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.