Oh my goodness, dream blog, it's been so long. I almost forgot about you.

I'm happy I've kept all these snippets..premises I guess, because my dreams often don't have an actual plot. It's good to get it out. It's more of a morning exercise than a writing project.

So last night it was this: total war had broken out, and I was living in some European country...I think I was in the Netherlands but everyone was speaking English. For some reason, all the girls and women were rounded up and told to stay in these dwellings--they were actually quite cozy, but everyone was really distressed. Every day I came back to my little urban cottage, there was a group of women of all ages gathered around a dimly lit table, drinking tea and speaking in severe tones about escape and revolution. There was a cottage across the street where we were supposed to get our mail. I walked over there and couldn't find my mailbox. Every drawer I pulled out was full of a different type of candy--licorice, taffy, starburst, skittles, tiny wrapped tolberone, whatever. I squatted down and acted like I was looking for mail and sample something from every drawer. The old woman behind the counter knew what I was up to and chuckled.

When I got back to my cottage, there were a bunch of uniformed men--but hard shell astronaut looking uniforms. They were talking to the girls in my house and the girls were upset and yelling back at them. One or two of the girls took off running--the uniformed men didn't seem to care. I looked out the window and they were moving so fast they were already at the end of a very long street. Later, I found out that running was a very sacred thing to these women--most of them would train to be able to run for days, and that's how they would eventually escape this town.

I don't remember anything else from that part of the dream. All I remember is my mother smoking and trying to dance in front of me and make me dance with her and I got extremely annoyed and grabbed her cigarette and threw it on the floor and walked away. After that I felt really bad and called her to apologize but she was screaming at me about being cold and judgmental.