dreams...
Woke up at 1:30, having had a very odd dream...Notes largely illegible, but I remember it well enough.
That somehow, now, I had traveled back in time to help a University Friend, Stephen-not-Stephen, with some politics. There's a rally or something. We go to the University/Banker's Hall (Calgary) - not either of them, someplace else, a dream-hybrid of places, elevators up, rally. Lots of the same looking uniform business-people types in suits. The light is dark, formal, the light holds the same the entire dream. I meet someone - Lucy Lu (??) - I don't remember her from University, but she must of been there, she was, is, the picture of desire. Tall, lithe, elegant, charming. And so we leave the rally, the concierge is telling me how young I look, and I'm playing the game of guess, and throwing out there numbers, 55? 50? 45? No, no, younger, younger....
...and it comes to me that not only have I gone back in time to help Stephen I'm now younger myself, we grab a couple of chicken sandwiches from the tray and someone tries to get us to identify ourselves and we just leave...
This second chance, me and Lucy Lu are hitting it off fine and going forward in life...
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cue forward, we're well dressed, her and I, older now, and we're in some sort of high rise apartment, dark, nighttime, the same lighting as the beginning, only there's an older man, 50's, 60's writing at a desk, he's in black and white formal attire, he's a fine Rolex on his wrist I notice. His face, way too large, a big chin that connects almost directly to his chest, he gets up when he sees us. Just out of his office, a desk lamp, in the room adjacent there are some people dressed in red, yellow, green lycra suits, cleaning up the bed, and the man gets up from the desk, he can see us, and explains...
That we'd been dead for a while, we'd died in our bed, he's our son, we'd had a couple of daughters only they didn't make it, fighting in the family, and now, yes, the clean up crew, they've taken our bodies, and now it's time for us to be moving on....looking at Lucy Lu and I'm so glad to have met her, second chances, she was the one, and will we meet again? Or are we going together...?
This dream, WTF, the same colors - vivid pointy lights, warm lights from the desk lamps, sheltered, dark outside, going back in time to meet someone I never met, to meet her once again and start it all over, strangely poignant, heart wrenching imagery - vivid to life in another world, the whole leaving me a little out of sorts when I woke and with a whole shit-ton of questions...like why "Lucy Lu"? anyways...
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Napping, 2 dreams, odd:
1) That I'm working in a fine bar, I have notice that there will be a couple of important customers. An anniversary. And they show up, her, beautiful, refined, elegant. And him - good looking, long hair, a bit of a "dude", friendly, jocular - still they seem mismatched, and he introduces her as "Smokey", but for some reason it's spelled "Smocey".
I'm trying to get him to decide on a drink, a Gin Collins or preferably an Old Fashioned, but he's indecisive, can't make up his mind...
I go to the back room, sit on my computer while he makes up his mind. And I get an email from him, pleading that I not take his girlfriend/wife away, he's so in love with her, "SmOCEy"...
Fucking peculiar, and I end up googling OCE, wondering why this misspelling in the dream, but can find nothing....
2) That I'm in the thrift shop, not thrift shop, it's supposed to be where I volunteer but it's not. Nobody is there. In the back, a warehouse, more like an antique shop, and on the wall in my area there's a beautiful man's suit jacket, with f-holes printed on the lapels, and I'm thinking how sharp (#) it would look with a printed necktie of violin or cello strings, maybe a finely detailed white shirt with musical notes on it...mother of pearl peg cufflinks...In front of it hangs a mid-sized cello, the two f-holes, the one on the lapel, the other in the cello, I want to buy them, but they're hanging there to be appraised...
And, yes, fucking peculiar again. My subconscious is taking me on a little stray adventure...
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First Dream: That a friend was returning some coats I had given him for dry cleaning (dark skinned, I recognize him - ??? - who?- in the dream as a friend), and I see upon one of my blue suit jackets what appears to be a little white bedbug, and I'm handing them back to him, this won't do, and now do I have to change all my clothes, bedding? And did he dry clean them in the first place and if he did why in the heck are there bedbugs on it?
To this he just shrugs, not his problem, it's no big deal...
Second Dream: That I am in Vietnam with my family, not Vietnam with not-my-family, it's someplace else, a dreamscape, the colors too pastel, the grass the plastic kind you see in Bento boxes, when up from the grass there rises a green viper, it strikes me on the leg, but, surprisingly it doesn't bother me, I examine the wound, bite marks, what looks like plasma running down...
Across the river there's an kindly older Vietnamese lady who's showing me some large old coins, the busts of king or politicians on one side, the rest of the coin is worn away, just the busts, rococo stylized swirls of fabric, and I resolve to take a few of these with me as souvenirs
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