Friday, November 30, 2007

the one where I'm a spice boy

There's been a lot of hoop-la about the Spice Girls in recent weeks, what with their re-group and world tour, as well as Mel "Scary Spice" Brown participating in the recently completed season of Dancing With the Stars; and considering I once had a dream where I replaced Gerri "Ginger Spice" Halliwell after she left the group, it should come as no surprise that I've once again dreams of being a Spice girl. Laugh I know. But these have always been entertaining to me.

In this most recent dream, a Blogger Friend Jerome (DullGloomy) and I are both new Spice Girls. More precisely we are Spice Boys. The first Spice Boys thank you very much! I was recruited more for my Singing ability and Jerome for his Dance. And it becomes very clear early on in the dream that while I excel while singing, I have two left club feet when dancing, and sure Jerome may be the Baryshnikov of the Spice World, he is just ahead of Posh in his singing abilities (Which as far as I know is far from the truth, seeing as he's a singer-actor-dancer in real life)

No amount of training and practise makes me understand the intricate and never-ending dance moves we are to preform on stage and I even consider a faux broken leg just before our tour begins so I don't have to dance...

Nothing much when you look at it, but again some dreams are just meant to entertain and this one delivered for me, to be sure. Wile in real life I don't 'wannabe' a Spice Anything, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want, and that would be future instalments in my dream life as a Spice Boy!

Thursday, November 1, 2007

from the vault 1: the one about me and rasia gorbachyova (gorbachev)

Date: Pre-1991 USSR collapse. I seem to recall it being near the end of 1990 or early 1991 insofar as I recall that the dream was loosely based in the then, current day time frame and there was snow...

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The dream starts as I am in a briefing room here in Canada -or possibly the US- I cannot say for sure. I've never been clear at all on if I'm working for the FBI, CIA, CSIS or what... I'm being briefed about my next mission - seems I'm a special agent type- to sneak into the USSR and extricate Rasia gorbachyova. Both her husband Mikhail and she are under the threat of some unknown terrorist group.

I am only assigned the task of getting her out safely. Someone else, unknown to me, is to get Mikhail out safely. The reason for two separate missions is to minimize exposure and make it easier to flee without mass detection.

What is of particular interest is that I cannot even enter into the country as myself, or with some forged papers. Security and risk of detection is that great. All eyes are on every foreigner entering the country. So I must enter in great disguise; that of one of Russia's beloved circus bears. (yea I know!)

From a few kms outside of the border I get into my costume, and I have to say, if you didn't know it was a costume, you'd think I was a bear. And from that point I have to walk on my four bear legs, through the wilderness... you know, blend in with the natural surroundings... that is until I reach the out skirts of Moscow when I have to get into a travelling circus holding a command performance for the government.

After my 'number', which was mostly me riding a tricycle and then a bicycle and then the finale of me and a unicycle, I finally escape the confines of my costume, stash the bear fur and go off to complete my mission. I can remember having to race down one incredibly huge white marble staircase , covered in a long crimson runner (the reddest red. By far one of the most vivid colours of this or any dream I've ever had)across a marbled floor and up another stair case, to get to the Gorbachev's private opera box, from where they were watching the circus. the opulece of this part of the dream still impresses me. Gold-leafed statuary, I can still clearly see one dancing cherub playing a lyre... while just on the other side of the walls of this building you would surely see many in the street looking for just enough money to buy a loaf of bread. I'm sure that's not very different than today, for many.

After finally getting into the room, I draw Rasia's attention, and while I pretend to be serving her Champagne, I indicate my cause and within minutes we are on the run. Fleeing god knows who, but fleeing none the less. And we are travelling fast. while we mostly travel on the road, when we hit the country, we travel off road as much as possible.

Within 2 days (almost non-stop) we are finally across the Belarus/Poland border, I leave Rasia at a safe house and make contact with my boss.

I cannot remember if they got Mikhail, but well, that was not my worry, not my cause. I remember that for her continued safety that 'official news reports had to indicate she had simply gone 'missing' and that in time they'd simply list his as deceased. She was immediately given a new identity and decided to stay in Poland, along the northern coast, in Gdansk.

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So really, I cant say this was a Type B - Prophetic dream, as there was never, at least to me terrorist plot to kill the gorbachevs, and they were never smuggled out of the country. although at the time one might have thought so. Rather, I simply look on this as one of my sub-conscious' more creative type C - Entertainment dreams. And wouldn't you agree?

Whenever anyone starts talking about dreams, I often reference this one, when it comes to "My dream is more bizarre than your dream" challenges. And I generally win.