Good beer

The beginning of the remembered part of dream is in my Manassas house, downstairs in the basement. I have two cases of expensive beers. [I vaguely remember getting the beer from a bar earlier in the dream but can’t remember the details except the bar was like a western-style bar. All dark wood, dark wood paneling, dark wood tables and floors. Maybe like the Seahorse Saloon in Pacifica but all wood. There’s a woman bartender who won’t wait on me… something happens and i end up with two cases of beer.] So i have these cases of beer in my basement bedroom in the Manassas house and i carry it out to the rec room to put in the refrigerator. The fridge isn’t in a corner or against the wall like you’d think it should be. It’s sort of free-standing at an angle facing the pool table, in front of the back door and the wall phone. I can see the old linoleum again. And the rotary wall phone, fire engine red. So i’m putting the beers in the fridge. There are several different kinds of beer, but several of each kind. I decide to line them up, front to back, with each one represented. The first two ‘types’ are in brown bottles. One has a fancy label with a lot of shiny gold in it. Maybe it’s a Kirin? There’s a great big bottle, like the size of a wine bottle. It’s a German beer, the kind with the yeast in it. I forget what those are called. They’re high in alcohol content. No. Not German. Belgian. Trappist ale. Blue label with white lettering. The next is a short stout golden yellow can. It’s a Japanese beer. Sapporo maybe? I’ve never seen that kind of short can and i like it. As i’m lining up the beers, dad comes downstairs and makes a comment about all the beer. I tell him he should drink it if he wants to because there’s a lot and their good quality beers.

Now i’m driving an RV on that crazy highway with all the clover leafs. This road always stresses me out but i know i have to go on it to get to one particular mall i go to in dreams, or to Richmond. I don’t remember much of the trip but next thing i remember, i’m at my destination. It’s a house on some property. Rural looking. It looks like where i live now but it’s Sharon’s house. I park the RV as Sharon comes out of the house. She’s happy to see me and apparently we’re taking the RV down to the coast a bit for a trip. I have a pickup truck too ? and i take the cases of beer out of the truck and start loading it into the little fridge in the RV. Lined up. Dark bottles, big bottles, cans….  just like before. When i’m done and leaving the RV i notice two little girls are sleeping on the beds. I think this is the camping trailer we used to go camping in. There was a table in the middle section inside the door, and another table at the hitch end of the trailer. Both tables could be lowered and the cushions arranged so that they became beds. I don’t know who the kids are and i quietly leave to go ask Sharon if they’re coming with us.

Something about i have to leave to go home but i don’t want to leave because i’m supposed to pick up my new car. I drive the RV to the gas station and fill up the tank and i’m wondering how i will get my new car home AND the RV and the truck and the trailer.  While i’m driving in a little town to find my car i realize that the car couldn’t be built or ready yet because it’s only been a week. I go back to Sharon’s place and park the RV. I’m still trying to decide how i’m going to get my vehicles home also knowing that i’m going to have to come back to get my new car too. I decide that i can leave the trailer with the little girls sleeping in it and take the RV and the truck home. When i come back for my car, i’ll just bring the truck and then i can tow the trailer home. ? The little girls are gone now. I take the beer back out of the fridge because the power is going to be unplugged. I show Sharon where to plug in the power if she wants to use the trailer while i’m gone and press upon her the importance of keeping the refrigerator open so it doesn’t get smelly inside. I get into the pickup. It’s my old blue and white rust bucket Chevy truck! I start on the long drive home with mixed emotions. I don’t want to leave but i want to be home. Sharon is trying to get me to stay and i remind her how when i first moved away and used to come back to visit, i’d come visit her, meaning to stay for a week and end up staying for three weeks. .

That’s all i remember. Phew. Lot of memories. My old house, my old camping trailer, my old pickup truck, my old friend. The beers were the stars of the dream! They kept appearing to be put into the ice box. And i’m trying not to think about my new car but i can’t help it. I WANT IT!!! Hopefully the order has reached the factory by now and the process to build it has started. But i don’t know because Jack hasn’t called me to tell me that and he said he would keep me informed as it moved through the process. Aaaargh. Stop thinking about it brain! Over the weekend, in the dark gloom i saw a yellow car. A Honda i think. I was happy at how well i could see it. Then yesterday there was a little yellow beetle and again, i was happy at how visible it was in spite of the rain. I wish i could’ve got hot pink interior! It wasn’t an option though. Cars are mostly boring inside. Seat covers maybe!! I’ll have to wait and see how the beigey- white leather looks first. Might be fine.