Volpone
Zombie Hunter
OK. Some stuff from last night. First, I was basically in my life of the early '90s--doing temp office work in early '90s Minneapolis and walking to work--only in the dream I had my current dog. I went to do...something...but it didn't pan out. They were closed or some thing. Then I remembered I had a dog and realized no one was watching the dog so my subconscious quickly came up with that I'd left her at my aunt's house. So at this point I'm trying to think of the best way to my aunt's house from where I am and as I type this I'm realizing I was using Portland, OR for this part of the dream, where there's a big river smack dab through the middle of town. The Mississippi runs through Minneapolis too, but it somehow seems less intrusive. I guess I could've been in the north end of Minneapolis, at one end of Nicollet...anyway, at this point my brain realizes that my aunt lives way out in the suburbs and it would be a half hour by car, let alone walking and I think my brain threw in the towel on that dream.
So now I'm at my brother's bar (which he sold a few months ago IRL) and the big town fair is coming up--or something. For some reason I'm in charge of planning some entertainment so I just SWAG a plan while my brother sort of nods absently to it. The bartender takes it as written in stone and draws up staffing for the bar around it. Later my Mom comes to me about the plan and forces me to come clean that it's completely made up off the top of my head and I haven't actually done anything with it and starts trying to pin me down on stuff--"What needs to happen?" Interestingly, my car was stolen in a dream awhile back and apparently it was still stolen in this dream. I say something about how first we need to get my car back. And we need something about some vehicle or trailer of my brother's. Not long after this I notice a traffic jam out on the freeway (there are no traffic jams or freeways in the town where the bar is so I guess we're back in the Twin Cities) and in the center appears to be a grey Mustang, stalled with cops around it. I head out to see if it's my car but as I get closer it's a much older car--possibly a 55-57 Chevy (which doesn't actually look anything like a Mustang at any distance).
So now I'm at my brother's bar (which he sold a few months ago IRL) and the big town fair is coming up--or something. For some reason I'm in charge of planning some entertainment so I just SWAG a plan while my brother sort of nods absently to it. The bartender takes it as written in stone and draws up staffing for the bar around it. Later my Mom comes to me about the plan and forces me to come clean that it's completely made up off the top of my head and I haven't actually done anything with it and starts trying to pin me down on stuff--"What needs to happen?" Interestingly, my car was stolen in a dream awhile back and apparently it was still stolen in this dream. I say something about how first we need to get my car back. And we need something about some vehicle or trailer of my brother's. Not long after this I notice a traffic jam out on the freeway (there are no traffic jams or freeways in the town where the bar is so I guess we're back in the Twin Cities) and in the center appears to be a grey Mustang, stalled with cops around it. I head out to see if it's my car but as I get closer it's a much older car--possibly a 55-57 Chevy (which doesn't actually look anything like a Mustang at any distance).