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.