Mezzanine

10/07/2009

Captured!

Funny, I don't remember being captured, but I sure am a captive. I can see a city in ruins because we're in the middle of a war. I don't know where I am, but I feel like I'm in Iraq. My captor is an Indian man who looks like the wedding planner from the movie "Monsoon Wedding." (I can't find a picture!) He's in love with me. I think we were making out. Next I'm in a house of some sort and I'm in a bedroom. But the door has one of the panels cut out of it so I can see what's going on outside. There are some people trying to break into the room next to mine, then they try to get into mine. It's a bunch of Indian kids! They're pissed off and have knives and are trying to cut me through the door! They're pushing on the door and I'm pushing back so they can't open it. They get it open just enough for a small black dog to come into my room. I'm ok with this. Then I turn around and find out I'm actually in a bathroom and I turn back around to the door and the kids are gone, instead there are people waiting in line to go to the bathroom. I turn around again and I see my friend from middle school, Chris Lennon, going to the bathroom or washing his hands, I can't tell which because his back is to me. He turns around and I see that he is actually a woman. I'm so floored by this, but I still remember I'm a captive so I tell him, I've been here for a month and a week, how did he get here?? Somehow I end up getting his phone number that he wrote on a piece of paper that read that his name is actually Christie.


Mark's House

Now I'm playing basketball in my old neighborhood in Illinois with my old neighbors Mark and Skip. This is strange because I never really played basketball with them and now they're being particularly nice to me. Mark starts to go home, so I follow him and he sits on his porch. I see his mom inside through the glass storm door. I open the door to say hey and she says to close it so I don't let the air conditioning out. I ask if I can come inside and she says yes. I ask if I should take my shoes off and she says no. I get inside and she says she's making waffles and pancakes for breakfast. I sit down but tell her that I hate waffles and pancakes (which I totally do!). When I look at my plate, though, I see pizza. So I start eating it. Everything's pretty normal and she asks me how long I've been back. I tell her only a couple of days. She asks what I'll be doing for work. I tell her that I work at Barnes and Noble and think for a minute. I tell her that I can't really fly back and forth and commute to work, so I'll probably just get transferred to a store here in Illinois. I was standing on the stairs as we're having this conversation, then I come downstairs and start playing with the dog. I feel really welcome here. Just good vibes.

The Dog With the Strange Butt

So I think I'm going door to door selling something. I'm at some sort or run down house and I don't see that anyone is home. I see this dog in the yard and he has a big problem with his butt! He's a bulldog and he's facing away from me but he's got his mouth hanging open and he's panting with his tongue hanging out. I get a little closer to him and see that his butt has a huge tear in it right underneath his tail. I can see through his body to the other side out of his mouth. Then a little girl comes to me and says that he needs some help. I figure this dog will die soon if he doesn't get to a vet!! The dog doesn't seem like he's in any pain, though. We go in the house to call a vet or something and the little girl's dad is home and says not to bother with the dog.

Working at Pier One?

I'm behind the cash wrap at some home furnishings / greenhouse-ish store. I'm trying to ring someone up on my register and it stops working. Maybe I ran out of register tape. Then the girl next to me is trying to ring up a guy who wants a Pepsi. Her register isn't working, either, and the manager (who is Sherise, my old manager from when I worked at Hollywood Video ten years ago) tells me to hurry to the fridge and grab another Pepsi!!! I told her I was already on my way, which I was, and then I get caught up in helping some people find a dresser they saw in one of our newspaper advertisements.

Hamsters!!!

This is a fragment... I don't know where I was, but there were like twenty, or twenty five hamsters. I am sitting on the floor with all these hamsters... and some of them have little outfits on!!! I'm worried that I haven't hamster proofed the house and that they will crawl under the baseboards and get lost in the walls.

Jurrasic Park Pond

I'm in the woods. I think I'm either chasing someone or being chased. I'm running down this really muddy trail. I get distracted by this pond on my left hand side. It's all mud up to the edge of this pond but the water itself is crystal clear. I'm barefoot. I dip one foot into the pond and when I pull it back out the part of my foot that was in the water is all green! Like just a dull mossy green... like that styrofoamy stuff that you put silk flower arrangements into.

I think that's just wrong, so I walk down the muddy trail some more and find another pond. I'm thinking this is just a forest full of these little ponds. I go up to this one and it's deeper and it seems like something's just off about it. For whatever reason, I just get all the way in. It's kind of like a pool because as soon as you walk to the edge of it, the mud just stops and it's deep, there's no way to just wade into it. I see a fence to my left and my sister's in a lawn chair sunbathing. She flips out when she realizes I'm in this pond and tries to get me out. I crawl up on the side of the fence and look over the fence to see these strange dinosaur-like animals. They're reptiles of some sort, brown and almost blending into the mud. It feels like they would kill me if they saw me, so I try to be really careful and get away from the fence.

I think I woke up and then went back to sleep so I could finish out this dream. Next thing I know, I'm at my parents' house and my sister is trying to explain to them where we just were and my parents don't care, in fact, they make her give them like $100 and tell her to leave. Somehow I have one of the creatures in a plastic grocery bag and I take it to the driveway where there are fires going all in the backyard and I set the bag down in a fire to kill whatever's in the bag.

This was my most bizarre dream in a long while... other than the killer bugs and the army scavenger hunt.