gross and girly

I dreamed the other night that I was staying with my husband at my parents' house (they weren't there). I had apparently disposed of some leftovers (a lot of beans, and some other miscellaneous food) in the upstairs bathroom toilet, but hadn't flushed for some reason that seemed perfectly legitimate at the time.

Three girls in their mid to late 20s were there, for some reason I can't remember. Neither of us knew them, but their presence there had been pre-arranged through some sort of lodging swap program. We had just gotten home from somewhere, and I had decided that it was the perfect time to broach the subject with him of whether or not we were ever going to have kids. I have no idea why I found this the ideal time, especially with the three visitors in the house, but I was convinced it was the perfect opportunity, so I cornered him on the piano bench and started questioning him.

He wasn't as forthcoming as I had expected, and the conversation soon fizzled out. I was walking around the house doing chores, and he was in the living room messing with his phone. I ascertained that he was calling, or trying to call, a girl, and got very disturbed about this--especially since I took it as a reaction to my effort to get him to decide on the procreation question.

I decided to just stay upstairs and occupy myself with things and let him call whoever he wanted. I would then react as warranted to whatever ended up happening. Alarmingly, though, I looked over the second floor balcony and saw the three female visitors lounging in the living room in see-through 1950s lingerie (all three of them had very vintage/rockabilly hair and makeup). Great, my husband is in the living room making a "booty call" while surrounded with three women in various states of undress, looking like Suicide Girls itching for an orgy! I was quite unhappy but determined to maintain my sangfroid. The most annoying thing was my impression that I was expected to waltz down there and join in their orgy with them (even though said orgy had not started and was possibly only a figment of my imagination).

I went into the bathroom fuming and flushed the toilet. Unfortunately, though, the garbage had sat in there long enough to start getting fizzy, and the whole thing blew and splattered all over the place when I tried to flush it. There were little bits of decomposing garbage all over, including on my eyelashes. I went out to inform the charming group below that the toilet had exploded and that I was going to have to clean the whole bathroom and then take a shower (what better way to discourage them from including me in their orgy?).

I never did get my shower, although I did get the bits of slime rinsed off my face. The girls had come upstairs and I gradually caught on that they did not, in fact, intend to involve our couple in an orgy. On realizing that, I started to warm to them and we ended up in my old room talking about vintage clothes, various sewing and crafty things, and selling on etsy. I started rooting around in my old dresser and came up with handfuls of really neat old pajamas--lots of hand-embroidered silk and that kind of thing.

The whole encounter turned out rather pleasant, except that after having rinsed my face I hadn't put on any lotion, so my face was very tight and itchy. Also, I realized that since my parents weren't there--and since the girls weren't there to engage in an orgy--we had three separate bedrooms to lodge them in. The only problem was that the other two bedrooms available hadn't been cleaned in quite some time and were crawling with dust bunnies, which I found very embarrassing. (Garbage-spattered clothing and dried-up face showing messy and dirty lodging space to very cute, put-together visitors. Great.) I don't even want to think about what this dream says about me or my sense of self, but once again I've managed to generate a surreal and unwholesome list of labels.

building! exploded!

i was at a roof-top party in downtown orlando. it was nighttime and it was a family-type party, or maybe a church family type party. my family was there but they were mingled in with everyone else. i was on the far side of the rooftop playing with a group of little kids. we had music blaring and we were dancing around and being all silly and jovial.

then, i caught a glimpse of something strange out of the corner of my eye. it was the sunbank building (i'm not even sure if it's still called 'sunbank' but it's the building with the pyramids on top that my old architecture firm employer's office is in) that was about a 1/2 mile away. i'm not sure why it caught my eye but i immediately knew that something bad was about to happen.

then, the building exploded. it was very loud and dramatic. and THEN the rest of downtown began to ripple like an ocean wave as a result of the explosion. the ripple was heading in our direction and i knew that when it hit us it would have terrible effects. i quickly grabbed the children around me and huddled into a corner with them waiting for the destruction. but the ripple stopped short of hitting us. it knocked out all of the power in the city and there was screaming and chaos all around but those of us on the rooftop were safe.

Bomb

Last night I dreamed that I was working in a cavernous office building. It was partitioned up into rooms, of course, but I knew this place was big. I was working, talking to coworkers, and I noticed that on the gigantic laser printer in our area there was an open Cool Whip tub sitting on the paper tray. I wondered vaguely why, until someone sent a print job to that printer. Slowly, the Cool Whip tub inched its way toward the edge of the printer until the paper pushed it onto the floor. Its contents turned out to be a viscous purple liquid. It had a strange smell, so the company started to evacuate the building, because no one was sure if this was toxic or not. We walked out into the parking lot, but no sooner had I arrived, than the entire building exploded in a huge fireball. Suddenly, I was so worried because I knew that my sister had been in the building too. I was running toward the building, but I couldn't go in, of course. I was asking everyone where she was when I saw her. I was crying and hugging her, so happy she was alive. It suddenly became clear that the Cool Whip tub had been some kind of warning, whether from the bomber or just coincidental.

Later, it turned out that my mother's house had been a part of the explosion as well, and that whatever had been in her house had also been destroyed in the bombing. I wasn't too worried because my computer and my important stuff is all at my apartment, but for strange reasons, I was still worried.

Here are the strange reasons: earlier in the dream, before the bomb, I had been subject to some kind of inspection, in which the guidance counselor from my high school (cameo role, I guess) had to inspect my apartment. He was nosing around my desk with a mini Maglite and discovered an envelope containing $974. Well, I was so happy that I was crying, because I was broke in the dream (and in real life). I realized that this was pay for a job I'd done years ago, and had despaired of ever getting paid for. Somehow the envelope had gotten wedged behind my desk drawer for the last five years.

Anyway, fast forward back to the bomb dream. Now that my sister was alive, I was hoping to find the $974 because that was going to make my life a lot easier. I found it eventually, while I was riding in the back seat of a very tiny car (sort of like a Geo Metro). I was on my way to my grandma's to sleep because I was so tired.