Tuesday, January 29, 2019

More Wild Dreams

I had a wild dream last night.

First, it was my friend's birthday so we went to this bar where his parents owned. He was Jughead from the TV show Riverdale. We weren't drinking, but he wasn't in a very party mood, so I just left and went home to the house I grew up in. When I got there, my youngest sister had used paint to paint all the furniture white. It was all the couches, the chairs, and the cabinets. I was really angry because I knew all the furniture was ruined. She was an adult so the had done something really really stupid.

I escaped to the basement so I could just process it, but she followed me downstairs and was annoying me, like a younger sister does and I kept yelling at her to tell her to go away. I was trying to get into her head why what she had done was so ridiculous. I even pointed out that our older sister, Gail, had spilled nail polish on the white couch in the basement (which wasn't painted), and we didn't paint over it, we used nail polish remover and there was still a stain, but it didn't bother us.

She wouldn't leave me alone so I started insulting her trying to get her to back off. At one point I said straight out "I'm intentionally being a bitch to you so you will back off, why don't you understand?!"

I left the house and there were these mini-planes on the street and someone offered me one. I thought it was a great way to escape so I took the plane. It was really small, with just room for one. It only had 1 engine which was on one side of the plane. I knew it didn't look like it would fly right, but others were flying around and doing fine so I hopped in.

I took off easily, but because I wasn't used to the steering yet, I ascended a little too fast and was too high. The oxygen-nitrogen mix of the air wasn't right for the engine so it cut out and I was in free fall. If you are familiar with wings, you know as long as you have control you won't just fall out of the sky like a stone. As I got closer to the ground I kept trying to re-start the engine and finally it started so I could use the momentum to get some speed to land safely.

I landed a few blocks over from my house in the neighborhood I grew up in. When I got out of the plane the kids from Stranger Things were standing there. They asked me who I was, and I said I was an adventurer. They asked if I wanted to join them to help save a ghost and I was like "Hell ya!"

We rode bikes to this community pool, where all the houses on the block backed up against a pool, and there was a fence going around the pool, but every house had a back gate entrance to it. We snuck across the pool and went into someone's back yard. Under their porch were a few plastic bags that were inflated and kind of bobbing like when a balloon is loosing its helium, so I could understand why the kids thought that these bags were a ghost. The woman who lived in the house was old and had several cats, and they were afraid the cats would attack the floating bags and kill "Baxter" [which kind of sounds like Bag-ster. My brain is awesome at puns when I'm asleep.]

Baxter was real! He was the ghost of a kid that was made of these plastic bags, and he could talk to us. We grabbed him and ran out of the yard before the lady could catch us, but running with giant blown up bags of air was rough, and it was even harder to ride a bike, so we deflated the bags and threw them in my messenger bag and took off.

I was trying to run home, but there was this robot that cleaned the gutters, that made it impossible for me to cut corners and run fast across the streets and yards to get back to my house. Instead,
we went back through the pool and then into one of the kid's yards, and then we went into the "decoration room" where his parents stored their holiday decorations. It was basically a closet, but they wouldn't be suspicious of plastic bags being in there. There were lots of Christmas decorations, and since it is January, there weren't any big holidays coming up where his mom would be in there very much. We re-inflated the bags the best we could, and Baxter came back to life!

The kids then asked me if I wanted to go on adventures with them every day, and I said I had to work, but I would come over after work and we could go on adventures. I was one of the gang.

I didn't want the kid's parents to wonder why this adult was going on bike-adventures with a bunch of 11-year-old boys, so I we all had dinner together and I even brought my dad. The kid (I don't know if he had a name) had an older sister who didn't like me because what older sister likes her kid-brother's friends?

It turns out the kid's parents were Azorean, and all the neighbors were Azorean. We talked about the maritime culture and why the water was so important. As I was leaving with my dad, I commented that the jacked he was was wearing was Azorean, and he was like "you mom picked it out." Then I ran into Lisa and Kate who were coming from rowing practice. The neighbors all came into the street too, and there was a dwarf who lived on both sides of the kid's house. Random.

Everybody left and I was going to go home, but I saw there was someone standing near the gate to the pool of the kid's house. I went over, and it was a friend of mine from when I was a kid. She was just there, and on the other side was this guy who I knew was a known pimp, and she was totally ga-ga over him. I knew it was a bad idea to date a pimp so I was trying to break her up, without letting the people inside know I was in their yard.

I convinced her that we were in trouble for trespassing, so we needed to leave and we ran across the pool-yard, and into a gate of a stranger's yard. When we closed the gate behind us, it was really loud. I was afraid they'd look outside and see us, so we quickly went past the house and onto the street. When we came out the gate on the front of the house, we pretended we were guests of the neighbors. There was already a couple on the street leaving a house, but luckily, they were guests too and didn't know we didn't belong there.

We ran again across the street and into another yard, through their yard, and into another pool yard, but this time it was a huge complex of pools of many sizes on different levels. We ran up 3 flights of stairs until I got to the top level which had a fancy bar at it.

When I got to the top, it was a Massachusetts Democrats fundraiser, so I just pretended to blend in by looking for people I knew. There was a guy there who looked a bit like Randy Johnson, so I went up to him and was like "What a surprise to see you here. What brought you here?"

He was a really smooth person, and obviously a rich donor who kinda knew I was crashing the party and said "It is great to be home. There is no place I'd rather be."

It turns out it wasn't Randy, but just an Indigenous person, so I tried to play it cool when I realized this, so I said to him, "You are exactly where you belong. I'm so happy to see you here!" and gave him a hug.

After we hugged, he stuck out his hand as a goodbye shake, and slid me 40 dollars. At that moment the development director from the Dems who had seen me rush in, came over and was behind me tapping her clipboard with a sign-in form and an invoice.

The tickets were 80 dollars, and came to 84.38 with tax. I had the money in my pocket, but I wasn't going to turn down this guy trying to help me cover up that I was crashing a private party, so I pulled my phone/wallet out of my pocket to get the money, when a check that had been ripped up fell out of my pocket in shreds. It had been a mis-written check made to the MassDems, and I could even see that the Chair had endorse it before I shredded it for some reason.

I apologized, and pulled out a check, trying to decide if I should use cash, or a check.

Then I woke up. It was 3:30am.

Monday, January 28, 2019

I can explain my dreams

My dreams are totally wild, but often are built out of details of things that my mind filed away.

So last night, I had a dream that my old job at Big Ocean moved into this really fancy industrial loft that was a co-working space where they worked during the day, and I worked at night. But instead of being in New Bedford, it was on Chandler St. in Worcester. My old boss, Kevin and old co-worker, John had left.

It was after dark and I was alone when Kevin returned to the office in a dark suit and was totally plastered. He was throwing his hands up in the air and trying to get me to sing with him, and overall a happy drunk. He was slurring his words and then wanted to take his car to McDonalds, so I took his keys away. He was very intent on walking all the way to McDonalds down the street, walking in the middle of the street, and I didn't think he should go alone so I walked him to McDonalds so he could eat some food and sober up.

And at some point we were being followed by one of those old electric cars - the ones that are glorified golf carts.

The dream may seem pretty random, but actually, it was a pretty logical connection between things that I did or thought about yesterday, but didn't really give mental energy to. Here's the list of things that made the dream happen.

1. I was planning on going to Worcester today
2. There is a business on Chandler St that I need to go back too.
3. I moved my copy of Earthrise on the bookcase, so I was thinking of the Kevin who produced the movie and who had some sort of event I saw on Facebook last night.
4. I got drunk last night – sorta. I had a good stiff drink about 7:30 hoping it would help me sleep better. Instead I was drunk and awake until 11pm.
5. I started thinking about TEDx and remembered Kevin wore a dark suit to it, two years ago
6. There’s a McDonalds on Chandler (or is it on Main?) in Worcester where I once stood in the parking lot for 20 minutes while having a phone conversation. I have a good visual memory of the street at that location.
7. The location was near a house where my friend’s dad lives, so I’ve been in that neighborhood a lot. When I was there, she told me it wasn’t safe to sit there with the car running and the doors unlocked. I think she was bluffing but now I’m on heightened alert in that area, especially after dark when I'm alone.
8. I watched a TV show last night about this woman who had a loft bedroom, but a darkly painted house, like the loft in my dream. At one point in the TV show, I caught a glimpse of one of those electric cars that are basically just golf carts but with bubbles. Like this:

9. I need to write down the address of the co-working space in Worcester because I didn’t put it in my notes and didn’t want to forget.

So, now that you know my secrets, do my dreams still seem as much fun? I think so!

Sunday, June 25, 2017

3 Dreams: Coats of Doctor Who, Wonder Woman vs. Jupiter, and Edward Gorey Hamburger Hut

I had 3 dreams last night.

The Coats of Doctor Who
The first one I was on some sort of street, and I ran into Cathrine Tate and John Borrowman.  Then David Tenant came running by in his trench coat. I was with someone who asked where they got the trenchcoats and I pointed out that when the costume was picked, they probably made a whole bunch of identical ones that they could use for different things like rips, burns, or if one got worn out during shooting an episode. It was a fairly simple dream. It was fun to be with the Doctor Who characters.

Wonder Woman Vs. Jupiter
In the second dream, I was Wonder Woman. In my secret identity, I went to help a friend move. He was living in a frat house. There was this really weird toilet that was like a padded bench but at an angle. It was also very portable.

We went outside to sit on a dock that was on a river. It was then that my enemy appeared! Rob had been turned into a woman. First she explained that it felt so much more natural (and she was super hot.) The weird part was that he was no longer Rob but was the God(dess) Jupiter, and who was jealous of me and so wanted to kill me. I think she was jealous because I was invited to the Justice League and hence the only Roman God (Aquaman doesn't count) that was still worshipped by modern humans.

She had this dust made of diamonds that she blew in my face. Because diamonds are the hardest substance on Earth, it made sense that diamond dust would be the hardest to breath. I jumped up and we were fighting but I really just wanted my friend back. Someone I could laugh with and enjoy their company.

I don't remember how it ended, but I hope we became friends again. Maybe even more. [wink]

Edward Gorey Hamburger Hut
In my third dream, I was supposed to go with my boss to do something, but we ended up at an old house. He started doing the dishes, and so I was bored and began looking at the things they were getting rid of.

They had a ton of very interesting pieces. For one, They had painted all the doors in their house in a Medieval looking style, like on tapestries or scrolls, and all the images were of royals having parties, but with like flower pots on their heads, and destroying flower pots. The images were mostly drab colors, but all the backgrounds were green. This would have made them a really fun addition to any garden party, as long as they were paired with a lot of colorful flowers, or hanging flowers.

At first, the knick knacks looked like a bunch of junk like you'd find at a garage sale. There were stacks of small framed artwork that I began looking through. A lot of the artwork were etchings and I was digging to see if they had any original Edward Gorey etchings. The artwork they did have was very interesting and upon closer discovery all had a unique style to them. It was actually an impressive collection of that style of art. They even had these really interesting book shelves that could be hooked to a wall, or be linked to hold books. They mostly had art books. There were figurines, and a set of dishes with the style. It was a little like Gorey - a stylized drawing with cartoon themes, but it was not like Gorey at all in that it was too crowded. It suffered from a lack of whitespace and made me feel crowded. I didn't like it for that reasons, or I would have taken some.

Once Kevin finished the dishes, we realized it was 8:30pm so he needed to get home to the kids. As we were walking I was telling him about Edward Gorey, and he knew who he was. He pointed out there was a restaurant that had some Edward Gorey themed items that served a great hamburger. We decided to stop in quick to get dinner. He said his family loved that place, and at one point they were even selling little grey wagons (like the red wagons) that had Gorey art on them. He and his wife had got one immediately when they found out about them.

The restaurant was like a food truck, but almost built around it. There was a door up to the seating section that had a code and Kevin acted like he knew it but I just heard a bunch of beeping. Then a waiter came out the door, so we went up. As you went around the stairs, they went past a bar, where people were enthusiastically eating hamburgers, which was a good sign.

Upstairs, there was a small area (like DNB but smaller) and the weird part was that there were the holes in the floor, that looked fairly deep, which had iron loops where a hook would go to pull up something heavy. It was like the restaurant was built inside of an old bouy. On the tables were wooden alphabet blocks that were carved in Gorey style. Kevin had to leave but I stayed and enjoyed a hamburger and the atmosphere.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

Lewis Caroll and the Drag Company and then the adventure of Cheese Puppy

I haven't posted on this blog in awhile because I usually just post my dreams to Facebook, but sometimes a dream is so long and complex it doesn't fit into a post. So, Now for your pleasure, I will share with you the dream I'm calling "Lewis Carroll and the Drag Company"

After being killed by Monty Python animated lava last night, I went back to bed (3:30 am) and dreamt I went on a date with a girl to the "Lewis Carroll House" which was a house museum.

The girl I was with and I were suspicious it wasn't authentic because of the Alice in Wonderland themed items, which wouldn't have been so modern looking if they were the same date as the book. There was a Starbucks in the middle of the house, and there were people dressed as the characters. There was also a private event going on, so we snuck in just to try some of the chocolates they had out.

We took a thread off the bottom of a couch and I was like "if we want to know if this is authentic, we should do a burn test. I have a lighter." Then she said "It isn't how fast it burns, or how it smells, it is what temperature it burns at" and proceeded to pull a hydrogen torch from her purse. At that moment, I knew she was a little crazy, but I wanted to see what the results of the burn test were. She lit the thread on fire and held the torch on it for way longer than I would have liked. The materials burst into flames, and so she threw it over the bar into where the baristas made coffee (they were on the other side of the bar at the time). I jumped up and started looking for a fire extinguisher, but she grabbed my hand and said "the baristas will know what to do!" and pulled me out of the building.

Once we got outside I luckily ran into a friend from college and was so excited to see him, it was easy to ignore her and get her to leave. My friend (Joe) was on a vacation and visiting house museums of authors in New England. [yes, I know Lewis Carroll isn't from New England but I'm using dream logic].

Joe was on a honeymoon with his new husband. Now this guy, in college, we all though he may be gay but we never questioned his sexuality. I was so happy he had come out. I asked how long he and his husband had been together, and they said "20 years." I was over the moon!

We were taking and catching up when a dog started barking. Some people were still rushing out of the house because of the smoke, and some folks came up and asked if the dog that was barking was the Lewis Carroll House guard dog. I said yes.
When I got there another friend of mine from college was there! I introduced him to Joe as "the most beautiful drag queen you will ever meet." 

It was then I noticed that Nick had been in a serious accident and was purple all over, and had a very misshapen face. He explained he was burned with acid by some White Supremacists in New Hampshire, but normally he wears a lot of make-up. He got really good at doing make-up in his drag days before the attack.
Because Joe was newly "out" and was always into theater, I asked if he would like to try drag. We had the supplies and it would be something else to try. Joe was exhausted so he went upstairs to his groom.

So, I'm not sure that is where the dream ended, but I know I had a part 2, which I'm calling the Cheese Puppy.

I was organizing a street festival and had set up a tent across the street from my house. I could look out from my apartment. My apartment was on the 2nd floor of an art deco building with high arched windows. There was dark wood and wood floors and brass furnishings.

I had put up a tent because the IPSA (The Idaho Progressive Student Alliance) was going to sell or give out political postcards to folks at the street festival. The problem was that there were so many vendors we were pushed right up against one another, with tables touching. The fair went well, and the vendors decided to keep the tents up and sell our wares for another month. Suddenly it was June 2nd, and stuff had to come down. I remember being surprised the policed didn't kick us out a lot earlier.
As we were cleaning up, there was this abandoned 1st-floor apartment where some of the vendors had put items that needed to be kept indoors. The apartment could see into my apartment, but was even more fancy. It had intricate vintage woodwork, and was creatively set up with a big kitchen.

I went inside and some vendor had left cheese everywhere! There was all sorts of cheeses, some frozen in coolers, some room temperature, it was just cheese everywhere. I had to put on gloves to touch some of the cold cheese. Then when I opened a door, there was a dog. The dog was barking and growling and I could tell by the body language, he was going to bite me. It was a small dog, like the size of a small cocker spaniel. It looked like a white Lady from Lady and the Tramp. 

Well, the dog bit my hand and wouldn't let go. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. I took the biting dog out to find her owners to get her out of the apartment we were trying to clean. I carried her outside. I found her owners, who were cleaning up the cheese. They had left her in the apartment to keep out the thieves. 
After we cleaned up I went to my friend Curt's house for a breakfast party. It was in this 80s ranch-style place, and there were several people there. Curt's new girlfriend was super hot, and had a 4-year-old who had autism. Curt and the kid got along really well and we all played video games.

Then my sister showed up and we had to install the weirdest stove I've ever seen. It was like 2 stoves, but back-to-back, and it sat in the wall so that half of it was outside, and half was inside. I turned it on to warm up the room and it worked fine. I then tried to make Katrina and Curt pick out an outfit for me, and it was taking a really long time because they didn't have all my laundry and I didn't have enough shirts.

I kept talking to my friend and his husband, but then it was really late and we were drunk so I returned to a "hotel" across the street. Really, the place was like a flop house. It was a run-down mansion and people could rent rooms for the night. I knew the owners were away, and I just needed a couch to crash on, so I popped in. The room was like gypsy-meets-mad scientist-meets-artist studio. The roof was crumbling, there were no curtains, and the room looked out on the streets.

That's all I remember. And now I'm late to work.