last night, i had all three of my stress-dream topics in one. cracked iphone, inconvenient bathrooms, and the inability to get all of my things in my hands/pockets/bag.
i was even cognizant of now having my new iphone 6s because the old iphone was the one that got cracked (in the dream) and i remember responding to the person who told me about the accident that it was okay because i that was my crappy phone and i had my new phone at home.
not sure where this came from, but i dreamed i was in some sort of menards-off-broadway electronic store and i found a 4’x4′ wacom tablet for something like $74.99 and was overjoyed, since the teeny tine 4″x5″ one i purchased in real life college was over $200.
i dreamed that i was with my old pal, jesse, and we were trying to find somewhere to get work done. we ended up at this weird building, which i determined was my chiropractor’s office on the west side, even though it looked nothing like it. i needed to use the bathroom (that stress-dream topic again), and was told i could go inside briefly. i noticed that the people in the office were all acting really paranoid and being very twitchy. i went outside to tell jesse what had happened and no one was out there.
scared, i pulled out my phone, which was no longer an iphone, but a candy-bar phone with the numeric/alphabet buttons. however, it had predictive text and really bad auto-correct, so i couldn’t text jesse to ask where he was.
i went back inside and the place had transformed into a weird hall with pod-like rooms up and down the sides, and a diner/restaurant. the people were all hiding, or running around being paranoid, like my first visit.
i came to learn that the place was called andromeda one, and there was a commissioner, or some dude in charge, that had everyone on high alert. he would switch into normal-looking clothes (janitor’s overalls, businessman’s suit) and try to catch people breaking whatever the rules were in order to punish them. sometimes you could call him on it, citing a statute that covered the exception to whatever rule he “caught” you breaking, other times, the person was hauled away, either screaming or pale and silent.
some guy befriended me and pulled me into his pod. he wanted to help me get ahold of jesse. we were somehow able to communicate with jesse and i found out that we were both in two worlds at the same time. one of us was on the strange planet (i can’t remember what his was called), and the other was on earth, in the building, where the other inhabitants were, running around being paranoid. it explained my first visit into the chiropractor’s office.
then i woke up.
after nine months of working at the new place, i’m having dreams with these people instead of the other people.
last night, i dreamed i was tackled by a tiny yellow cow, a hairy purple/red fuzzy creature, a guinea pig, and something that was all white but i can’t remember now.
additionally, i was in some church where everyone had ipads and iphones and we were all playing clash of clans, but the deal was that you had to team up with people and pass your ipad around. but, someone lost mine and didn’t seem very regretful about it.
then, a current coworker, with whom i don’t really work because he’s in portland, showed me how to steal people’s army if they were on the same network as my phone, using an application called WIX. i remember being very excited that i took millions of little army dudes from people.
then i woke up.
i keep having dreams that i’m back at the ol’ place. it’s dark, dreary, and boring. the people are usually walking around like unmotivated (except for by their task master) zombies and no one is happy.
and then i wake up, smiling.
for the past few months, i’ve been having weird dreams that i’m back at the old place. (in my dream) last night, i had lunch with a couple people with whom i would never lunch. i also remember walking past a few others in the hall, giving them a snarl.
at least it’s nice to wake up to a happier reality.
my dream last night consisted of a bunch of friends attempting to go to an outdoor, daytime rave in unfamiliar vehicles.
jen was driving a big, red van and i was sitting in the hatch part. matt and karly were in the regular seats, and i can’t recall right now who was following us. at some point we all decided we should eat and/or get food for later… so we stopped off at an outdoor mall that had an assortment of different restaurants. it felt like the food court at west towne, except it was outside.
we finally got to some sandwich place, and the line kept getting longer and more confusing and no one would help me. someone even got trampled! after getting budged in line enough times (once by liz g.), i turned around and saw glass nickel’s “booth” with no line whatsoever.
i sighed with relief and walked over and said “whatever is vegetarian!” and he said “we have spinach cheese bread.” and then asked me if i wanted the works. i had no idea what that was since i only ever order delivery from them, he said it came with scrambled eggs and onions. i said that sounded terrible and either he wouldn’t serve me or i left.
i finally got to subway’s booth and ordered two kid’s-sized veggie delights (those come on a round bun). when i got done, i found the group and saw matt’s sandwich sitting on a picnic table and i smashed it and yelled at everyone for ignoring me and not letting me order with everyone else. i think it ended with me yelling at judy to leave me the eff alone.
then i woke up.
last night’s dream was weird, or maybe it was this morning. anyway.
i was with matt at our friends’ new pizza place, grampa’s pizzeria at a table (which is weird, cuz we usually like to belly up to the bar, if there is one) and for some reason i was looking at the underside of the table and found a button. matt kept telling me it was just a sensor that would make this high-pitched buzzing sound when the table was tilted so the staff would know that they need to to fix wobbly tables (note to self, awesome idea!) and i insisted that it was also a button. so i pressed it.
a little red light on a board in the kitchen (which was also the bar, in my dream) went off, so i pressed the button again and yelled to gil, “sorry! i was just messing around!” and he responded with, “fine! i’ll find something on the menu that no one orders and get it out to you.” which is apparently what the button is for? i don’t remember.
the next part of the dream brought us out back (there is a huge yard behind grampa’s) but next door was a feline rescue place owned by your typical east side lesbians. they were having a sort of cat yard sale in their back yard. blankets were set out with cats and kittens hanging out. they tried to get us to come over and look but i said, “no more feet!”, which is our current household rule.
things got a little fuzzy after this. and then i think i woke up.
all of the changes that have happened in the last year or so have gotten me wishing i could set up a stand in my front yard selling kombucha, eggs, mealworms (they work for fishing, too!) and knitted goods.
we could start a little llc, eventually peddling (literally—we’d transport everything by bike) our wares at the farmer’s market.
then, reality sets in. it’s not sustainable year-round, so i’d have to keep some sort of job. we’d not be insured if i wasn’t working full time and cobra costs a lot. i still have enough bills and debt that require me to stay where i am for a little while longer.
maybe some day.
last night’s dream was very strange. it consisted of an easter party at what was supposed to be matt’s parents house, but it seemed to be in a really expensive condo and his mom was actually another friends’ mom. they had a mariachi band who ended up serenading me while matt’s “mom” gifted us an entire new kitchen. complete with counters, cupboards, dishwasher, stove, fridge, and his “dad” was super excited about a stainless steel potato peeler!
i have no idea what that was about.
we don’t have much planned this weekend. there was talk about rearranging the bedroom a little bit. we need to find an end table for the other side of the bed… maybe we should make a st vinny’s trip this weekend.
also, i’ve been craving la hacienda for no good reason.
and sushi (for good reason).