Weird Rest Area

Here's one I wrote down recently, dated March 12th, 2010.

April and I are in a weird rest area. A strange man corners me in the bathroom and starts talking about Native American shrines. The toilets shoot jets of ink when they flush. We leave and end up stopping in Geneseo, NY on our way home. We were planning on sleeping there, but the "community space" that we go to is closed and boarded-up. We go in anyway and start to sleep in a big bed, but then this guy--who I describe to April as "nice"--kicks us out. We wander around the town all night, calling people on my cell phone.

Stress

In this dream I am still living in the basement of the Rainbow Ranch. However, the Ranch is much larger (both in size and number of rooms) and there are more people around. My cat Gordon lives with me and I am also taking care of my housemate KT's bunny Bunny.

It's Saturday night and most of the people in the house are getting ready to go out. It's starting to occur to me that I don't have a cage for Bunny; until now she has been sitting contently on a blanket on top of a stack of books. I'm starting to worry that I can't go to sleep tonight, much less go out on the town, without Gordon potentially attacking her.

(To make matters worse, I'm still in college and final exams are on Monday. Of course I haven't studied at all.)

I'm going around from room to room trying to find a solution for my problem. One particularly large room in the basement has pieces of plastic animal cages scattered about on the floor. I try to find two pieces that match up but am unable. No single piece would make a functional cage.

As a last resort I try to introduce Bunny and Gordon to each other, by carrying Bunny over to where Gordon is. Gordon immediately assumes a pouncing posture, so I rule out the possibility of them getting along.

I manage to track down KT as he is leaving the house. "KT!" I say.

"Oh," he says. "Did you want to come to the Simpsons movie too?"

"Well, maybe," I say, but I explain my problem to him and ask if he could take Bunny back. KT proceeds to become angry with me, exclaiming that he took care of Bunny for years and never complained!

I awake shortly thereafter, relieved.

Lemongrass High

I had this dream a week ago, and didn't write it down so I am only left with this tiny gem.

I am in my basement looking for an old joint I had stashed away a long time ago. There are boxes of printer paper all stacked up along the staircase wall and I am lifting these up and looking beneath them.

Finally, I hit pay dirt. A joint of rolled up lemongrass was found. I think I offered to share it with Ted. But I don't think we actually got around to smoking it in the dream.

Raccoon on Fire

So, I am at my parent's house and I feel like I'm living there. I am younger as are all my siblings, though we are not really young--just teenagers. There is a somewhat festive or gathering feeling, though there is no obvious signs of celebration. We are all hanging about together, drinking coffee and some of my siblings friends are over.

A raccoon waddles into the living room where we are all standing about. Kevin explains that this is his pet. This revelation prompts us all to get shouty about why the hell would you keep a raccoon as a pet, how can they really be domesticated, etc.. Kevin seems to be enjoying the growing animosity against his new pet, and by proxy, him.

My mother leaves the room to go outside for a smoke and I think my dad is with her, on the porch. Which is weird, because in real life my dad refuses to be around my mom while she smokes. OK, so, a few minutes later the raccoon disappears from the living room. None of us are really paying much attention anymore. And we only realize that it was ever gone, when it comes back with a cigarette stuck to its fur and still smouldering--its back is all smoky.

I was pretty freaked out, but ran into the kitchen to grab a pitcher of water to splash on the raccoon. My brothers were in shock and were not being very helpful about all this. And as I rushed back into the living room with the water, right before I splashed the raccoon, my eyes played a trick on me. I saw the floorboards alight from beneath the carpet, as if the racoon's fur actually had set the room aflame. As soon as the water hit the raccoon, the room went back to normal.

Of course, my immediate thought is that my mother has done an unspeakably, horribly abusive thing. But she comes into the room exclaiming that the raccoon had been routing around in a pair of her pants in her bedroom, must've found a stubbed out cigarette and got it stuck to its fur. For some reason this explanation satisfied all of us, though it doesn't explain why the raccoon was actually on fire.

BBQ Raspberry Leaves

I was at a family gathering because Tom was leaving for the summer. People were making shish-kabobs of whole raw veggies in this order, mushroom, tomato, pepper and something else I can't remember. I went to get myself some BBQ raspberry leaves but they were all gone. So I was about to make some more: I preheated the oven and put BBQ sauce all on my plate, but I couldn't find any fresh leaves. I asked my Dad and he said Tom ate them all. Tom wasn't there this whole time, but he entered just then. I didn't confront him about the leaves because it was his last day here. Then he had to go.

Mom was going to drive him and I was going to come. She tried to navigate her way out of there and we were soon in a commons pedestrian walkway. I said, "No, that's a one-way." Mom said, "So what?" I knew how to get us out of there but could not articulate it. We were driving in the way of people setting up a bakery. Finally Mom turned around and I was relieved.

by KT

Non-existent location.

In real life, my brother wants to see the movie Kick-Ass, but no local theaters are showing it anymore. So in my dream, my mother discovered a theater in "Manchester, Philadelphia." This location does not exist, though there is a place in Philadelphia called Manchester Apartments.

Also, I got a prize in a box of cereal (which I opened in the supermarket) which allowed me to spontaneously create a real-life version of Sweetums (the giant hair-monster from the Muppets). Unfortunately, he left the supermarket and stole a car. He did not know how to drive. First, he stopped too long at a stop sign and made the people behind him angry. I had to help him, but then he drove into a ditch.

Finally, I was playing Danny in a student-directed production of Grease, but I was horrified to discover that I did not know the words to the next musical number, "Alone at the Drive-In Movies." (This is a real song from the stage version of the show.) I was relieved to find that a) this production did not remotely resemble Grease, and b) at the last minute, I was asked instead to sing Radiohead's "15 Step." Also, I could refer to the lyrics.

The Uninvited Guest

There's a party at our apartment, and an uninvited guest shows up. He's drunk and unpleasant, and he's holding a half-eaten slice of watermelon. He sidles up next to me and places the watermelon rind on his own shoulder. For some reason I reach for it, in an attempt to knock it off, but I accidentally form a fist and hit him in the face. I totally didn't mean to hit him, at first, but once I know that I am about to hit him, I just give it my all. He responds by punching and kicking me, but I don't retaliate. I figure he'll just get more angry and stupid if I egg him on. So I just stand there and wait (his assault does not hurt) and soon he leaves. Success!

Another Wegmans

April and I are in London, England. We go into a big Wegmans and fill up a bag with items. Suddenly April walks out without paying. I am a bit nervous by this, but April explains that they didn't have this one item she was looking for, so we're going to go to another Wegmans, and we can pay for all the stuff there.Okay then.

The rest of the dream involved me explaining that we needed to make friends with a Londoner so that we could use their internet for free. We never did make it to the other Wegmans.