Post by themightyjenjen on Feb 9, 2005 17:32:04 GMT -5
"From Wayne's World to D.C"
I am not sure how this started, but I was in this 1980’s style hotel with the fucked up geometric architecture however the dream was taking place now a days and everything was monochromatic – all white- except the furniture. I sat quite a bit under the open staircase in a small seating nook and read while children- a pack of little boys banged their toys on the entertainment center. I looked up at this group of boys, and was less than surprised to see that they were all around two or three years of age. They had trucks and crayons in their pudgy hands but they mindlessly fell into violent banging, it was deafening. The owner of this inn must have prepared for these children, as the huge big screen TV was place on top of the set instead of inside the place for it- a place that seemed too small for the TV anyway. So this is where the boys convened to destroy property. I am not sure how or why the children left but as I stood up to rearrange the furniture under the stairs to make a little library space for the children, they were gone. And so it seemed all the guest were gone, and down came the new owner- Wayne (from Wayne’s World – I have not seen that movie in a long time). He seemed to know me and I showed him my idea for rearranging the nook and he gave some of his design ideas, then he started talking to me about his girlfriend (same from movie) they were having a wedding and wanted my help designing it. But then he told me it was time to go to DC and led me upstairs to the drive way (from the set of Sense and Sensibility) and there was an old 1970’s beat up car, so heavy with stuff the back end looked to be touching the gravel. The passenger door was open and I hopped in and we drove down the driveway.
In DC I remember driving thru things weird suburban landscapes- boring except for the fact that every house looked like it belonged in a surrealist painting. I thought to take pictures but I didn’t know where my camera and I dislike mindless photos. The driver was my friend Elizabeth’s Uncle – who lives in Annapolis, Maryland and who let us stay with him last April when we were in DC for the Feminist march. I couldn’t wait to really see DC, there were a lot of sites I couldn’t see last April, but he seemed lost or something. We stopped at this kitschy junk shop and an eerie old woman stared at me the whole time.
Later I was dining at a high scale restaurant, it was night out, and our table was set up high on a loft. Celebrities and politicians were all around. I was wearing some terribly expensive outfit, and was quite uncomfortable there. I looked to my left, and down towards the balcony, sitting there was an old friend from high school, Jacob, and two girls I recognized from school but didn’t know. Then Jacob, who was sitting closest to the wall, caught my eye and at first didn’t recognize me- but after he looked again- I was found out, the two girls recognized me and knew my name- “Isn’t that Jen?” I turn my head to the right and covered the side of my face with my left hand; I hoped they wouldn’t come over. It wasn’t that I didn’t like them; I just didn’t want to explain how I ended up in DC. There party got up, and opened the sliding balcony doors and went out on the deck and down the stairs to the right, to a walk by near the waters edge. I was now standing right at the glass door, face all but pressed up to it. I wanted to know where they were going; the light was an orangey red from the left- sun was setting. But I looked out again, and it was night again, and storming, I thought I was looking at the ocean, (which I have never seen), the water was so choppy and violent, the rain was coming in sheets and the wind gusts, each time the lightening went off I saw this wave to the right, where my old friends had run off too, this wave became a wall, I started to panic, I was banging on the glass, that wave was going take out this entire restaurant, where were they, had they got away, were they drown? The party I was with tried to calm me- they thought I had lost my mind. The water subsided, the sky cleared, but my friends were missing, people were now searching the water with poles and nets. The landscaped curving walk way was simply mud. I was upset and sitting at the table, sobbing about having known Jacob since my first day of middle school.
We left the restaurant the next morning and follow the water down in the car, and the river turned into nothing more than a thin aqueduct, covered with plastic and set into the small hill near a city walk trail.
The dream I do believe ended here.
"Venture Brothers' Nanny"
Okay this one is a serious trip; it is based on the show Venture Brothers- (Adult Swim anyone?) I am apparently the nanny of the Venture brothers, and there was some plot by their mother to take over Venture industries. Now realize all you Venture fans- that I am seeing Brock, Dr. Venture and the boys as real people. So this is really really trippy. The setting is the same as the Inn dream with Wayne; only now everything is steel and very science lab chic. No comfy furniture here- that is for sure. I am standing near the staircase picking up something the boys made a mess of, and wondering where the hell they had gotten to now. Then my question is answered, down comes running Dean, looking exhausted from escaping and Hank not far behind in pursuit. I tell them firmly to stop running and to settle down, I immediately get rebuttals from each boy. But I stay firm and give them a better idea of what to do, something more constructive- ( which I have no idea what I told them to do, but whatever it was it caused the rest of this dream.) I had the vague impression that I was wearing stilettos and some really tight ‘hot nanny’ outfit…Hair down and everything. So the boys went off on this adventure I gave them, and it somehow brought in their mother. Tee shirts had been made and everything, and it boiled down to all out warfare between the Ventures and her ‘diabolical’ scheme. At one point well after the boys had won this time- their mother drove up into the alley three stories below and demanded the shirts back. So we three got out the boxes and Hank and I threw them out the window across the small waterway opposite the alley, while good ole Dean took his box and politely dropped it down for ‘mommy’. Hank and I gave him hell for it, but then it seem something else was happening- rows of folding chairs had been set out, and towards the back sat Brock Samson- he was grinning at me, apparently liking either my ass or the way I handled the boys (so he doesn’t have to). Hank went and sat at this picnic table thing in the middle of the rows of chairs, right along the wall. Dr. Venture was talking, for some reason he was teaching a high school cooking class. And we got to taste what the students made. This young girl- the boys’ age sat down next to Dean. She was talking very intelligently and she was quite the outward feminist for her age. She stood up to do something really quick, and Hank stood up and said, “Sit your ass down, s.l.u.t!” I gasped and he knew he was in trouble; the girl eyes welled with tears. I leaned over Dean, who was now comforting her, and grabbed hanks shoulders- he was still standing and I shoved him down past his chair to the floor, and said, “Sit your fucking ass down!” Brock snickered and smiled at me, I felt bad that I had swore in front of my charges and used physical force, but Hank immediately apologized to the girl after wards. I went back and sat down next to Brock, he told me he appreciated everything I was doing for the boys. I felt like doing an impression of Molotov Cocktease, but I didn’t. The two girls who were cooking for Dr.Venture’s class were making brownies; Brock leaned back in his seat and said quietly yet intensely, “ I love brownies.” I held back laughter, the girls came back with unbaked, runny with yellow egg things they called brownies, I could distinguish these lumps of brown sugar and I wanted to gag as I was handed a small white paper plate with the ‘brownie’ on it. I offered some suggestions, like using chocolate and flour, and stirring and baking; but the girls snubbed me muttering that they tried that and it always comes out the same. So I tried to give my to Brock, but he had already eaten so many that he was full…. The dream ended as I looked at the chunky sludge on my plate.
"Ahoy Matey!"
I was on an old fashioned ship; we looked to be on the open ocean, sails full of wind. We were going so fast that my hair was blowing back straight. Then on the only modern convenience aboard a women’s voice told us we were heading for a city too fast and we need to turn or slow down. The old man and I ran about the deck, my hands flew in front of me, tying ropes this way and that, tightening and pulling. I was being yelled at to pull the rigging- get the ship to turn starboard, thing I don’t understand now but I did in the dream, the buoys that told us we were dangerous close to the shipping port. I ran and pulled the rope that control the rudder, it was working just not fast enough- then I watched as the body I had been in jumped over the railing, she swam, rope around her chest and she pulled the boat to safety, right near a dock- I could hear the old man yell “ ‘at a girl!” The girl was pulled out of the water onto the dock, she had tied the rope around her chest numerous times, everyone was clapping and cheering- she shivered violently as they threw a wool blanket over her shoulders. Then the dream faded…
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