x_atticus (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} x_atticus) wrote,@ 2007-12-11 15:41:00 |
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chess dream
I'm setting up a chess board to play a game with my friend E. He is always black, but he puts all the white pieces on the board and stands them up. I stop him from setting them in place to do so myself on my side of the board-- which he might have done anyway, but he should be setting up his side; this action causes a temporary static. All the pieces are standing and I am pulling them to my side of the board, then I divide them. He sets up his court and I mine. We make a few moves a piece.
My strategy is reflective of a 4-way esoteric chess game. Half my court will attack half of his. My other half will set up pure defense. There is a third party, a friend of ours, but it is unclear whether he is actively in play. After the few moves, E. starts to construct a sort of barrier- not in the game, but around where he is sitting. Very makeshift, out of sturdy twigs. Then he fills it with butter knives- hundreds upon hundreds, and explains how it is his defense; so the game has gone from esoteric to RPG-like.
We are in a private club, very fancy, and for people generally over 40. I walk around and try to appreciate the framed art on the walls, but they are covered in glass and the glare is particularly distracting. I feel inclined to comment on it to whoever runs the place, but decline.
My mom shows up. Didn't expect that. haven't spoken to her in a couple years, though I am frequently visited by her in nightmares. "It's time for our annual celebration of merriment." she comments lightly. (her prescence is undesired, but for once it does not fester into nightmare.)
E. wants to resume play, but I had to move the board and it is not my usual magnetic set, so all the pieces were taken off the board; we'd only just begun so I figured we could start anew. This annoyed him.
oh yea, and there was a large marble that fit into a socket, like on a mouse. Only what it fit into was plainer, smaller and seemed to have no function. The ball had fallen out of place, so I put it back together. The marble may have been magnetic.
P.S. There was an upclose of my mother. She's a superficial woman who went from Brunette to blonde because she was getting grey hairs in her twenties - when she gave birth twice. Now she's in her 50's so ofcourse she has a full head of blonde hair. In the dream close up, she had long grey hair, and it was beautiful.
I'm setting up a chess board to play a game with my friend E. He is always black, but he puts all the white pieces on the board and stands them up. I stop him from setting them in place to do so myself on my side of the board-- which he might have done anyway, but he should be setting up his side; this action causes a temporary static. All the pieces are standing and I am pulling them to my side of the board, then I divide them. He sets up his court and I mine. We make a few moves a piece.
My strategy is reflective of a 4-way esoteric chess game. Half my court will attack half of his. My other half will set up pure defense. There is a third party, a friend of ours, but it is unclear whether he is actively in play. After the few moves, E. starts to construct a sort of barrier- not in the game, but around where he is sitting. Very makeshift, out of sturdy twigs. Then he fills it with butter knives- hundreds upon hundreds, and explains how it is his defense; so the game has gone from esoteric to RPG-like.
We are in a private club, very fancy, and for people generally over 40. I walk around and try to appreciate the framed art on the walls, but they are covered in glass and the glare is particularly distracting. I feel inclined to comment on it to whoever runs the place, but decline.
My mom shows up. Didn't expect that. haven't spoken to her in a couple years, though I am frequently visited by her in nightmares. "It's time for our annual celebration of merriment." she comments lightly. (her prescence is undesired, but for once it does not fester into nightmare.)
E. wants to resume play, but I had to move the board and it is not my usual magnetic set, so all the pieces were taken off the board; we'd only just begun so I figured we could start anew. This annoyed him.
oh yea, and there was a large marble that fit into a socket, like on a mouse. Only what it fit into was plainer, smaller and seemed to have no function. The ball had fallen out of place, so I put it back together. The marble may have been magnetic.
P.S. There was an upclose of my mother. She's a superficial woman who went from Brunette to blonde because she was getting grey hairs in her twenties - when she gave birth twice. Now she's in her 50's so ofcourse she has a full head of blonde hair. In the dream close up, she had long grey hair, and it was beautiful.
