A Dream About The Brontes

[poliphilo]

Someone had hidden rag dolls representing the Bronte sisters in a huge, ramshackle Victorian house. We (whoever we were) had been divided into three teams (one for each sister) and had to find the dolls, then dress them appropriately; it was some sort of competition. No-one was getting anywhere so one of the organisers told us we'd find Charlotte on the roof.  I got a ladder (I don't like ladders) and clambered up- and there indeed she was- hidden under rubbish in an old tin box. I could tell she was Charlotte because she had this drawn, ascetic-looking face (though why Charlotte- the succesful one- should be more spiritual looking than her sisters I have no idea.) I was disappointed because my team were supposed to be looking for Emily and we had to hand Charlotte over to another team- even though we ere the ones who had found her- which wasn't fair. And thereabouts the dream petered out- being too silly to live...

Comments

[basefinder.livejournal.com]

"We (whoever we were)"

I often have dreams involving people who I obviously know well in the dream, but don't resemble anyone I know in real life.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

It's like these people are my homies- only I can't put faces to them.

[michaleen.livejournal.com]

I can't say that I envy your dream life, but it might be nice to be this creative.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

This wasn't a bad dream- exactly- though it was rather strenuous and frustrating.

My dreams are often like this- with me having to put what seems like a great deal of effort into achieving nothing very much.