August 27
I’ve fallen out of practice with this project lately – just far too many schedule changes and things going on to get in here… I have notes from last week that no longer make sense:
*At jewelry/craft show inside. Play outside. Costume… neighbor’s son and sister on motorcycle, O = princess… Evil queen dragon puppet. Neighbor’s daughter (A) in outfit, blue.
Steep hill, keys. S’s mom baking pies, Sunday… busy after church.
(I have a faint memory of the dragon puppet being purple and made of felt)
*Bus – forgot school… drive and drop off after lunch/errands
*OOB… neighbor’s house w/ex-best friend – she is dating ex. Bathroom all the time. Squirrels shaking tree branches for cherries. Dinner bad… grab granola bar.
This morning’s dream from about 3:00 a.m.
I’m driving RW to the convention center. I lead him through the doors to where his booth will be, and I walk around and take my place at the front of the line to get an autograph. People are staring at me for having walked in with him, then getting in line (shouldn’t I have just gotten the autograph while in the car?) I feel their eyes on the back of my head so I walk away, over to a bar in the center. I sit to have drinks at the bar, I decide to have a shot of something
August 18
*I’m walking in a parking garage, trying to get to my truck. I see people coming around the corner in parade formation… it is a wedding procession, but the people are dressed in BDSM gear, people crawling on their hands and knees with collars/chains, people walking behind wearing black leather bikini-like outfits, gloves, high heeled shoes, and black leather masks (the kind that cover only the eyes) holding their leashes, carrying riding whips in their right hands. They all have slicked back hair. I hide O’s eyes from the parade of people, trying to skirt around them to get to the level of the garage where the car is parked. We can’t get over to the car without walking right through the middle of the wedding procession. I’m arguing with someone (a wedding coordinator) they are trying to keep us away from the wedding, but I think they are idiots for planning the wedding in a parking garage without blocking the levels off before hand. #1 – how is it they expect people who have parked here to just wait to get their cars… and #2 – how terrible are the photos going to be with all these random cars in the background?
*I’m on a ship with a friend… I need to find a bathroom, but they all seem to be taken up at the moment. I find one which is something like a bench seat on the deck of the ship, there are four seats in a row, the one farthest to the left (when looking at the bench) has no cushions on it… but it is sloped down towards the wall and has a bit of a drain built in… looks like you sit here and urinate on the seat, then it drains down behind the other seats on the bench. The seat has a small spiderweb across it… indicating that is hasn’t been used in some time. I wipe it away before sitting down. I’m sitting here and my friend notices a bunch of guys walking towards us on the ship, one of them is carrying flowers. They aren’t supposed to be in this part of the ship… I reach over and grab a stuffed animal to hold in front of me so they can’t see that I’m using the bathroom and send my friend over to intercept them before they can see me. She runs over to stop them from walking towards me.
A minute later I’m walking through the ship trying to find my friend. The passageways are very narrow… and the rooms are heavily padded. I find a room that O is playing in… it looks like a long narrow play room filled with toys, the room beyond that is a bedroom area. You have to walk sideways to get into the room, then step to the side to close the door, then walk sideways to get to the next room. It is very thickly padded, so the rooms are all very quiet, but they feel way too closed in.
At some point in one of the dreams, I notice the frames of my glasses are broken. I’m wearing rather thickly framed plastic glasses and when I take them off I see the ear piece for the right side has broken off completely, there are chips of black plastic and the left side is completely crooked. I can balance them on my nose to wear the, but I need to get home and get to the glasses store to order a new pair as soon as possible. I’m very frustrated… I’m not sure which dream this occurred in as the note is up the side of the paper, but it might have been the reason I was so frustrated trying to get to the truck in the parking garage.
August 15
*I’m leaving a wedding… walking through a parking lot I can’t find the rental car that is supposed to be used for the honeymoon. I pass keys out to all the guests to have them help look for the car, they need to try the keys out on various cars and see if any of them start. It is night time… people are tired. We are in the lobby of a building, there are couch-like things (look like furniture from Ikea… metal framed futons that fold in half to be a couch, can fold flat to be a bed) they have thin looking padding… 70’s era burnt orange fabric… People are folding them flat to use as beds and take naps. Someone is handing out pages to fold origami… I’m looking at the kit, it was purchased on Craig’s List for $80.00… it was supposed to include the rental car. When I see the price tag I realize that it couldn’t have included the rental car, because the price should have been a lot higher.
August 14
*We start out at my parent’s house… S’s dad is arguing with my dad about installing something in the corner of my dad’s garage. S’s dad is saying it is no big deal, why can’t he install this? (looks like it might be a desk of some kind) my dad is yelling that it’s his house, he doesn’t want something built in that corner of the garage. I’m driving a car… we are lost in my home town somewhere east of my parent’s neighborhood. We were given bad directions, either by a person or by a GPS or navigation system. It has told us to go to either 185th or 184th… I’m looking around and I recognize where the road should be, but we have ended up on a dirt road which runs up a field, branching off into what looks like driveways. I realize the system we used to map our route believes that this road – since it has the same name as the one we need – must link to where we need to go… but there are features (trees, fields) between here and where we need to be, so we have to go all the way around. I know we need to go to the house we used to live in with roommates, up that direction, to get to the portion of this street that we need.
*I’m at a halfway house with S. As we walk up, we see a string of trailers parked outside the main building. The trailers are all old… people are running extension cords out of the trailers, hooking them up to each other to run power out to all of them. The trailers are set up for homeless kids, they have a safe place to stay here. They seem excited to have a sturdy roof instead of sleeping in the streets.
We walk into the main building and are talking to various people. There is a large man here… wearing a long sleeved red shirt. he is over 6 feet tall, probably about 275 pounds, all muscle… looks like a linebacker. He may be some kind of organizer for the shelter. I’m talking with him, sitting on his lap and I lean over to put my head on his shoulder… I’m sleepy because it has been a long day. I can’t remember what we are talking about. It comes time to go and I see S walking out the doors ahead of me, leaving me to gather up all our stuff. I’m picking up a bunch of bags trying to figure out how it is we have so much stuff to carry out, when we hardly came in here with anything at all. S already has his arms full of stuff, so I have just a few smaller bags to pick up (they are like lunch bags, but made of felt? and fold over easy enough, but they have stuff in them I’m trying not to crush) As I gather up the bags, the man I was with is hitting on me. I smile and politely turn him down, but he presses the thought. I shrug and hold up my left hand, showing my wedding ring. He looks surprised for a second, and I hear his friend somewhere behind me say “oh DAMN! Denied!” and he starts laughing. I shrug again, and say “sorry!” The man smiles, but looks at the floor shaking his head.
