Thread: Golden's New Dream Journal

2.4.10

I’m at a trendy Hollywood restaurant, at a long table with a group of friends. None of them are familiar, some of them seem like they may be more like acquaintances. This gathering is in my honor, perhaps my birthday? Everyone is laughing, dressed well, looks like another night on the town, that we’ll probably go out after. Looking to my left, my mom is next to me. I’m startled, what is she doing here? The background noise is an indiscernible murmur as I watch her, and become almost entranced by her. She laughs; she looks good—damn—she looks great. In fact, she’s wearing a sparkly low-cut tank with bracelets, and is confident, happy. I admire how freely she and my friends converse.

2.5.10

In a small office near the penthouse of a building, I get the feeling that I’m doing something wrong by being in this place; it feels like the office of some sort of dating site (I have a bf…perhaps I dream this due to reservations about the relationship.) I’m watching myself like a film. There are two men helping me, the one I’m discussing my preferences with is bald and in his 40s or 50s and all I know about the other man is that he’s brunette, has luxurious hair, and is in a Dolce & Gabbana suit.
For some reason there is a candle at the table that Baldy and I are sitting at, and suddenly my hair catches fire! Not only that, it really catches fire. There are 2 bottles of water sitting on the desk, and initially I ask him “put it out,” very calmly but urgently. He simply stares at me. Now I’m yelling “PUT IT OUT!” He is unwavering, stares at me blankly. Staggering to Fashionisto, falling on the floor, I plead, “please, put it out!” And though I can’t see his reaction, I know that he does nothing. Finally, I go back to the table and dowse myself with the bottled water. Not the most logical, but I’d like to see you catch your hair on fire and see how you react!
I go outside of the office into the hallway looking for my mom. She comes out of another room in the hallway and we start to walk back to the Hookup office. As we’re walking down the hallway, the area is bustling with open offices, and I pass a mirror, catching my reflection. My hair that was once long and lush now looks like I just came out of chemo. It’s not so much that I’m missing patches, but that there is little hair on my head and you mostly see scalp.
Apparently we’re walking back to the office so my mom can reprimand them, and inform them that they have a suit coming their way.

Different Dream


I hear incessant meowing. It’s dark outside and I’m in the parking lot of some dingy eatery. There is a young couple about my age, running around a strip of grass near the eatery, trying to catch a white cat. The cat reminds me of my kitten back home (parental’s home) in that when you try to catch him in the yard, he starts gallivanting back and forth across the whole yard at full speed, thinking you’re playing.
Lucklily, I have some cat food with me, and as I tentatively patter towards the cat, cooing ever so lightly, the cat starts changing colors, but to the colors of adversarial football and basketball teams! He must be taunting me, the bastard. No matter, I finally catch him.