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chelidonI guess the experience of having a piece of wood shoved all the way under my thumbnail last night affected me more than I thought (and by the way, I can well understand why it was used as a form of torture... ;>)
Last night I had a dream about a group of British soldiers in WWII, who had a base in some part of the Far East, probably China (insert whistling theme for "Bridge On the River Kwai"). The Japanese invaded, and set up a P.O.W. camp for the British soldiers they captured, and it was a fairly typical P.O.W. movie but for a few odd bits.
John Wayne was one of the British soldiers, and had fallen in love from afar with one of the local women, a member of the local nobility, who were also suffering under the yoke of occupation, trying to walk the line between resistance and collaboration with the occupiers, trying to make life less harsh for the townfolk while not getting executed and replaced with a Japanese military commander. The outwardly-haughty-but-really-with-a-heart-of-gold local noblewoman was usually to be seen in fancy dress (and a *lovely* hat, by the way) riding around on a horse, and it was in such a guise that our hero first spots her from inside the P.O.W. camp fence, and is smitten. Somehow he manages to sneak out of the camp by wearing a local women's clothing (and John Wayne in a trad. Chinese gown is quite a bizarre sight to behold), and encounters the local noblewoman, but of course he can't reveal who he is, and this is where it gets interesting. It turns out that she prefers women, and thinking he's a nicely built dyke, is intrigued with our hero, and keeps trying to get him to show her his/her legs, but if he did, the game would be up. Anyhow, it never did get to any kind of conclusion before I woke up (waaay too early in the a.m.), though there was a funny bit with her trying to subtly lift up the back of his dress with her riding crop while he kowtowed.
Oh, yes, the Japanese in my dream did at one point use the fingernail splinter technique to extract information, thus the dream, I assume. Ain't the mind an amazing thing.
Last night I had a dream about a group of British soldiers in WWII, who had a base in some part of the Far East, probably China (insert whistling theme for "Bridge On the River Kwai"). The Japanese invaded, and set up a P.O.W. camp for the British soldiers they captured, and it was a fairly typical P.O.W. movie but for a few odd bits.
John Wayne was one of the British soldiers, and had fallen in love from afar with one of the local women, a member of the local nobility, who were also suffering under the yoke of occupation, trying to walk the line between resistance and collaboration with the occupiers, trying to make life less harsh for the townfolk while not getting executed and replaced with a Japanese military commander. The outwardly-haughty-but-really-with-a-heart-of-gold local noblewoman was usually to be seen in fancy dress (and a *lovely* hat, by the way) riding around on a horse, and it was in such a guise that our hero first spots her from inside the P.O.W. camp fence, and is smitten. Somehow he manages to sneak out of the camp by wearing a local women's clothing (and John Wayne in a trad. Chinese gown is quite a bizarre sight to behold), and encounters the local noblewoman, but of course he can't reveal who he is, and this is where it gets interesting. It turns out that she prefers women, and thinking he's a nicely built dyke, is intrigued with our hero, and keeps trying to get him to show her his/her legs, but if he did, the game would be up. Anyhow, it never did get to any kind of conclusion before I woke up (waaay too early in the a.m.), though there was a funny bit with her trying to subtly lift up the back of his dress with her riding crop while he kowtowed.
Oh, yes, the Japanese in my dream did at one point use the fingernail splinter technique to extract information, thus the dream, I assume. Ain't the mind an amazing thing.
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Date: 2005-03-22 04:29 pm (UTC)And love the riding crop bit!
Hugz to you and very gentle kisses on your poor finger. OOOWWWWWW!
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Date: 2005-03-22 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-22 09:23 pm (UTC)It's funny, I don't actually remember my dreams all that often, probably because I'm semi-perpetually sleep deprived, so I tend to sleep like a log when I do finally get to bed. But yeah, I definitely do get those sensurround technicolor, full 5 or 6 senses dreams, which can be a good thing or a bad thing, depending on the dream, particularly if it's one of those where I'm a character instead of an observer.
One curious random thing -- I've never, ever had a dream where I actually died. Even in the recurring plane crash dream, I somehow always make it out alive. Some part of my psyche hasn't processed mortality, I suppose. Boy will I/it be surprised some day ;>
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Date: 2005-03-22 09:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-23 01:12 am (UTC)And regarding the dream - you might want to contact the flooring manufacturers. Since when has extract of peyote been used as a wood preservative? ;>