DREAM THREAD Part Pi.Pi!

[Volpone]

Not a terribly exciting dream, but not a standard dream for me. Brought on by the prospect of having an extra day to the weekend. The smaller cities between San Diego and LA in the early 2000s is likely the setting. I've a free day so I decide to check out some bars and restaurants I haven't had a chance to get around to. Everything is super crowded so it's difficult to get in--it's like a restaurant district, almost like a mall food court in that once you get into this one stretch it's just all bars and restaurants. I walk down the strip, casing out each of the places to decide where to stop, and settle on the second to the last place. As soon as I sit down I notice this girl, having troubles with one of her shoes. She's got a kind of 1970s Swedish girl in California look--tan, freckles, straight longer fine blonde hair. And she's wearing a sort of tan kind of suede looking outfit with a short dress. She can't get her shoe back on so I decide to go over and help. I grab a sort of footstool that is under a nearby table for her to put her foot on and get some leverage. I help stabilize everything and she thanks me and we make some small talk. Of course at that point my brain realizes it has no idea how to talk to girls so I wake up and realize there were some Cinderella jokes or "I can always come home with you to help you get it off" lines, but I didn't think of them until after the dream was over.

 

[whisky]

Some kind of strange retelling of all the star trek films, but set in a small metal container.

 

[Volpone]

Bleah. Hydrated enough that I woke up for a bathroom break before 1am. So my 3am trip happened at a quarter to 5. And I couldn't get back to sleep, eventually falling asleep and having banal still awake dreams. In one I had an office job and I'd been...away. On vacation? Dunno...for a week or two. Came back and not only had my wastebasket not been emptied, people had used it for their trash from the manager getting everyone burgers. And then there was some kind of audition dream and either me or someone I was with was getting annoyed and dejected because they kept getting parts playing a kindergartner or toddler--solely because they were 3 years old.

 

[Volpone]

Two new dreams, the second being unsettling enough to wake me up for a bit.

First was some kind of group activity, working in pairs/small groups in a school gym that was based on my first elementary school--on a bed for some reason (it was storming out so it's possible emergency shelters factored into the setting). We were all making hot dog dogs to sell for a fund raiser. Basically cooking a bunch of hot dogs and then pinning them together with toothpicks so the looked like dogs--the way a balloon animal dog looks like a dog. Everyone else had finished theirs and was doing other things but mine was taking forever. I finally had the last hot dog done and had found one last toothpick that I could use--but couldn't find the dog I'd been making. We looked everywhere but it was gone. I was told not to worry because there were plenty of other hot dog dogs to sell but it was disappointing.

Second dream, we're visiting some farm in Wisconsin during winter. After dinner(?) I take my cocktail and a glass of water and head out to the barn, along with a big sort of chocolate lab dog, where a couple of the guys are hanging out with my Dad(?). We're making small talk about how hard it is to prepare for a catastrophe (again the storm while I was sleeping), compared to someplace like Kentucky because water is much more likely to freeze so it's hard to store. Somehow I dropped both my glasses but it was OK because they landed in snow. Picking them up I realized I could just keep drinking them--even with a little snow in them--but did manage to get a splash of whisky on the dog. They said that was OK and the dog wouldn't mind. Then I noticed someone outside and they said I should check on my Mom. It was her. The barn had been locked so we let her in and she said they'd made her leave the house. She and I went back to the house for a bit. The kitchen was very country craft and my Mom was going over and over about how horrible it was. And how, after I'd went to the barn, they'd accused me of biting one of the chairs. Then she picked up a sort of cookie jar and started taking whatever was in it out and me and one of the women from the farm coaxed her out so we could go home. Woke up a bit before 6am and wound up checking the clock to decide if I should try to get back to sleep or not. In the end I did.