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Dream Diary, Volume 6
Bonus Celebrity Dreams inRed
The Funeral | A Shower | Thank You Note | Boutique | The Futon | Good Qualities | Steve Martin | The Woods
I'm at a funeral for S----. It's going to be very extravagant. I hook up with 2 little girls, S----'s cousins. We (G---, C------, and I) sit at a big table with the family. The funeral hasn't started yet, so I go for a walk on the lush grounds. I come across a little girl with an upright bass guitar. It's starting to rain, so I guide her out of the rain so she doesn't get the bass wet. I go back into the service. I am now late. I sit down and C------ says "San Francisco is full of Jews," only in the dream, it's a clever rhyme. The mother of the girl who died hears him. She's Jewish and very offended. I am embarrassed. There are twin girls, S----'s sisters, who are 8 years old. "We're Jewish," they say in unison. One of the cousins, a girl of about 20, starts doing a lewd dance on a table. She has mental problems. She's getting really crude -- exposing her breasts, spreading her legs, and inviting the men to touch her. Her mother, very embarrassed, ushers her out of the room.
I go to take a shower in a strange building. I take a fluffy, gigantic towel, which was provided for me. While I'm in the shower, I hear someone crawling around in the duct work. I'm afraid that they will watch me. I turn off the water, grab the large towel, and wrap it around me. Inside of the towel were these two gigantic foam rubber hands -- part of an old Halloween costume. That's why I thought the towel was so fluffy.
I'm in the house where I grew up. I'm writing a thank you note to the nursery where we bought our plants. I can't find the right pen or paper. I start to write it with a Magic Marker, but it comes out sounding stupid. Someone is after me, so I have to hurry.
I'm in an expensive store. I'm wearing a white cotton blouse, a tight black straight skirt, black fishnet stockings, and very high heels. I notice that the seams on the backs of my stockings are crooked. I go into the dressing room to fix them. The dressing room is a slapped-together structure made of plywood and paneling. There is a bathroom. I go in to pee. Through the floorboards, I can see a living space downstairs. There are couches and a coffee table. A hardback bestseller is on the coffee table. I think the owners of the store must live there. The door is made of thin plywood. There is a 4" gap between the door and the doorframe. There is a deadbolt lock. There is no privacy. I come out and a Spanish maid is there. She says, "We have the same blouse on." She has on a sheer white blouse with a black bra showing through. I agree with her, even though I can see that the blouses aren't the same.
I'm at J--- and J---'s house. They have a futon that J--- is trying to cover. He has rolls of plastic and bungee cords. The futon goes in a dangerous-looking metal structure. We are trying to keep the babies away. He is having a hard time covering it. I make suggestions, but he doesn' take any of my advice and is annoyed with me.
There are 2 couples. The men are very attractive, the women are very unattractive. One of the women is fat, with a full moustache and goatee. She is sitting on a bed, moving her head back and forth exactly like a cow. The men are declaring their love for these women, how their love transcends appearances. They are listing the women's good qualities that have nothing to do with looks. I'm thinking that they sound insincere and wonder what is really going on.
I'm at an awards banquet. Steve Martin is there. I boldly go and sit next to him and introduce myself. We're sitting at a round table. The room is lit like a movie theater before the lights go down. Steve and I are chatting. He likes me. I'm starving. There is a buffet, but it's not time to eat yet. Steve gets me a plate and says, "If you're hungry, go right ahead." I get my food and eat it. No one else is eating yet, but this doesn't bother me, as the guest of honor gave me the OK. He says, "You should eat when you're hungry, it doesn't matter what these people think." I'm very grateful to him. There's a long wait while nothing's happening, and Steve is very tired, so he puts his head on my shoulder and goes to sleep. It feels nice to have his head on my shoulder. A very attractive woman walks by and I think, "I'm glad he's asleep, because if he saw her, he would want to sit with her instead of me."
I'm in a car in the woods with A---. There's something wrong with the car. He is trying to get it re-started. I'm talking to him, but there's something wrong with my voice. He makes fun of my voice, and this so angers me that I slam the car door and leave. I'm walking through the woods. It's dusk, and I come across a ranger's station. I decide to go back to the car. I go back and it's still not fixed, and A--- is being really rude to me, So I leave again. It's now dark. I can't see and I don't know how I'll get back. I come across the ranger station again, and I go in to see if they have a flashlight. They don't, but a woman ranger makes me a candle by filling a little glass votive jar with a chemical and putting a wick in it. It's not lighting too well, and I say, "I'll just walk in the dark." The two rangers (a man and a woman) say, "No way, you'll fall into the levee." We finally get the makeshift candle to light and I take a bunch of tiny cake-like candles and put them in my pocket. I'm afraid.
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