Oneironautic Escapades

12/27/20

I am in a very crowded gymnasium like standing room only with tons of people all around. Everyone is having fun and there is water spraying everywhere. Even though it is super crowded it's still really happy and the mood is elevated. I joke that this ride is basically just a line, cause everyone is just waiting to get past everyone else while walking around in the gymnasium. I start to notice everyone has different costumes on.

As I am walking there is someone close to me who says that I have to leave the crowd and go to the edges, as the crowd is starting to thin out. She pulls at my overalls as if to mention my costume didn't win. I now notice there are groups of people in matching costumes all standing in circles together in the center of the room. They are doing the same dance, but each circle is different and they overlap like a venn diagram. This all feels like a well rehearsed ritual. Everyone seems to know what is going on besides me. I am enamoured by the choreography of it all. There is an Indian guy standing next to me who seems to know what is up, so I ask him if he knows the name of what's going on.

He tells me this is called the 'Sitar Aaahg Sango Oood'. I repeat it several times as I have trouble hearing him say it repeatedly. He tells me of it's ancient history as a ritual. It is performed as an act of communal purification and bonding. Everyone here seems to know exactly what is happening but I am still kind of clueless. I am beside myself, I talk to the indian guy for a while standing in the crowd watching people dance in the center of the room in unison. At the end of everything about a third of the crowd is nude just walking around going our different directions. No one seems to really be paying attention to each other. So I am nude as well and walk through the gymnasium to the exit/towards the showers to clean off.

It's the next day and I am still blown away by what I experienced the night before. But I have missing time between then and now and realize I don't know how I got home, and my car is missing. I remember the indian guy telling me about a restaurant he goes to so I venture out and take someone's minivan to get there.

It is a Thai restaurant in the upstairs of some small strip mall. It's quaint with just a few tables and counter sitting. Standard florescent tile lights in the ceiling and large windows with tan blinds at the end of the room. I see J there and tell him about my night and what I experienced. That I thought I was dreaming but now it seems so real, cause my car is now gone and I don't know how I got home. He is very interested to hear about the ritual and so is the smaller older thai lady who works there. I tell them the name the indian man told me and both of their eyes light up. They know this ritual very well, and we're impressed I was able to witness it.

While sitting at the counter top I realize J now works at this restaurant, he is preparing tea and doing some general busy work while I talk to him. I mention how nice that would be and how I would love to work at a Thai restaurant. The older lady notices my comment but doesn't say anything to me about a job. At a certain point I have to tell the story of the night before over and over again as new people show up and are interested in my situation. While talking I keep mentioning how I thought it was a dream, so I nosepinch and realize I am still dreaming, but it still feels so real so I continue to go along with it.

A man I see who looks like Hank from king of the hill, he works next door and brings over a bowl of special sauce he has made for the thai lady. It is a mango ghost pepper sauce or something similar. It looks like sweet and sour sauce with minced garlic and chilis in it. I mention it would probably be really good on wings. I accidentally spill some of it while moving one of my plates to the back of the counter. I tell my story again and he asks me if I have a small black car.
I say yes and he informs me he saw a black car crashed into the river on his way into work this morning. I am flabbergasted. I realize I haven't checked the parking lot of this place which is in the basement level of a parking garage beneath us. I go down there and see a car that looks like my car but it is the wrong colour.

Directly next to it is my car, with all the same junk in it as my real car. I am incredibly relieved. I realize I have two cars here now and wonder how I will get both of them back. So I drive the minivan home and come back to get my car. Then I realize I do not have my car keys on me. The thai lady at the restaurant tells me they should be hanging somewhere over here, and points to a corner where their employees put personal items. Without being too invasive I attempt to move papers around and others keys looking for my own. I don't recall ever finding them.


A fragment about being in one of my clients homes which is now kind of like an all white vogue apartment. They are on vacation and have tasked me to house sit for them. I know they are coming home soon. A girl called A I used to know is also there. She is manipulative and thoughtless with other people's possessions. She invites a few people over and I am not pleased at all because it isn't her home to begin with. They make a small mess and everyone leaves.

She cleans the apartment thoroughly and it looks sparkling again. I am relieved because I know that my client is coming home soon. She then invites 10 people over since it is clean now and they completely trash the place again. The dogs have completely soiled the white floor and there is food and crumbs everywhere. I am beyond livid with her decision. The dream fades as she attempts to clean the apartment once more.