Drink

I haven't been able to remember much from my dreams this week - just snippets.


I was at a party at Dad's. It was in his Ellsworth apartment (dream geography house #3.) I realized that it was a dream at one point and that all of the things he owned when I was a kid would be there so I went back to the second bedroom (the one I had shared with my brothers growing up.) The room was full of various things that in the dream held nostalgic significance although none of them were actually from my childhood. I just believed that they were. I hugged a chest of drawers at one point because I was so happy to see it again.

The room was like a really tightly packed showroom. Everything was arranged nicely, but there was so much it was hard to move. There were things I couldn't get to. In the back I came upon a bar area. There was a tiny porcelain vase shaped like a trumpet flower. It could hold a quarter ounce at best. I remembered it and realized it was a special glass and that since this was a dream I could get drunk.

So I looked around the bar for something to drink and all I could find were Chinese liqueurs. I tried a sip of one from my tiny glass and it was pretty bad. I was so mad that I could finally have a drink but there wasn't anything good.

In real life my father once bought one bottle of Chinese liqueur called Ng Ka Pay. It tasted terrible but he kept it for the cool bottle and it became one of the great jokes I shared with my brothers. We always kept it in mind as a standard punishment or dare.

Furniture

I was staying at a friend's mansion. Ownership variable. At one point it was Tim's mom's house. At another it belonged to Joe DiGiuseppe (one of the guys who runs our studio) and his pal Jim Siebert (a guy I knew in Dallas since high school). Even later it was my grandmother's house.

I was sleeping in one of the many upstairs bedroom suites when a horrific noise woke me up. I was scared and screaming. Terrie, Tim's mom, came in to see if I was alright. We went into the hall where other's were gathered and Joe was examining a large antique armoire in the hallway. It seems the house has haunted? infested? with vaguely malicious antique furniture. Each night as people slept the huge wooden pieces would move around the house, some disappearing for years, others refusing to ever be opened.

The sound that woke me was a heavy furniture dragging on a wood floor sound - but they never left any marks! (That's how you knew they were evil. But I think that actually makes them kind of considerate.) Joe had been tracking one particular chest of drawers for years - big game style. He was obsessed with the contents of the bottom drawer which he was never able to open. When I saw it, the chest had been located behind a locked iron grate so we could touch it through the bars, but there wasn't enough space to open the drawers.

I asked him what was in the drawer and I think it was a bunch of pre-war Japanese kimonos.

That dream rambled on for a while what with all of us packing to leave, trying to figure out what to do with our soggy towels, a phone call for me and Joe from someone in Europe, and my continual discovery of another piece of clothing I had forgotten to pack in every room of the house that I went to.

In a later dream Tim was hunting down the man who killed his girlfriend in a drug war-related shoot out. Florence and I were helping as was another guy whose name I didn't catch. Oddly Tim and the other guy were pug dogs. This made them very good at gang infiltration. But I had to be close by in case he needed to be picked up and put up on a table so he could face off against an adversary.

In the end we found the bad guy in a club, holding someone else hostage, but we just waited until he fell asleep and dropped the gun.

After he got out of jail the bad guy went on to get some very effective therapy that included making really elaborate airplane models that were kind of frustrating his shrink, because she didn't have enough room for them all in her office. She put tiny speakers inside them and had other people who knew the bad guy call in and talk through the speakers to him as a part of his therapy.

Awful

Terrible dream last night about being put away by my parents in a kids jail-camp with this evil woman in charge. We were all teen-agers and I was a boy (possibly gay). The woman in charge tortured us and our parents didn't believe us.

In the worst sequence a girl was kidnapped and put in a body bag and the other kids were bullied into beating her with baseball bats while she screamed and cried. I tried to look away and close my ears. The woman in charge blamed me for her beating so I would be locked up for the rest of my life. In the end the girl survived and knew I had not beaten her and there was one other person who didn't participate.

All of the kids agreed that we had to convince our parents that what was happening was illegal and each kid promised that when they got out they would convince their parents to investigate. Over the years kids would 'graduate' from the program and get out, but no one ever came for us. By the end of the dream there were three of us left - the girl who had been beaten, the guy who hadn't participated and me. We were in our forties, but still couldn't leave. We still played with toys and games like kids.

No one had ever come for us and our parents believed we were criminals who couldn't be saved. I felt like I was choking when I woke up and looking back on the dream there was no one I had recognized. But the place where it happened was a dream version of my grandmother's house and the final three kids were two older blond boys and a younger brunette girl which is the configuration of me and my siblings. My stomach hurts.

After going back to sleep I tried to re-dream it and did have some success getting saved by my father who believed me this time about the abuse. But it couldn't replace the previous dream entirely.

blah.

Swarovski goatee

At some point in last night's quest a bunch of us went to a corner bar for a drink. The bar was having a special sushi night and had redecorated by covering everything in the place with blankets of crystals. It was supposed to look like glittering ice everywhere (because sushi is cold?)

Everyone who was ordering sushi had tied on to their faces a fake goatee that was made out of tiny ice chips but looked like swarovski crystals. There was some logic like the ice on the outside of your mouth would supercool the fish on its way in. It looked hilarious! I kept thinking that it must hurt to have ice tied to their faces, but they all loved it. It also looked like face-pube vajazzling.

HTML Emergency

(Not a dream)
During a meeting regarding course planning for the web 1 and 2 classes, the teachers start to argue over relevant curricula. The idea that every possible program or technique must be included is ridiculed by the group before each person goes on to state why their thing is essential. I mainly argue against teaching things that I already teach. I realize at some point that if they take my advice, I'll have less work. But I don't care.

Hotly defended items include dreamweaver, droople, ruby on rails, wordpress as cms, jquerry, dreamweaver templates. I think none of these matter as much as teaching them how to effectively research all available tools. Actually I think these things should all be eaten by the bird. I can actually picture droople as a big queasy-green slime down in the bird's tupperware tummy. Never to be heard from again.

The bird

The bird keeps eating things while my attention is diverted. There are a couple of kittens and a smaller yellow bird that have already been rescued several times. Sometimes when I look at it, I can see into it's body with x-ray vision. There is a gentle layering of wedding cake, live baby animals, and other food piled up inside its rotund body.

I have to gently tip the bird over and pat its back to get the animals and food out. I give it a little shake to let it know how angry I am and it kind of snickers at me. I know this is a just a game we are playing (the bird eats something alive or valuable and I have to rescue it before it gets digested) but I start to worry that the bird isn't kidding, that it really intends to eat the kittens and one day I'll be too slow.