Brainy Vapours

Recovered from DV's crash...

I've gone out for dinner with a bunch of work friends. It's the kind of place that you get to go through and see how everything is made. First we see massive pies being made, one cherry, one apple. They are so large that inside there is actually an active volcano, complete with magma. Some of the girls I am with dig around in the sides of one of the pies when no one is looking and burn their hands. Then we're trying to pack the material, which oddly looks like chocolate cake, back in. We get to taste both pies.

Next we see a massive pizza being made and get to sample it. I have a small piece of that. After our tour is complete we are lead to the actual restaurant part of the place. We all want to sit at the same table, but one of the guys, "Mike" knows some other party in the restaurant and invites them over. They join us and take up all the seats. Two others as well as myself are left standing there like idiots. We are lead to another table.

When we sit down a younger guy runs up to tell us he's out celebrating the loss of his virginity. We all slap him on the back, congratulating him, laughing and asking him how it went. He tells us it was disgusting, then we end up talking about birth control options. He tells us the girl is allergic to the pill.

I try to order something because I'm really quite hungry, but I want pasta, which is not on the menu. The waiter is getting impatient, so I order a coke for now while I keep searching through the menu. Time seems to fly by and everyone else is finished eating. I finally settle for just another slice of apple pie, but now there is no time left and we have to leave.

We can't seen to get our bill. The waiters are all very busy, running around the place. We finally just go up to the front entrance. There's a problem with the bill, they are trying to charge me for food I did not get, seems the left over orders from the other table (who paid and left before us) were left to me to pay. One item is a Bloody Mary, which I certainly didn't drink. I try to explain that I had only a coke and some small scraps of pie and pizza in the factory tour.

The manager comes over and tells the person dealing with our bill that it's been contracted out to pay over a period of 6 months, and so we can leave.

Recovered from DV's crash...

This dream is hard to explain. It was more of an experience rather than a story.

Basically, the world has flooded. There is debris everywhere, and chaos, people freaking out, people dying. There is a giant whale who's gotten itself tangled up in the anchor lines of at least five boats. She swims violently around, trying to free herself. I see her diving deep into the water, pulling the boats down with her, dragging some of the large debris along as well.

People everywhere are seeking refuge on huge piles of garbage.

My father calls me over to help him assemble a little portable boat and secure the outboard to it. We go out exploring, finding a wreck and a friend of mine. There are many close calls for me, times where I almost die.

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In a cabin in the woods with my Mom and my Cousin. My cousin encourages me to tell my Mom what's on my mind.
Mom's been smoking again, which is odd and disturbing to me as she quit many years ago. After she finishes her cigarette, I find the courage to tell her how I feel. She reacts defensively and we argue.

I've hired a private investigator to find my father. She finds him quite quickly, which surprises me. I meet her in some sort of empty grey nondescript kind of room, we sit at a table. She lays out all these papers in front of me, and tells me that he has been going by the name of Joe, which is not his birth name. Some of these papers are pictures, and I am shocked to be looking at the image of the man that is supposed to be my Father. The man looks nothing like I thought he would look like. I've never seen the face of my father though, not clearly, so I suppose there is no reason for this feeling. One of the pictures is strange, it looks a bit like an animated .gif image that cycles through a few head shots of him. The investigator tells me that there isn't very much family resemblance, which doesn't surprise me. I've always looked like my Mom.

She tells me that Joe is working as an actor on a British Soap Opera/Comedy kind of production, it reminds me a bit like "Fools & Horses", and that he's actually doing quite well for himself. I am surprised at this, as from what I've heard of my father, he wasn't the type for such an extroverted profession.

Flash forward to the meeting. I don't know where we are, in a trailer of some sort maybe. It seems dimly lit and there are wood panels and brown carpet. We're talking, but not about anything in particular. I can tell he's uncomfortable and doesn't want to talk about any issues or hard questions. He talks about his work mostly, then finds an excuse to leave the room and I am left with his girlfriend.

His girlfriend seems fairly nice. She's an attractive blond that is much younger than him. She is dressed kind of boho chic I guess. We make polite conversation. She tells me a few things about him, including why some of his ear is missing (I don't remember the reason) and that leads us to talking about plastic surgery, which she seems really interested in. She asks me to get us some ice cream from the freezer. It's a crazy complicated and extensive compartmentalized freezer with at least 10 different slots for ice cream. The slots are all filled up with all kinds of novelty ice creams, much like you would see on an ice cream truck. I don't know which to pick. My father isn't much help, telling me to just pick whatever.