i dreampt my mom and i were driving in the city. we stopped at a swap meet and parked her car, agreeing to meet up later.
she walked around looking at things and i, for some unknown reason, decided to explore a house near the car.
the house was tall with high ceilings, somewhat empty, but had dresses hanging all over... perhaps part of the swap meet.
my mom returned and i asked if there was anything worth seeing. she told me she thought there were a lot of things id probably like.
this surprised me... i wasnt expecting there would be anything of interest, which is why i didnt bother looking.
i headed off to take a quick look around.
i found another house. a rambler, so smaller with lower ceilings. probably built more recently.
there was a decorative wrought-iron screen door and from the outside you could see the drapes.
i entered, because thats the kind of thing a person does in dreams, and found an older couple who owned the home.
they welcomed me and believed i was there to stay a few nights. aparently, this was something of a motel/b&b.
linda and her parents were there. although im not sure how they first appeared.
we all sat together at the table and ate a meal of delicious soup. there was some discussion, some banter, and i was slightly concerned by a long-bodied mouse (very kitten-like in appearance) that kept jumping onto the table.
initially the mouse jumped on linda's dad's shoulder. but he didnt seem concerned.
"mr. LOM, there is a mouse on your shoulder. is it yours?"
"oh, no its not mine."
the mouse jumped off and ran under the couch.
i got up and knelt down to peer under the couch. i saw this mouse and several others lying on the floor and on top of the electric heater.
they didnt seem to be fearful of humans, which is not typical "wild mouse" behavior (trust me, i have extensive wild mouse experience from my childhood and know that it takes a substantial amount of food and drink to get a little one to trust you).
while linda's parents began cleaning off the table and washing the dishes, i was still contemplating the mice.
when the older couple, the home owners, came around i didnt want to worry them or make them think we were dissatisfied with our stay, but i felt they should be aware of the mice.
"are the mice yours?" i asked.
"oh yes, they are."
hmmm... perhaps they should have told us that we'd be sharing the home with a colony of mice. some people might have issues with this situation and choose not to stay.
fortunately, it didnt seem to be an issue for us, and i was quite relieved because it meant it would be appropriate to play with the mice.
now that this was resolved, the dream shifted a bit.
a caterer came into the kitchen with a 5 gallon fish tank. he was going on and on about our sandwiches, had us sign something, and then left the tank, several tiny fish, and a container of pellets.
one of the young women staying in the house took the tank to her room. however, she forgot the pellets, so i determined it was my duty to find her and deliver the pellets so the fish could eat.
there were many rooms in the hallway. most of the doors were closed and i was uncomfortable knocking on them. i found an open door at the end of the hall. the older couple were in here, snuggled up in bed.
"im sorry to bother you. can you tell me which room your daughter is in?" hmmm, i guess the girl was their daughter.
they directed me a few rooms down on the left. i knocked and opened the door.
her matress was on the floor, she was tangled in blankets. there was a dresser against the left wall with an old electric alarm clock.
i sat on the bed and spoke.
"i brought you the pellets, for the fish. you should crush them before putting them in the water, and only feed them one per fish per meal."
she looked at me. "thank you."
i didnt want to leave. she was so beautiful lying there. i was certain she was in her twenties, but didnt question why she would be living with her parents still.
she sat up and instantly i felt a sexual tension between us. this made me nervous. there should be no sexual tension between my hosts daughter and i. it would be improper. yet, i didnt create this tension. it clearly came from her.
the dream shifts again and im in a log-cabinesque mall. the food court. (ever been to mohecan casino?) i am with the caterer again and he is preparing a cake.
the queen enters and i duck so as not to be seen. not the queen mum but something of a fairytale queen... perhaps a melding of alice's queen of hearts, and snow white's queen.
she's beautiful but cruel. and i know i cannot be seen by her or i will be severely punished.
she orders changes to the cake and leaves. i emerge from under the counter and the caterer allows me a taste of the frosting. i love buttercream frosting. yum.
i sneak out and the dream shifts.
im with andy. i am utterly confused that he has taken a job as a barber. he knows nothing about cutting hair, and how did he end up unemployed anyway?
i drive him to work and he brings me in this house to show me the shop. its a house. just a regular house.
we enter and to the right is a bathroom, we walk straight ahead through the living room, and turn right into the kitchen. i see another bathroom on the right.
this isnt a barber shop or hair salon, its someone's house. his boss is there. im pretty sure she's a lesbian. for some unknown reason this explains the lack of professional atmosphere.
andy ceases interacting with me and is only aware of his boss. i tell him i am leaving and without looking at me he tells me "okay." naturally this pisses me off.
the dream shifts and we are at the car in the front lawn of his barber shop. there are some guys going to the house next door and he's being beckoned. i think we might be arguing about how he treats me with indifference, plus im a bit skeptical about the whole barber thing.
he want to go with his friends and i know there is no use in protesting or continuing the conversation. so he goes and doesnt look back.
the dream shifts and im in the house off highway 2. a lot of my dreams take place here, so its certainly no surprise.
this is my home now, and i have a few roommates. LOM and SH live with me.
im outside, checking my mail and peeking in my neighbor's mailbox. apparently the mail carrier cant seem to deliver our mail the the appropriate home.
Prince (yes, the artist formerly known as Prince who is now, again, known as Prince) is walking by on the way to his car. he tends to park just up the street when he's in town for his dental appointment or something.
he stops to talk with me, as usual.
"how did things go with the condo?"
i dont recall the rest of our conversation, or what my reply was, although it would have been interesting to know what my subconscious take is on the whole thing.
plus im not quite sure if we were talking about me and LOM's condo, or the one that im currently intentioning.
in any case, it seemed that the feeling was "things went/are okay."
after he left, i went back into the house where it seems a gathering was taking place. LOM had set out cheese and crackers, chicken wings, dip, and other tastey morsels.
EC, MM and SH were there already and digging in. the phone rang and it was for me. it was PW from college. we havent spoken in 6 years.
we didnt discuss how our friendship ended. how he became possessive and irrational, and how he decided that my unwillingness to be at his beck and call was akin to mutiny. neither of us brought it up.
he said a lot has changed for him over the last 6 years. he's lost weight, was in a better place in his mental and emotional life, and was in town.
during the call my dad came into the kitchen. all i could think was "what the hell is he doing in my house? who let him in?"
i told someone to get rid of him. perhaps LOM, perhaps EC. i dont know. but i wasnt about to communicate with him, or let him make me uncomfortable in my own home.
PW and concluded the call with promises to hang out and catch up. it was wonderful to hear from him. although a bit needy, he had been one of my dearest friends in college. always willing to be honest with me, and having the keen insight of someone with several years more life experience and knowledge.
i walked around the house to see how our guests were doing. this is when i woke.
church bells and traffic
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weather or not - 2006-03-07
My Flight - 2006-03-02
poetree in motion - 2006-02-28
ultimate personality test - 2006-02-25
limerick e-trip - 2006-02-22