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eponymous_roseGenerally, I don't remember my dreams (or they're so boring I wake up - chopping carrots, for instance)- but last night was the exception. It was delightfully surreal, and I remember it in quite a lot of detail, so I thought I'd share.
It was also the first dream I've had in three years where a fencing tournament didn't end in my falling over and breaking my leg. Huzzah!
So, yes. Fencing tournament. For some reason, my brother's competing and got there first. Odd thing #1, considering the fact that my brother fenced for all of a week before deciding it wasn't for him. The gym is packed - that's odd thing #2, since this gym is no longer in use by any club, much less my old one. Everyone's in the centre, stretching, despite the fact that there's something like five hours left until the tournament. I start jogging (my parents are waiting somewhere, which is odd thing #3, because they usually didn't come to fencing tournaments. I'm going to stop counting odd things for the sake of my sanity.). I then decide to work on straightening my weapon (this involves running the blade back and forth under your shoe and bending it into the right shape while it's still hot), and, predictably, snap the end off. I run over to my friend and ask if he's got a spare, which he doesn't, so I'm out of the tournament.
Then, for some reason, my parents appear and ask if this is my fencing friend, to which I say "Um. Yes." They say something about having thought it was the other way around, and all of a sudden there's a giant table full of teensy little chocolate chip cookies and the gym has turned into my school gym. Well, okay. That makes sense. Everyone's sitting in rows, like at an assembly, and my first fencing coach is talking about some sort of test everyone took, then says that everyone who failed it won't be able to participate in the tournament. And about fifty people get up and start walking toward the cookies (at this point, a generic amalgam of friends' moms has given me a piece of ham and pineapple pizza, which I'm trying to dispose of discreetly). My coach gets all confused: "Only the people who failed, not their siblings!", but nobody really seems to care.
For some reason, they're all about eight years old by now, and they all run over to the cookies (which are in some sort of baking trays) and cover them with aluminium foil. They then start running up to random people and handing off the trays - I get two of them and start wondering where the heck they should go. Then I notice that there's a whole pile of 'em under the table and add mine to the lot.
Apparently, this means the tournament is over, so my parents and I leave (evidently forgetting about my brother, which was kind of rude of my subconscious). They're berating me for yelling when I broke my sword, because they thought I'd hurt myself. Um. Okay.
So we step outside, and there's a jockey riding a horse at insane speeds coming down the street in front of us. I point it out to my parents, who don't react much except to stop walking and watch. The jockey rounds a corner - and then my Mom says "and disappears", so he does. Instead, there's a guy in fancy dress wearing a gold mask, gesturing theatrically. Apparently this has started making sense, because I mention something about a "masque" going on that week. And then the guy starts getting chased by a big giraffey elephantine antelopey thing, as well as something vaguely reddish that I never really looked at. Everything except for the guy looks way too bright, and I say something about "holograms" and start looking behind me for the source. For some reason, we're at my hometown college's Arts centre, and there are spotlights on the roof, but that doesn't explain much.
So the three... well, whatever they are, gambol around and eventually run into a big drive-in movie screen and do some more running/whatever and then explode into fireworks. And then the screen turns off and I wake up.
Yeah. Have fun analysing that one. :D
It was also the first dream I've had in three years where a fencing tournament didn't end in my falling over and breaking my leg. Huzzah!
So, yes. Fencing tournament. For some reason, my brother's competing and got there first. Odd thing #1, considering the fact that my brother fenced for all of a week before deciding it wasn't for him. The gym is packed - that's odd thing #2, since this gym is no longer in use by any club, much less my old one. Everyone's in the centre, stretching, despite the fact that there's something like five hours left until the tournament. I start jogging (my parents are waiting somewhere, which is odd thing #3, because they usually didn't come to fencing tournaments. I'm going to stop counting odd things for the sake of my sanity.). I then decide to work on straightening my weapon (this involves running the blade back and forth under your shoe and bending it into the right shape while it's still hot), and, predictably, snap the end off. I run over to my friend and ask if he's got a spare, which he doesn't, so I'm out of the tournament.
Then, for some reason, my parents appear and ask if this is my fencing friend, to which I say "Um. Yes." They say something about having thought it was the other way around, and all of a sudden there's a giant table full of teensy little chocolate chip cookies and the gym has turned into my school gym. Well, okay. That makes sense. Everyone's sitting in rows, like at an assembly, and my first fencing coach is talking about some sort of test everyone took, then says that everyone who failed it won't be able to participate in the tournament. And about fifty people get up and start walking toward the cookies (at this point, a generic amalgam of friends' moms has given me a piece of ham and pineapple pizza, which I'm trying to dispose of discreetly). My coach gets all confused: "Only the people who failed, not their siblings!", but nobody really seems to care.
For some reason, they're all about eight years old by now, and they all run over to the cookies (which are in some sort of baking trays) and cover them with aluminium foil. They then start running up to random people and handing off the trays - I get two of them and start wondering where the heck they should go. Then I notice that there's a whole pile of 'em under the table and add mine to the lot.
Apparently, this means the tournament is over, so my parents and I leave (evidently forgetting about my brother, which was kind of rude of my subconscious). They're berating me for yelling when I broke my sword, because they thought I'd hurt myself. Um. Okay.
So we step outside, and there's a jockey riding a horse at insane speeds coming down the street in front of us. I point it out to my parents, who don't react much except to stop walking and watch. The jockey rounds a corner - and then my Mom says "and disappears", so he does. Instead, there's a guy in fancy dress wearing a gold mask, gesturing theatrically. Apparently this has started making sense, because I mention something about a "masque" going on that week. And then the guy starts getting chased by a big giraffey elephantine antelopey thing, as well as something vaguely reddish that I never really looked at. Everything except for the guy looks way too bright, and I say something about "holograms" and start looking behind me for the source. For some reason, we're at my hometown college's Arts centre, and there are spotlights on the roof, but that doesn't explain much.
So the three... well, whatever they are, gambol around and eventually run into a big drive-in movie screen and do some more running/whatever and then explode into fireworks. And then the screen turns off and I wake up.
Yeah. Have fun analysing that one. :D
