I remembered some good dreams this weekend!
Saturday night, i’m in an office complex for some reason but don’t remember why. I find an office and let myself in. The office is deserted. It looks like architects work here. There are drafting tables and long tubes to put rolled up documents in. There’s a ?map hanging on the wall. It’s got what seem like pins in it but when i look closer, they’re spiders made out of metal parts. I take the map down, roll it up and leave. Now i’m in a bedroom. I guess it’s mine but i don’t ever remember my bedroom being arranged as this one is. I open the map on my bed and the spiders start walking off the map and onto my bed. Some fall off onto the floor. I’m scrambling to catch them all and put them in a little wooden box. This box feels heavy like it’s made of good hardwood. The lid is the kind that slides closed along a track carved into the box. I collect all the spiders and get them in the box.
Now i’m at the beach. There’re not many people at the beach and none are near me. I let the spiders out of the box onto my towel spread on the sand. These mechanical spiders are very beautiful colors and the sun shines brightly off their little metal bodies. I pick on up and notice a little switch. I move the switch position and it “shuts off” the spider. I quickly collect all the spiders and turn them off. One of the spiders has a little sack (?an egg?) and when i pick it up, it bursts open and is full of very tiny mechanical creatures. Shrimp, slugs… stuff like that. Starfish. I want to turn off these little creatures too and pick up the shrimp, find the switch and turn it off. Then i pick up the slug and it’s disgustingly squishy. I’m not sure if it’ll have a switch but it does. I try to put the little creatures back in their sack but can’t figure out how so i just throw them into the box with the spiders.
I pick up my towel up and shake off the sand and walk inside a building. A clubhouse? There’s some kind of party going on and i’m not dressed for the event but go in anyways. I go to the little kitchen area to use the sink to rinse off the mechanical critters. While i’m doing that, a tall man in a casual suit comes over next to me. He is talking about piano keys and how he doesn’t like the simplified kind. I notice pictures/prints on the wall over a piano by the little kitchen. They are all pictures of simplified piano keys. One picture shows a couple of octaves of keys and the letter of each key is written in script onto the key. Another picture shows a single octave of keys and there are pastel colored pictures of lullaby animals (lamb, puppy, kitten) across all the keys. There’s a third picture that, at first, seems like it just shows black and white piano keys but the man points out that there is a vine with leaves entwined with the keys. As he’s pointing out the vine he’s leaning up against me and i can feel he has an erection. I know he’s a “reverend” and married and i’m shocked at his action but don’t want for him to know that i am. I finish rinsing my mechanical spiders, put them back in the wooden box, grab my towel and leave. It seems like i need to return the chart and the spiders back to the architect office and wonder if i’ll be able to find it.
Another dream from later the same night. I want to shower in the hall bathroom and get my shower stuff together to go in but somebody is in there. I go back to my room to wait for whoever is in there to finish. After several minutes i try again and the person is gone. I have difficulty turning on the lights. There are two switches but neither seems to work. I’m getting annoyed that i can’t make the lights come on. There’s a window with a blind on it so i pull up the blind to let light in. It’s enough light to shower by but then i notice that the wall doesn’t attach to the floor and there’re gaps so that i can see grass from outside through the holes. It’s like somebody put in a new bathtub but it was smaller than the original and didn’t fit properly and left the gaps in the wall. I’m worried that somebody’ll see me naked if i try and shower in this bathroom. I’m quite annoyed and put on my robe and go ask dad what happened to the bathroom. He doesn’t know and follows me back to the hall bathroom. He’s as shocked as i am about the condition and starts planning on what he needs to do to fix it. I go back to my room, quite pissed about the bathroom being “out of order” and wonder if i should just use the shower in the master bedroom instead but all my shampoo and stuff is in the hall bathroom.
Last night i dreamed the motel dream. I’m sharing a room with somebody. I leave the room to meet up with my friends who have gone ?to the restaurant ahead of me. When i get to the dining room i can’t find my friends and i realize i don’t know my room number. I have a key card and THINK i was on the second floor but i’m not positive. I find an elevator. There are several people waiting for it. The door opens and a black lady and i get inside but the doors slam close before any of the other people can get on. I make a comment to the lady that we’ll have to be on our toes to get out of the elevator or else we’ll end up on a floor we don’t want to be on. She laughs and when the bell rings and the door opens we hop out. This is the fourth floor though and i wonder if maybe my room is on the fourth or should i just try to get down by elevator again. When the elevator stops and opens in front of me i jump in and almost get caught in the doors. Zoom, down to the first floor again. The person ?robot working the concierge desk gives me a dirty look (i guess because it thinks i’m playing on the elevator). I decide to take the stairs up to the second floor. The stair case is wide and carpeted and easily scaled. Once i’m on the second floor though, i’m not sure which room is mine. All the doors to all the rooms on the hall are cracked open and i think that if i just peek in to each one, i’ll recognize my stuff and it’ll be okay. The first couple of rooms are empty and as i get to the next one, a housekeeper in the room confronts me. I’m pretty sure this is my room but all my stuff is gone. I ask the housekeeper where she’s put the stuff that was in the room because i need to see it to be sure. She denies she’s moved anything and i feel lost, alone and confused and Strawberry Fields wakes me up.
Oh yeah! This was another one. Probably occurred between snoozes. I’m sitting at a computer looking at email. I feel the need to contact an old man that was a friend of the family. I find his page (facebook?) and see that he’s now 95 years old and i realize i better hurry and make contact because he won’t be around much longer. As i begin writing the letter with Dear Mr. ?Custer? or something like that and i’m writing that he’s my last living grandparent (even though he’s no relation) it occurs to me that’s not the right name for the person i’m thinking about. I’m thinking of Lester Caine. I find his page and remember he’s been dead for a long, long time.
Mr. Caine. Haven't thought about him in years and years. I thought he was my grandfather for the first five years of my life. He SEEMED like he was a relative. My mom loved him like a father is probably why. He was a good soul.
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