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23 June 2005 @ 06:29 am
what dreams may come, when you sleep too long  
There's this riff in MST3K about bad movies where, for lack of budget, all the action takes place off-camera and all you get are people's reaction shots. "Oh my god, look at THAT!" MST3K: "What, what?! Show *us*!"

So, I had really astonishingly detailed dreams last night, that I'm not going to detail in full. But I'm summarizing for my own mnemonic purposes.

1. I dreamed I was a gangster, like that Mafia guy in Batman Begins. I went to another gangster's house to make a deal--I'll call him Armando. I passed his look-out on the street, who let me through after a check and signalled that I was coming up. I got to Armando's huge apartment. It was Thanksgiving, and he was there with his extended family--wife, many kids, assorted other relatives. I spent a lot of dream time admiring his apartment, which was actually in dire need of renovation and messy. (Kids.) I remember a particular picture on the wall, that I didn't really appreciate but was kind of fascinated with. Armando, being a family man, impressed me. My own wife had died a while back and it was still eating me up inside. We sat around doing the preliminary social ritual before making our arms deal, and it was obligatory but pretty nice. I was being careful not to offend Armando and was putting myself out further than I normally would--as I said to him, "I'm not really a people person."

Midway through the visit, a corrupt government agent, a nemesis of Armando's, barreled in with threats, cowing the family, disrupting their holiday. I shot the guy--in front of the entire family--being all herolike, and was showered with thanks. Armando had previously asked me, as a kind of oblique challenge, to pick up some dessert pies for him, for his family, after the deal was cemented--as a show of goodwill. We'd talked about pies for a while before I reluctantly agreed. Now, having shot the agent, I said, "I won't be picking up those pies now. I think we're even." But it was all good. I stayed for dinner, chatted with Armando's wife, loaded the dishwasher with her, and eventually left, walking out with Armando, who was very pally with me--arm around my shoulders, and so on. We were accompanied by one of his goons, who'd at some point offended me. As we walked, he kept treading on my heels. Armando was going to let me kill the guy, as a friendly gesture. The dream ended with me trying to figure out exactly how I'd do it, and also with me promising Armando that I'd help renovate his apartment if he ever got around to it--for instance by stripping and refinishing his floors.

2. In the other dream, I was a teacher in a classroom. The class was staying there overnight. It was also a holiday in this dream, but there was an equal bomb-shelter element, as if we were holed up during an air raid in World War II. It was night time, and I was keeping the kids quiet at the desks, trying to ensure that they slept. One girl was an insane freak, though. She had ADHD and was a shrill know-it-all. She kept getting up and running around, dominating the others, making them her audience. She grabbed some guy's pet cat in a misguided and clumsy attempt to care for it. At that point I went to find one of the school counselors who could help me control her. One of the other kids, a boy, was the class monitor, responsible for keeping the classroom door locked. I had him let me out, and promise to keep the girl inside. I went down the hallways to find a counselor. The school was weirdly stocked for the duration--lots of candy and snacks intended to keep kids happy, and so on. I got the counselor and brought her back. She quelled the girl. Then I forced her to stay and help. When she tried to leave the room, I told her, "If you leave now, you can NEVER COME BACK." Weirdly, after a few tries, this actually worked on her. We served cake and ice cream, and, as in many of my dreams (see previous mention of dishwasher and renovation) I did a lot of clean-up, swiping up spilled ice cream, tidying misaligned things. There was poster paint in the coffee creamer! My god. The end.

At some point I may also have dreamed about cats.

Okay, that was actually a good bit of detail.
 
 
 
Sandysp23 on June 23rd, 2005 01:54 pm (UTC)
We'd talked about pies for a while before I reluctantly agreed. Now, having shot the agent, I said, "I won't be picking up those pies now. I think we're even."

This made me chuckle because, yes indeed, the murder of a corrupt Federal Agent should most certainly trump picking up pies. :D

I don't think I ever had dreams that detail, though I did have a rather elaborate dream last night myself.

di0nnedi0nne on June 23rd, 2005 02:07 pm (UTC)
I love your gangster dream. Your imagination rocks. Pity about those pies though.
Pouncer: Teddy plottingthepouncer on June 23rd, 2005 03:14 pm (UTC)
I dreamed that I was visiting Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen and they were wild girls. And I had to use hypnotic suggestion to escape their mansion of horror. Also, my puppy goes in today to be neutered, and I dreamed the doctor found that he had Hodgkin's Disease. Can dogs even get that?
Anaxila / Babblesanaxila on June 24th, 2005 01:24 am (UTC)
for instance by stripping and refinishing his floors

This actually made me snort out loud. You give good dreams.
Anna S.: kitteneliade on June 24th, 2005 01:29 am (UTC)
It's my Amy! My Amy in India! *bweeeeeeeeing noise*

*KISS KISS!* So glad you made it safe. :) How are things so far?
Anaxila / Babblesanaxila on June 24th, 2005 01:40 am (UTC)
Hee! Yes, I arrived. Things are awesome. Work is overwhelming, but the city is utterly charming and wonderful. More later, as I'm short on time now. :( *KISS!*
ex_dovil323 on June 24th, 2005 09:52 am (UTC)
Your brain is an amazing thing.