speaking of dreams
Mar. 11th, 2004 11:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smg01I had a weird one as I was waking up this morning. It's a little jumbled in my mind now, but this is what I sort of remember.
It took place mostly at the roller rink where we went skating in LA. I think some of y'all were there, but not you (you know the way that works sometimes in dream?). There was a guy who earlier in the day of this particular dream had approached us and asked some not entirely lucid questions. Later we're at the roller rink, and I'm chatting amiably with another woman who I didn't know as we're getting ready to go out on the floor. Suddenly not-quite-all-there-guy from earlier in the dream shows up and starts beating the tar out of me. (although it didn't really hurt, it was sort of like a tv fight) And somehow I knew that he and the woman that I'd been talking too knew each other and for some reason were really angry with me. Then I threw the guy off of me and went out onto the skating floor to get away from him (I guess by skating around and around in an enclosed space. Not much logic there.) And miraculously, I was a really excellent skater. (In real life I'm not.) I was almost like Michelle Kwan out there. I still didn't know why that guy wanted to beat me up, but at the same time I was really surprised and enjoying what a good skater I was. I felt like I could do anything out there. Then I woke up.
For some reason, during the dream I was never really scared, just puzzled as to why some stranger was attacking me. I don't think I'd be quite as cool under pressure if that were happening for real.
It took place mostly at the roller rink where we went skating in LA. I think some of y'all were there, but not you (you know the way that works sometimes in dream?). There was a guy who earlier in the day of this particular dream had approached us and asked some not entirely lucid questions. Later we're at the roller rink, and I'm chatting amiably with another woman who I didn't know as we're getting ready to go out on the floor. Suddenly not-quite-all-there-guy from earlier in the dream shows up and starts beating the tar out of me. (although it didn't really hurt, it was sort of like a tv fight) And somehow I knew that he and the woman that I'd been talking too knew each other and for some reason were really angry with me. Then I threw the guy off of me and went out onto the skating floor to get away from him (I guess by skating around and around in an enclosed space. Not much logic there.) And miraculously, I was a really excellent skater. (In real life I'm not.) I was almost like Michelle Kwan out there. I still didn't know why that guy wanted to beat me up, but at the same time I was really surprised and enjoying what a good skater I was. I felt like I could do anything out there. Then I woke up.
For some reason, during the dream I was never really scared, just puzzled as to why some stranger was attacking me. I don't think I'd be quite as cool under pressure if that were happening for real.