In the lounge, where people were gathered into several knots of conversatin, a woman handed me a goblet of hot chocolate. The goblet continuously changed its form (although I wasn't exactly aware of this during the dream). I sat on a low cushion or the floor and presently noticed a small dot of chocolate on the hem my white slacks (I was dressed all in white, in slacks, shirt, vest, and short coat). When I examined the goblet, which had grown three crude, cylindrical mug handles, I discovered three pinprick holes in the goblet. I tried to tilt it so the hot chocolate wouldn't spill, and discovered more holes. I tried covering the holes with my fingertips, and ended up with chocolate on my hand and more chocolate on my hem.
I was relatively relaxed about this, and figured I would wash everything out. I don't know what happened with the setting or the other people. Water rose in the room. I can't recall if I poured water onto my pants or if it simply rose from the floor. The image is water rising over the stain, which diffused and lifted off of my pants. The water became chocolaty. More water rose and cleared -- I have an impression of my bare foot and white pant leg lightly billowing under crystalline clear water.
Break in recall.
I was an otter or a mink or a weasel going through a series of tunnels. I was following someone (?another animal?) through the tunnel, my sense is that it was a rescue / get to the princess operation (possibly meeting the woman who gave me the goblet earlier?). The tunnels were dry and angular, made of concrete, as if they were steam tunnels (only not stifling) or set into the foundation of a building. There were workers in the tunnel, working on wiring or steam lines. The tunnels were dark. At one point, I was hiding around corners, trying to stay out of sight of the workers as they did their ethernet line or optic fiber maintenance. They weren't expecting me to be there, so as long as I stayed in the shadows and moved quickly, there was a good chance they would question whether or not I had really been there (in a "there's no way an animal could be down here, so it couldn't have been one" way). I remember having to jump through a square opening about three feet off of the ground. As I was scampering around, I found a worm, and pawed it with the intention of eating it. During the course of the dream, I ended up a wolf.
I had a strong feeling that I had done this before, or that this was a complete movie / story that I was viewing again.
As a wolf, I made it into a suite of rooms. This was a movie set. An actress--who may have been Nichole Kidman as Satine--was being filmed. I bounded into her room, possibly a bedroom, (which wasn't the Elephant Room from Moulin Rouge!), which was a brightly lit and layered with cream and beige textured fabrics.
It's possible there was a discussion here between the actress and the rest of the crew.
Somehow, we left together, and she drove us through (New York City?) streets in her convertible (possibly a Jaguar). A very large, full moon rose in the cobalt dark sky and I raised my head and voice in a greeting howl. The moon in the sky, the dark buildings towering on either side of the street, the wind in my ears and mane as we drove. After the third howl, the actress glanced at me from behind the steering wheel -- I was sitting in the passenger's seat -- and said, "Wow, I guess you really are a wolf."
Break in recall.
We drove through New York City, until we came to an end of Manhatten Island. In real life I think we'd be near Battery Park, because the Statue of Liberty was near, but we drove up a ramp and were on the high end of New York (where white, shining buildings arced upward to the sky and extended out into the calm blue ocean).
Break in recall.
I was myself. I had been using a techno-bracelet and a laptop to work on a website. Part of the website involved ordering portrait-orientation images of (mostly) people into rows of five (in waking life I'm reminded of a card game or a directory). I was working with a group of people, and I think someone was making a movie / documentary. We were working in a brightly lit series of rooms (like an office suite or a bunch of classrooms -- I recall a long hallway). (I'm noticing the similarity between the barge and the actress's suite... And this was different, but might have been the actress's suite... It did have a slight high school/college hall feel it it). I had set my equipment down somewhere, and lost track of it, but I could make it beep through the main computer I was working on.
I kept signalling my peripheral devices to try to find them, but this wasn't working.
There was a producer / director there, and I asked him if anyone on his team had picked up my bracelet or laptop; my sense is that no one had.
Break in recall.
The City of Poseidon at the top of a dam (it's possible the far-end of Manhatten Island became the city Poseidon). There was a less glamorous town at the base of the dam. There may have been a wedding reception happening here. ?Something about groomsmen and lava? Or scrambling over the scree along the top of a water outlet?
I was in a brightly lit room. There may have been torchères or standing lamps and urns in the room. One end of the room was open to a wide terras, and late afternoon sun streamed into the room. A woman (the actress?) and a black cat (Cicero?) was photographing me as I vogued. I think a divan or low couch was involved. She would photograph me and then we'd review images. My recall is not good; I might have been dressed in a flowing ?white? robe; I might have been dressed in loose casual clothes. I might have had a turban or hat?
The last session was me, barefoot, ritualistically walking on an orange or red and black pattered Oriental rug -- it wasn't a tiger skin because it was too red, but I'm put into mind of one (I'm also put into mind of flame). I might have had a talisman or lamp or censor in my hands, or I might have been holding my hands up in some sort of gesture of presentation.
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