Dream:
I had a dream about old best friends last night, both from college and high school. A lot happened in the dream, and I don't remember the order exactly, so I will do the best I can just listing the things that I do remember doing.
I remember being with my best friend from high school, Marie. I was at her parents home. I remember her mom showing me their new couches.
I remember looking out in their backyard and seeing that her mom had converted their old play house into a craft room. And had enclosed it and made it very nice.
I also remember seeing goats and chickens in their backyard and also in their neighbor across the back fence's yard. I remember thinking, "You know, here we are in the middle of LA and here are goats and chickens unless you came back here, you would never know." I looked to the street that was in front of the back neighbors and saw that it was P Blvd. I hadn't realized that that busy street was right there.
Then the neighbor had opened a gate between the yard and was shooing the goats (and also sheep) from his yard into my friend's yard. I realized that the goats and sheep just belonged to my friend's family and had gotten into his yard by accident. He actually tossed one small sheep over the fence. It landed on its side, then got up. I thought that that was a bit cruel to do.
Then my friend's parents were showing me the goats and ther different kinds of horns and what the horns could be used for when they fell off. Some of the horns laying on the ground looked more like moose antlers.
Then I was at my best friend from college Tom's house. I met his parents that were very serious. I wondered if they wanted me to be there (in real life I thought they never like me).
Then my other best friend George arrived. We talked. Then George and I were in the kitchen and he mentioned that he had developed a condition that if he didn't eat every few hours then he would get very sick. He looked around for food and didn't see any. So he went out into the garden where Tom's parents were sitting. George staretd picking cucumbers and tomatoes and melons. I suddenly was really nervous since he hadn't asked. I looked over at the parents and asked apologetically, "Do you mind...?" They said, "It's fine." And I felt much better.
Then we were back in the house and Tom showed my a kind of spiral staircase in his house. Near the bottom there was an aclove-like place with a shelf that was covered with lots of crocodile figurines. Tom made the joke not to fall into the pit of crocodiles.
Then we were back in the family room all sitting on couches. My friend Marie had shown up, but was in the other room still. It was kind of awkward, and no one was talking. Finally Tom's parent looked at us and asked, "When are you guys going to start having babies?"
I couldn't believe that they would be so forward. But I also realized what they were thinking. They wanted us to pair up and start families so they could finally have some grand kids. I looked over at Tom and George. They looked mortified that Tom's parents had asked that question. No one was saying anything, and there was an extremely awkward silence. Since Marie was in the other room, and it was just me and the two guys in this room, the question suddenly seemed really funny to me.
So I gave a little laugh and said, "And how would that happen?"
None of them understood the humor. And they all now looked at each other nervously wondering who would be the one to explain to me about "babies".
It was now even more humorous, and there was no way I would let them off the hook, and I continued to gaze back and forth between them with a very innocent look on my face.
The next thing I remember was sitting at the dining room table and we were eating. Marie was with us and she picked up a large thin piece of meat. It was full of fat so the whole thing kind of stretched as she picked it up. She pulled at it even more, stretching it further. I told her that was one of the reasons I didn't eat meat any more, because of all that fat. I also pointed out when she stretched it you could see better where the fat was and were the little pieces of meat were, and how I used to sometimes stretch it like that and pull out the little pieces of meat. And how you were then left with a big wad of fat. She decided that she would pulled out the peices of meat and not eat the fat.
Than later I was alone with Marie. She was laying quietly on the couch. I knew she was not happy. I knew that she had gone through a painful divorce and that life was hard. I wanted to say something to make her feel better but I couldn't think of anything. So I asked about her daughter.
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