The backstory is very confused as to how I got there and why, but I dreamed that I was attending a fancy party in an extremely expensive French apartment. Picture high ceilings, historic details, fancy stuff all around in a rococo style. At one point I drew a curtain back and was embarrassed to realize that I had unveiled a sleeping area composed of a gigantic bed. The hostess (random dream hostess*) was very nice about it, though.
The table had been partially set already, and then there was some shuffling around and we had to switch our seating arrangement. For some reason I was really agitated by the fact that people were no longer sitting in front of their preferred drink (all were very G-rated beverages like milk and orange juice, although one of the guests bore an eerie resemblance to Karl Lagerfeld, and I thought I read somewhere that he subsisted on Coke Zero).
At one point I looked out the window to check on a mild commotion below and saw Rahm Emmanuel a couple of stories below in the courtyard. He was throwing something (a treat?) to a medium-size domestic animal who was perched on a ledge about 15 feet off the ground. Unfortunately I don't remember if the animal was a goat or pig, but whatever it was, Rahm started scaling the wall to reach it. I was impressed at his climbing ability, but wondered what had gotten him and the animal into this unusual situation.
*Although I'm pretty sure that the fancy apartment was influenced by a blog I was perusing the other day, the hostess was not the blog's writer, just a random subconscious invention.
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Monday, October 4, 2010
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
hobo code
Last night I dreamed that my husband and I were at an apartment building* in a small town in Arkansas. I don't know why we were there, but I had gone in by myself to see the inside. It was a relatively small building, with one entrance, and the apartments opened into a common hallway, like a hotel or a dorm. It was, in fact, very dormlike--a lot of the apartment doors were open, and I could see that the layout was really one large room with four or so bunk beds and lots of young and youngish people hanging out. The vibe was extremely redneck, and everyone seemed to know each other. Several people were talking about going swimming, and a few guys with mullets and very 80s clothing came out whooping and hollering and left to go swimming. All this freaked me out a little, so I left before anyone noticed me.
Then we went into another building that was attached to the apartment building. This was also an apartment building, although it had a different feeling. It seemed like a bank or some other soulless corporate building that had been converted into studio apartments. We went into the apartment of a young guy who left just after we got there. We were waiting for something, I'm not sure what, and just hung around looking at all the things in his apartment. I was impressed with the variety of decorations--lots of things from various parts of the world, indicating that he had done a lot of traveling. There were quite a few candid photos of people, and some of them seemed familiar. I was frustrated because I couldn't remember who they were, or even whether I had actually known this guy at some point in the past.
There were people coming in and out of the apartment, and at one point a very small Asian-looking girl came in and started doing something with a black string- or bamboo-like material. She seemed to be knotting it very quickly into something, then she started waving it around quicker and quicker and at the same time slipped it around my husband's neck. After a few seconds of extremely rapid flourishes, she stepped back and we could all see an extremely elaborate knotted lei-type necklace hanging around his neck. Everyone was very impressed, and it was evident that she wanted some reimbursement for this performance art (she removed the necklace, which I thought was too bad, but understandable as it was part of her "act"). She indicated that she wanted $2.47 for the performance, which I thought was less than it merited. People quickly gave her quite a bit more than that, and I was rooting around in my wallet to find $5 or so to contribute. Every time I found a bill that looked right, though, I discovered that it was a foreign bill--there were weird European currencies and a lot of odd-sized bills from Latin American countries. I realized that we had recently been travelling and I berated myself for not getting my wallet organized. In the end I couldn't give her anything, having rejected the idea of giving her some random foreign bills as possibly kind of insulting. She left quickly anyway, with a small family who looked very much like the stereotype of an indigenous Latin American family: a group of very small people with shawls and assorted small children and a humble demeanor.
After that, I think the owner of the apartment showed up briefly with his girlfriend, there was a demonstration of the new Camaro, which turned out to look very much like a spaceship, covered with buttons and gauges inside (you had to enter through a hatch in the roof); and then he and his girfriend left again. At some point a very dirty homeless guy showed up, and we weren't quite sure what to do with him. It was somehow decided that he would spend the night there, although I had some misgivings about it and about what should be done about him. I looked out the window and saw that a "hobo code" had been put on the parking lot outside. It was an x and an arrow scratched into the asphalt and then highlighted with that landscaping spray paint**. Seeing that it had been put there so quickly made me nervous because it meant that other "hobos" were hanging around outside and watching.
After that I looked around and noticed, then pointed out, that the plan was probably not workable. There were only two double beds in the room, and apparently my husband and I had been planning to stay there, which meant that the apartment owner would have to share his bed with the hobo, which he probably wouldn't want to do. I tried to point this out in an inoffensive way.
I don't really remember anything else. The whole dream had a weird feeling of confusion and a slight vague dread.
*The apartment was based on an actual apartment complex where Curly Sue lived for a while and where I visited her. It didn't bear any actual physical resemblance, but it was quite clear in my mind in the dream that it was the place where she had lived. I thought, "ah-ha! Now I can see why she didn't like it here."
**The landscaping spray paint is because I used some the other day to mark some trees we were treating at our house.
Then we went into another building that was attached to the apartment building. This was also an apartment building, although it had a different feeling. It seemed like a bank or some other soulless corporate building that had been converted into studio apartments. We went into the apartment of a young guy who left just after we got there. We were waiting for something, I'm not sure what, and just hung around looking at all the things in his apartment. I was impressed with the variety of decorations--lots of things from various parts of the world, indicating that he had done a lot of traveling. There were quite a few candid photos of people, and some of them seemed familiar. I was frustrated because I couldn't remember who they were, or even whether I had actually known this guy at some point in the past.
There were people coming in and out of the apartment, and at one point a very small Asian-looking girl came in and started doing something with a black string- or bamboo-like material. She seemed to be knotting it very quickly into something, then she started waving it around quicker and quicker and at the same time slipped it around my husband's neck. After a few seconds of extremely rapid flourishes, she stepped back and we could all see an extremely elaborate knotted lei-type necklace hanging around his neck. Everyone was very impressed, and it was evident that she wanted some reimbursement for this performance art (she removed the necklace, which I thought was too bad, but understandable as it was part of her "act"). She indicated that she wanted $2.47 for the performance, which I thought was less than it merited. People quickly gave her quite a bit more than that, and I was rooting around in my wallet to find $5 or so to contribute. Every time I found a bill that looked right, though, I discovered that it was a foreign bill--there were weird European currencies and a lot of odd-sized bills from Latin American countries. I realized that we had recently been travelling and I berated myself for not getting my wallet organized. In the end I couldn't give her anything, having rejected the idea of giving her some random foreign bills as possibly kind of insulting. She left quickly anyway, with a small family who looked very much like the stereotype of an indigenous Latin American family: a group of very small people with shawls and assorted small children and a humble demeanor.
After that, I think the owner of the apartment showed up briefly with his girlfriend, there was a demonstration of the new Camaro, which turned out to look very much like a spaceship, covered with buttons and gauges inside (you had to enter through a hatch in the roof); and then he and his girfriend left again. At some point a very dirty homeless guy showed up, and we weren't quite sure what to do with him. It was somehow decided that he would spend the night there, although I had some misgivings about it and about what should be done about him. I looked out the window and saw that a "hobo code" had been put on the parking lot outside. It was an x and an arrow scratched into the asphalt and then highlighted with that landscaping spray paint**. Seeing that it had been put there so quickly made me nervous because it meant that other "hobos" were hanging around outside and watching.
After that I looked around and noticed, then pointed out, that the plan was probably not workable. There were only two double beds in the room, and apparently my husband and I had been planning to stay there, which meant that the apartment owner would have to share his bed with the hobo, which he probably wouldn't want to do. I tried to point this out in an inoffensive way.
I don't really remember anything else. The whole dream had a weird feeling of confusion and a slight vague dread.
*The apartment was based on an actual apartment complex where Curly Sue lived for a while and where I visited her. It didn't bear any actual physical resemblance, but it was quite clear in my mind in the dream that it was the place where she had lived. I thought, "ah-ha! Now I can see why she didn't like it here."
**The landscaping spray paint is because I used some the other day to mark some trees we were treating at our house.
Friday, June 26, 2009
the haircutting copier repairman
I dreamed last night that I was very busy at work (as I actually am) and that I needed to get a haircut (which I actually do). Since I didn't have time to leave work during the day to get a haircut, I made an appointment for a house-call haircut in the evening. Apparently the guy who fixes our constantly-breaking-down printer at work also cut hair on the side! So I made an appointment, he came and cut my hair (we were living in a high-rise apartment building, weirdly), and he had just finished with the haircut when my husband came home. My husband started throwing a huge fit about this strange man being in his house and my having made this after-hours haircut appointment without letting him know. It was understandable that he not be completely happy about it, I suppose, but his fit-throwing was really out of proportion to the situation. The poor copier repairman/hairstylist (who, by the way, is not AT ALL "my type", although I couldn't seem to convince my husband of this) was pretty disconcerted and, instead of staying to eat, as we had talked about, I think he hightailed it out of there. Weird. I don't even think I got a chance to look at my hair and see how the new haircut looked.
Monday, April 20, 2009
snippets
i've had a ton of crazy dreams lately but have been terrible about blogging them...
snippet #1: me and recent romantic interest (rri) found ourselves hanging out in the ex-boyfriend's (xb) apartment. i was not happy when i realized where we were and even less happy when xb joined us in our hanging out. the xb showed the rri around the apartment and then it turned into the two of them snorkeling (!) through the apartment. suddenly it became the coolest place ever and these two guys were snorkeling while i was sitting on the couch. i was very unhappy as i could see that rri thought that xb was "cool". i wanted to scream "no! he *tricks* people into thinking he's cool! don't trust him!" but i kept my mouth shut for the sake of good manners (?). rri could tell that i was uncomfortable and he would swim back to me every once in a while and spend some time with me as if to communicate that he knew i was uncomfortable. and then he would go back swimming with xb out of what seemed like 1/2 obligation and 1/2 there was a frickin ocean in his apartment that they could snorkel in. in the dream i was very appreciative of rri's attempts at making me feel less uncomfortable even though it didn't help a whole lot. i could still see that he was trying and it meant a lot. i woke up irritated that the xb had tried to win over my rri. why was he always trying to steal people from me!?
snippet #2: i (along with and quite a few other people) was commissioned to design a new spaceship ride at disney world. only, when i arrived for "orientation" i, along with everyone else, learned that what we were designing was not a ride but in fact a real spaceship-slash-living system in an attempt to save mankind. the "disney" folks (which were actually government people) told us that the earth was in danger of being destroyed and that they were trying to find a way to transport all of humankind to outerspace before the destruction. they were not sharing this information with the general public, for fear of mass hysteria. instead, they put the "development site" on disney world property with a large wall around it (just like they do when a ride is being built in the park) in an effort to conceal the project. there was a lot of pressure on all of us (random group of people specially chosen for the project) to develop something before a non-defined deadline of earth destruction.
snippet #1: me and recent romantic interest (rri) found ourselves hanging out in the ex-boyfriend's (xb) apartment. i was not happy when i realized where we were and even less happy when xb joined us in our hanging out. the xb showed the rri around the apartment and then it turned into the two of them snorkeling (!) through the apartment. suddenly it became the coolest place ever and these two guys were snorkeling while i was sitting on the couch. i was very unhappy as i could see that rri thought that xb was "cool". i wanted to scream "no! he *tricks* people into thinking he's cool! don't trust him!" but i kept my mouth shut for the sake of good manners (?). rri could tell that i was uncomfortable and he would swim back to me every once in a while and spend some time with me as if to communicate that he knew i was uncomfortable. and then he would go back swimming with xb out of what seemed like 1/2 obligation and 1/2 there was a frickin ocean in his apartment that they could snorkel in. in the dream i was very appreciative of rri's attempts at making me feel less uncomfortable even though it didn't help a whole lot. i could still see that he was trying and it meant a lot. i woke up irritated that the xb had tried to win over my rri. why was he always trying to steal people from me!?
snippet #2: i (along with and quite a few other people) was commissioned to design a new spaceship ride at disney world. only, when i arrived for "orientation" i, along with everyone else, learned that what we were designing was not a ride but in fact a real spaceship-slash-living system in an attempt to save mankind. the "disney" folks (which were actually government people) told us that the earth was in danger of being destroyed and that they were trying to find a way to transport all of humankind to outerspace before the destruction. they were not sharing this information with the general public, for fear of mass hysteria. instead, they put the "development site" on disney world property with a large wall around it (just like they do when a ride is being built in the park) in an effort to conceal the project. there was a lot of pressure on all of us (random group of people specially chosen for the project) to develop something before a non-defined deadline of earth destruction.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Purple
Last night's dreams were all pretty strange, but perhaps the most surreal moment was when my neighbor, her boyfriend, and Snoop Dogg (I think) came into my apartment all dressed in purple and wanting my opinion on the clothes they were going to wear to a wedding they were in.
My neighbor's boyfriend was in a royal purple, crushed velour vest with a lavender shirt and a baby blue tie. He had matching royal purple slacks. My neighbor was wearing something similar, also royal purple, but it was more of a crushed velour jumper. Snoop Dogg had on a royal purple top, but lavender slacks.
My neighbors were the ones in the wedding; I guess Snoop Dogg was just there to help them model clothes. He seemed a little sensitive when I asked something like, "Do you all have lavender pants--?"
I think the wedding was to be that afternoon, and my neighbors were kind of freaking out about what would look best. I did like the suit with the vest and tie, and remembered thinking it was interesting to assign a color or material (crushed velour?) to your wedding party, and then let them go wild and surprise you.
My neighbor's boyfriend was in a royal purple, crushed velour vest with a lavender shirt and a baby blue tie. He had matching royal purple slacks. My neighbor was wearing something similar, also royal purple, but it was more of a crushed velour jumper. Snoop Dogg had on a royal purple top, but lavender slacks.
My neighbors were the ones in the wedding; I guess Snoop Dogg was just there to help them model clothes. He seemed a little sensitive when I asked something like, "Do you all have lavender pants--?"
I think the wedding was to be that afternoon, and my neighbors were kind of freaking out about what would look best. I did like the suit with the vest and tie, and remembered thinking it was interesting to assign a color or material (crushed velour?) to your wedding party, and then let them go wild and surprise you.
Monday, April 28, 2008
drug dealing and house hunting
My husband and I are embroiled in house-buying negotiations and I'm finding it pretty stressful; this dream is an obvious reaction to that.
I dreamed that we were living in Spain (which we actually did when we first got married). In the dream we had just gotten married and had been living in separate apartments, and we were trying to find an apartment to rent or buy together. I don't know why, but I had apparently not been inside his apartment before (in fact, I have no idea where I had been living--it was as though I'd been dropped there suddenly). We went to get something from there and I found that he was living in this really great apartment. It had nice big rooms, huge windows, and a really nice tiled patio looking out over the neighboring rooftops. Looking back the decoration was a bit surprising, because it wasn't what I would envision his "bachelor pad" looking like (tasteful but a little bland). Anyway, it was a wonderful apartment. The only strange thing was that there were lots of people coming and going and just hanging out--in the kitchen, on the patio, all over. I assumed they were just friends.
So with this nice apartment I didn't see why we couldn't just live there--after all, if he could afford it alone we could surely manage with both of us paying. He said that wouldn't work, though, and indicated without coming right out and saying it that he had been getting a discount on it because he was dealing drugs out of it for the landlord, which explained all the people around. I hadn't noticed that they looked particularly stoned, but part of the deal was that he not only supply them the drugs but also let them hang around while they enjoyed their purchases.
I find this kind of funny because in real life our landlady in Spain made money on the side by selling hashish to acquaintances in the courtyard of the building, although we were never involved.
I dreamed that we were living in Spain (which we actually did when we first got married). In the dream we had just gotten married and had been living in separate apartments, and we were trying to find an apartment to rent or buy together. I don't know why, but I had apparently not been inside his apartment before (in fact, I have no idea where I had been living--it was as though I'd been dropped there suddenly). We went to get something from there and I found that he was living in this really great apartment. It had nice big rooms, huge windows, and a really nice tiled patio looking out over the neighboring rooftops. Looking back the decoration was a bit surprising, because it wasn't what I would envision his "bachelor pad" looking like (tasteful but a little bland). Anyway, it was a wonderful apartment. The only strange thing was that there were lots of people coming and going and just hanging out--in the kitchen, on the patio, all over. I assumed they were just friends.
So with this nice apartment I didn't see why we couldn't just live there--after all, if he could afford it alone we could surely manage with both of us paying. He said that wouldn't work, though, and indicated without coming right out and saying it that he had been getting a discount on it because he was dealing drugs out of it for the landlord, which explained all the people around. I hadn't noticed that they looked particularly stoned, but part of the deal was that he not only supply them the drugs but also let them hang around while they enjoyed their purchases.
I find this kind of funny because in real life our landlady in Spain made money on the side by selling hashish to acquaintances in the courtyard of the building, although we were never involved.
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