Getting my kicks on Rt. 66?

I’m in a gift shop (i think i’m in a State park like Yellowstone or Grand Canyon). Inside it’s very rustic. All the shelves and the kiosk that contains the cash register, the hardwood floors, the support beams… everything is made of rich, dark wood. (Now that i’m awake it reminds me of Fort Abercrombie kind of). I’m mostly browsing through the knickknacks and shiny stuff located on the shelves and beams of the kiosk itself. There are gold chains hanging from the beams that make up the four corners of the kiosk and the man behind the counter (kind of looks like Anthony Perkins from Psycho) knows i’m browsing but ignores me otherwise, which is fine since i don’t need his assistance. There’s a low table covered with silk scarves to my left. That’s all i remember.

I think this dream was triggered by a on-line site i recently found called Vintage Roadside that sells shirts with logos from the old tourist sites, diners, and motels like you’d find along Rt. 66 or in Florida. Cypress Gardens! I loved those places as a kid and i’d probably love them more as an adult.

Tranny Tupperware Party Pavilion

I’m walking up Trails End (the road i lived on in VA) from the cul-de-sac end towards my old house. I’m supposed to go to a ?Tupperware party at the last house and i see it right in front of me. I look at the houses to the right of that house and see two covered in reflective glass. They’re supposed to look “modern” i guess, but i think they look ugly and fake. When i go into the party house, there’s a tranny hosting the party. She’s very man-like but i think that if she had on some makeup she’d maybe not be so homely looking. I’m telling her that i used to live in the house two up from hers but that when i lived in it, it was just a brick house, not chrome. Then i tried to tell her the names of all of my neighbors starting with the Daymudes at the start of the street. I couldn’t remember who lived in the house next door or in her house and couldn’t understand WHY i couldn’t remember. The tranny said she had to go to the bathroom and would i show her where it was so i we walked back down to the cul-de-sac to a kind of pavilion. Inside the first doors it was full of game machines (pinball and stuff like that) and i showed her that we had to walk past all that. Then we came to a kind of locker room and showers. I told her to go through that area and the toilets were behind them. I didn’t want to go with her because it made me uncomfortable being seen with her. I went back out the way i came in and when i got outside she was there waiting from me and wondered why i hadn’t just circled through. I told her, kind of bitchy, because i would’ve had to go through the men’s part and it wasn’t appropriate for ME to go through but since she was a tranny i guessed it was okay for HER to do it. We went back to her house to the party.

Her house was cottage-like and homey. I really liked it. In real life there were no houses next to mine on that side which is why i couldn’t remember who lived there. Angie was at the party and i knew her house was right past my ‘chromed’ house but i couldn’t see it so i don’t know if it was changed too or still the little wood house. I’d been to those ‘showers’ before but i don’t remember the part of the pavilion with games. The thing i remember about those showers from another dream is that the toilets are up a level from the showers and there aren’t any doors or curtains and i’m always uncomfortable if i have to bathe or use the toilets because i don’t want anybody to see me so i knew what the tranny was going to have to deal with and i didn’t want any part of it.

I just remembered that the Daymude house wasn’t on Trails End but i can’t remember the name of the people who lived in that house at the end of the road. An older couple. What the hell was their name?

I’m on a BOAT!

God (the white-haired, bearded Gandalf looking Caucasian one of the Old Testament) appears to me and tells me that i have done something wrong (sinned? MOI?) and i am banished to the cosmos. I’m a little nervous and sad but get in the little row boat with no motor or no way to steer.

I’m in the cosmos in my little boat and the vistas are amazing. Blackness punctuated by light and color. There are planets and shooting stars, space dust twinkling… A long time has passed and Gandalf God comes to check in on me and see how everything’s going. I describe the beauty i’ve seen and God is satisfied that the banishment is working.

Eon’s pass as i drift through the universe in my boat. The cosmos is incredibly beautiful and i don’t remember anything ever being different than me floating through time and space. God comes again but he appears as a beam of light at the helm of the ship. I stand before him and my clothes have long since turned to dust so i am naked except for the wings on my back and my boat is now a beautiful Viking type ship with eyes on the front piece and oars coming out of the bottom like in a Sinbad movie and shining like it’s made of starlight and gold. God tells me in thought that Time and Solitude has finally “cleared” me of my ?scars and i can return to the world i knew if i want to. I feel torn between returning to Earth or continuing on my journey through galaxies but decide to continue on the journey because the universe keeps expanding.

Next dream… I’m waiting for an elevator with people that i either used to work with or go to school with. In the book i’m reading, it tells about changes in the galaxy and how Earth’s moon now has its own moon. I’m thinking that’s very cool when ?my doctor points out that it’s NOT a good thing because it makes the odds of a collision a lot greater. I ponder that and the elevator finally comes. About a dozen of us get in. While we’re in there but before the doors close, a girl standing next to me asks me a question (i can’t remember what she asked now but it was in context to the book and space) and i jokingly reply “It’s the end of the world.” It upsets her and she gets off the elevator and gets on the one across the way that has just arrived. As she’s leaving our elevator for the other, her friend (on my elevator) asks her what’s wrong and she whispers something into that girl’s ear. It’s something about me being crazy and the both girls look at me. The other girl gets off and our elevator finally starts to ascend but now i’m in the back seat of a car (BMW?) and there are three little bottles (6 oz) of Coke. The bottles are open and i realize that people in the elevator must’ve left their drinks behind and i’m a little bit annoyed that they forgot them and i’m trying to decide if i should just leave them or should i take them with me to dispose in a trash barrel. I ask the person driving what she thinks i should do.

That’s all i remember. The End.

fear and loathing in Fuquay?

I’m not sure if this is a continuation of the Pacifica dream or a brand new one.

I’m in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams but in a new part i haven’t been before. It’s a long narrow hallway and all the stores are on my right side and a wall with windows is on my left. There are three men ?following me and i’m trying to lose them by ducking into the stores on my right. Every time i come out of the stores they’re still nearby. Two are white/Caucasian (Italian?) and one is black with a fairly big afro. (Awake, they remind me of characters from Saturday Night Fever – tight polyester clothes…)

I need to go to the airport and even though i’m afraid the men want to hurt me i get in a car with them. We’re driving along a two lane road in the middle of nowhere. There’s one house along the road, way off the road. I still think they’re going to kill me but pretend i know where we’re going. We finally come to an air strip (like the Fuquay airport – just some little planes and a run way) and i realize that the men never meant me any harm and i just felt threatened by them for some reason.

“That which does not kill us makes us stronger” Friedrich Nietzsche

I’m in the Alexander’s house in Pacifica. It’s filthy chaos just like i remember. Stuart Alexander and i are in the living room. The boards from the hardwood floor and the doors from the kitchen cabinet are still stacked against the wall like i remember. There are black rats everywhere. I can see them peeking out from underneath piles of rubbish. I ask Stuart why they (the family) haven’t done something about it. Some typical lazy response and shoulder shrug. Mrs. Alexander is at the front door. She’s dressed all in black like for a funeral. She seems happy to see me even though i know she never much cared for me. She hugs me and leaves. I return to the living room but Stuart is gone. I notice a ?skimmer like for a swimming pool and decide i’ll try and catch the rats and put them outside. With the skimmer i trap one, then i wrap it in some clothing that’s lying on the ground and pick it up. It immediately pees all down my front and i’m surprised at how much pee that little creature has inside it. I get it outside and let it go but i’m thinking it’s not going to work because there are too many rats and i don’t like the feel or idea of having rat piss on me. I go back in the house and ask Stuart why they don’t bring in some of the feral cats from the back yard and let them catch the rats. I go ?downstairs (there was no downstairs in that house) and go to the bottom drawer of a big bureau. Some of my clothes from when i lived there are still in the drawer and i change out of my rat pee clothes. I decide to take all my clothes out of the drawer and pack them in my suitcase.

Horrible dream. I like rats though so that wasn’t the horrible part. Stuart wasn’t a bad kid (just the youngest of eight or nine). Maybe Mrs. Alexander died? Although i’d be surprised if she’d lived this many years longer (twenty plus years) from when i was there. What a horror. How did i survive that place? The memory of that place makes my feel physically ill.

This seems like a morph of two different houses. Alexander's had a little siamese cat for a while (that used the entire house as it's sandbox) but there were no feral cats. Neighbors of my friends in Raleigh, though, live in a two storey house and have feral cats in their back yard.

Dunno. Just a stress dream i guess. Feel like throwing up.