I have always had such intense and vivid dreams my whole life. For the past twenty four years I've kept a dream log or journal off and on. I remember dreams from my childhood still to this day. I feel there's just something to this one so I'm posting it.
I dreamed of living in a crazy loft apt and Kelleen n Quinn had moved in
while I was out at the grocery store. We were talking about their baby
being on it's way while washed veggies in the sink. Quinn was watching
dirt bike races on tv. Kellen and i were admiring the woodwork in the
loft when the moulding around one of the thresholds I was leaning on
just came clean off. I then realized the place was a set for a film.
Next thing I know I've got a crew of friends coming to this restaurant I
love (in dream space) and I hadn't paid it a visit in a long time. So
we get inside and it's being run by these big stocky Russian ladies.
They're not friendly and this one lady ushers us into a filthy lounge
where the only open tables are too small and littered with the previous
diners' dishes. The other people eating at the restaurant stopped
abruptly and stared at us. One very chunky young woman in a short sun
dress was sitting on her table exposing her polka dot pantied rear end
to everyone with her family sitting at the table. I turned to face my
hostess and asked her what happened to this place. She had lilac
eyeshadow all over her face as if it were foundation. She snarled at me
and grabbed me by the arm. I yanked my arm out of her grip and started
yelling "Where's the manager of this place?!" I was so angry that she
had laid hands on me. I stomped over to the register where this sullen
old man was sitting looking absolutely drained of all happiness. I asked
him for the owners info and told him they should all be ashamed of
themselves for being so filthy and rude. I marched out hungry and still a
bit cranky and walked to the parking lot to my group of friends waiting
outside. Now before I was with people I've known all my life. My group
had changed into a different bunch of people. In my dream I knew them,
but in waking life I can't imagine who they are. There were three or
four guys dressed like they were in a wedding or going to a business
meeting. I carried on about how crazy that lady was for having purple
powdered eyeshadow all over her face till this man interrupts me by
handing me a coconut popsicle. Another guy is suddenly in front of me
with a camera telling me to pose with it for a picture. I wrap my mouth
around it and lasciviously suck the cold fruity goodness right off the
stick in one motion. Then I blew them both a kiss, turned on my heel and
sauntered off into a beautiful jewelry store across the parking lot. It
had no storefront. I just walked right into this room with purple
walls, green carpet and an orange ceiling. I held my chin up high as if I
could afford anything in the place as I passed the lady running the
store. At the far end of the room was the Tiffany show case. Now what's
so strange to me in retrospect is I don't give a hoot about designer
jewelry. I love sparkly things and antique jewelry, but I don't care
much for diamonds. There were bracelets carved out of rare milky jades
adorned with tiny diamonds and hand tooled flowers. The most impressive
display was this mirrored wall with glass shelves. On each little shelf
there were black velvet panther figurines with all diamond jewelry
cleverly placed on their bodies. One wore a tennis bracelet worth
thousands draped like a saddle blanket on it's back. Another had tiny
diamond rings perched on each furry black ear. The all had bright
diamond eyes. I suddenly startled awake for no reason really. My friend
last night dreamed we were in a languid lagoon sipping tea while deep
under water. She said there were trinkets everywhere and that my hair
swirled in the water like ribbons of fire.
Life's been pretty crazy lately and it's been a spell since I've
remembered my dreams. I'm glad I remembered this one and I'm glad she
remembered hers too.
