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ink_n_impAgain, another "falling elevator" dream. I'm really getting sick of those. Luckily, I've gotten to the point where they don't even terrify my dream self anymore...I merely force myself to "think" myself out of the fall. But they sure do piss off my dreaming self. Very, "WHAT? Again with this! Can't I just get in a dream elevator WITHOUT resulting in certain dream doom! Not fair, sir! I LIVE on the 25th floor of Water St, elevators are my LIFE, I can't AFFORD to get paranoid about them!"
But, aside from that unfortunate bit, the rest was surprisingly enjoyable. Huzzah for cracky dreams about the American Revolution!
First to set the scene, all of this dream was "movie like"--except for at the end, I was the camera, so to speak, and though I interacted with the others in it, I was mainly the 1st person eyes, as it were.
It's during the American Revolution, and the army is in Virginia. I'm one of Washington's officers. We have reclaimed an area from the British, as we are moving all of our stuff into our new headquarters, which is this HUGE abandoned mansion--the first floor rooms are completely bare of furniture, and there are only paintings and curtains left. It's a GOREGOUS Spring day, and the sun is pouring through the windows and the air is pleasantly cool. All of the soldiers are moving our equipment into the mansion, so there's lots of activity, lots of noise, etc.
Now, oddly enough, this building is nine stories tall, and has a very, very old looking elevator to the left of the main hall way. (and when I tell you the elevator looked like something start out of Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, only more wooden…well yea.) Washington says to bring his things up to the fifth floor as he intends to make that floor his office, and then tells us (the officers) that he'll be expecting us up there shortly for a meeting, but that no one but the officers are allowed on that floor. So, he goes into the elevator, and when it returns us officers climb into it (there were at least 4 of us total). The elevator begins its ascent, but very slowly and very shakily. The damned thing FEELS like it's going to fall any minute, which worries me quite a bit.
I want to go straight to the 5th floor, but one of the other officers has already pressed the 9th floor button, saying that we should enjoy the view at the top before we go to the war meeting. We argue over this (I hotly offer the rebuttal that we shouldn't waste Washington's time but of course no one listens to me) until the elevator doors open at the top, revealing a beautiful view of Virginia and the Blue Ridge Mountains. I, in surprise, comment that we can see Monticello from here; but I then have to point it out to the other officers, who don't recognize it.
That's when the elevator jerks, and jerks again, and before I can react the elevator has snapped and is free falling, and it feels like we are falling forever. I, as I desperately don't want to die in my dream, (and I did realize in my dream that I was in a dream) try to collect my thoughts and calm myself so I can "think" myself into another dream scene.
It works--the elevator disappears and I move into a "helicopter shot" of the approach up to Monticello. Jefferson's house is very visible, as a lot of the trees are missing, and the mountain is covered with grass and large, white rocks.
I arrive at Monticello, and Jefferson is in the back, in a grove of trees. He's in his 50's, and seems very excited about an excavation he has been planning. There are a lot of slaves standing around with shovels and wheelbarrows, and he is telling them where to start digging. They do so, and immediately prehistoric animal bones are found, to Jefferson's joy.
That's when Jefferson's aunt (to which I think, AUNT? AUNT? WTF??) comes out, looking quite prim and put-upon, and asks Jefferson if she can have a private word with him. They go to the side, and the aunt asks him what it is he thinks he is doing.
"Oh, excavating," Jefferson explains quite innocently and good naturally.
She gives him a withering, long-suffering look, and says "Jefferson, please stop this. Digging around in the dirt is beneath your dignity, and besides--you have no money for this sort of thing." (outside note: OH! The plague of archaeologists EVERYWHERE! *cries*)
Jefferson gently but firmly replies that he doesn't care, that he finds this science too fascinating to stop.
And that's when the "camera" pans back to the excavation, and I'm standing there in front of the excavation, and with a very snarky grin on my face. I look right at the camera, and say; "And that is why some people consider Thomas Jefferson the Father of American Archaeology."
And that's all I remember.
In other news, I went to NYU Strawberry Festival today before work, and had far too many strawberries that tasted like GOD intended strawberries to taste. A splendid time was had by all! Tomorrow is the Newman Club picnic in Central Park, that is if the rain doesn't cancel it--come one, come all! And give me a call if you totally don't know where to meet up with us.
But, aside from that unfortunate bit, the rest was surprisingly enjoyable. Huzzah for cracky dreams about the American Revolution!
First to set the scene, all of this dream was "movie like"--except for at the end, I was the camera, so to speak, and though I interacted with the others in it, I was mainly the 1st person eyes, as it were.
It's during the American Revolution, and the army is in Virginia. I'm one of Washington's officers. We have reclaimed an area from the British, as we are moving all of our stuff into our new headquarters, which is this HUGE abandoned mansion--the first floor rooms are completely bare of furniture, and there are only paintings and curtains left. It's a GOREGOUS Spring day, and the sun is pouring through the windows and the air is pleasantly cool. All of the soldiers are moving our equipment into the mansion, so there's lots of activity, lots of noise, etc.
Now, oddly enough, this building is nine stories tall, and has a very, very old looking elevator to the left of the main hall way. (and when I tell you the elevator looked like something start out of Twilight Zone Tower of Terror, only more wooden…well yea.) Washington says to bring his things up to the fifth floor as he intends to make that floor his office, and then tells us (the officers) that he'll be expecting us up there shortly for a meeting, but that no one but the officers are allowed on that floor. So, he goes into the elevator, and when it returns us officers climb into it (there were at least 4 of us total). The elevator begins its ascent, but very slowly and very shakily. The damned thing FEELS like it's going to fall any minute, which worries me quite a bit.
I want to go straight to the 5th floor, but one of the other officers has already pressed the 9th floor button, saying that we should enjoy the view at the top before we go to the war meeting. We argue over this (I hotly offer the rebuttal that we shouldn't waste Washington's time but of course no one listens to me) until the elevator doors open at the top, revealing a beautiful view of Virginia and the Blue Ridge Mountains. I, in surprise, comment that we can see Monticello from here; but I then have to point it out to the other officers, who don't recognize it.
That's when the elevator jerks, and jerks again, and before I can react the elevator has snapped and is free falling, and it feels like we are falling forever. I, as I desperately don't want to die in my dream, (and I did realize in my dream that I was in a dream) try to collect my thoughts and calm myself so I can "think" myself into another dream scene.
It works--the elevator disappears and I move into a "helicopter shot" of the approach up to Monticello. Jefferson's house is very visible, as a lot of the trees are missing, and the mountain is covered with grass and large, white rocks.
I arrive at Monticello, and Jefferson is in the back, in a grove of trees. He's in his 50's, and seems very excited about an excavation he has been planning. There are a lot of slaves standing around with shovels and wheelbarrows, and he is telling them where to start digging. They do so, and immediately prehistoric animal bones are found, to Jefferson's joy.
That's when Jefferson's aunt (to which I think, AUNT? AUNT? WTF??) comes out, looking quite prim and put-upon, and asks Jefferson if she can have a private word with him. They go to the side, and the aunt asks him what it is he thinks he is doing.
"Oh, excavating," Jefferson explains quite innocently and good naturally.
She gives him a withering, long-suffering look, and says "Jefferson, please stop this. Digging around in the dirt is beneath your dignity, and besides--you have no money for this sort of thing." (outside note: OH! The plague of archaeologists EVERYWHERE! *cries*)
Jefferson gently but firmly replies that he doesn't care, that he finds this science too fascinating to stop.
And that's when the "camera" pans back to the excavation, and I'm standing there in front of the excavation, and with a very snarky grin on my face. I look right at the camera, and say; "And that is why some people consider Thomas Jefferson the Father of American Archaeology."
And that's all I remember.
In other news, I went to NYU Strawberry Festival today before work, and had far too many strawberries that tasted like GOD intended strawberries to taste. A splendid time was had by all! Tomorrow is the Newman Club picnic in Central Park, that is if the rain doesn't cancel it--come one, come all! And give me a call if you totally don't know where to meet up with us.
