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Subject: last night's weird compilation dream
Date: Wed, 24 Feb 1999 11:55:45 EST
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(this dream has five different parts that all run together)
Dream: "What I Did In My Dream Last Night" by Nutcracker
1) I had been to Wal-Mart the day before and bought some clothes
for my nieces. For whatever reason, I did not take the clothes home
with me and returned for them the following day. Upon coming back
to get my purchases from the previous day, I found yet more items
of clothing for my nieces (some sweatshirts for $5 each, I bought 3
for each of them). These purchases I had in hand. I then looked for
a clerk to find my purchases from yesterday. One woman (in her
40�s with short brown hair) asked a younger female clerk (Tara
Lipinsky/ice skater) to go and retrieve my other items, which she did.
I could see her standing in the middle of a busy aisle, trying to get a
plastic bag over the hangers, with a great deal of difficulty. As I wait for
her to finish, I continue looking around the store. It seems like it�s
taking forever. I go to the front of the store to the customer service
desk. I ask the clerk what time they close and she replies, �9:30
p.m.� It�s 9:25 p.m. now. I tell her I�m waiting for my purchases
and she sends some guy (Lorenzo Lamas/actor) to help me find them. We
head to the back of the store, where I last saw Tara with my items.
Lorenzo takes me to the back of the store, where only employees are
allowed, then he leaves me there. �I knew you didn�t want to help
me. You just want to leave because it�s closing time.� I wander
back out into the store, only to find it�s still open for business. Now
it�s open until midnight.
2) I leave the store and am now at a restaurant/bar with my friend Gail,
another woman (unknown at this point) and Anthony Geary (Luke/General
Hospital). We�re all at the bar, having a drink. Luke�s had one too many and
is becoming raucous. Us three women are there for a meeting and leave to go
to the dining room,
where we meet with our party. Gail leaves her purse and coat on a chair, next
to Luke. I grab my purse and then look for my denim shirt (which I wear like
a coat). I find it on a chair next to Luke also. I take it and tell him I
think he�s had enough to drink. Then I leave.
3) After the dinner meeting, Gail, Luke, myself and the other woman
(now known as Happy (her nickname), her real name is Liz - tho in
real life it�s an acquaintance of mine) leave and get in the same car.
Happy takes some pictures out of her purse and shows us the new
house she�s just purchased. It�s on an island (Bar Island) in New Jersey.
It used to be a business of some sort. The house is of great expanse;
3-stories, a white clapboard colonial. She invites us all to come and see it.
We go to her house and Happy takes us on a tour, room by room. Not
all of the rooms have been renovated as yet, but a great deal has been
accomplished. The rooms that have been redone, are fabulously restored to
their original elegance (red/gold brocade wallpaper, crystal chandeliers).
We�re
upstairs on the second level. Happy takes us into one of the smaller
rooms, which is still quite large. It�s a bathroom. It�s painted garishly in
a black, purple and white abstract design. I rather quite like it. The walls
are also abstract in shape (odd shaped dormers for windows and skylights).
It�s a kooky little room. I call out to Happy, �Liz,� I say, as I notice her
figure. She had recently had breast
reduction surgery and I feel she�s still larger than she perhaps would have
liked. �How are you feeling?� It�s been a month since her surgery. A friend
had told me she was now a B cup in size, but she looks larger than that to me.
4) After leaving Happy�s house. I find myself (now without the others) on a
road (seems like the Pacific Coast Highway in California) with John
Larroquette
and some of his friends (all rich, snobby types). They�re all dressed up in
black tie attire, drinking champagne while parked on the highway, next to a
hillside. John has pictures from his latest trip and gives them to me
to look at. I take the pictures and climb to the top of the hillside to
view them. He has pictures of the Watergate Hotel. Someone says
he was trying to get pictures of people in their apartments in
compromising positions. There are several pictures where it appears
someone is having a party, but it�s hard to make out any of the
people. I think I�ll write �Lewinsky-gate� on the backs of those
photos (because that�s where Monica Lewinsky lives). I put those
pictures aside and continue looking at the others. The rest of his
photos appear to be of wildflowers and when you hold them up to
look at them, they become real. I start my descent down the hill to
join the others. All of the wildflower pictures are �open� (in real life
mode) and I�m carrying them in my arms. They are stacked so high,
I can barely see where I�m walking. As I near the bottom of the hill,
I think I spot a skunk in the brush and divert myself to the right to
avoid it. It turns out to only be a black and white house cat.
5) Now I�m back in the car with my friend Gail (who�s in the back seat)
and a (female) friend of hers (who is driving). It seems like we�re in
the Arizona desert. I want to tell them about my shopping
experience at Wal-Mart, but think to myself they might think I�m
cheap for shopping there, so I don�t say anything. I don�t know (or
can�t remember) where we�re going, but there�s a place I�d like to
take (show) them instead. It�s a special place - a place where you
can see God. It�s in the opposite direction of where we�re headed.
The clue to getting there is that you have to drive very fast. Not fast
in the sense of time, but fast as in speed. To get there you must
drive very fast until you see this large grayish/purple opaque cube
shape in the middle of the road and then you�ll be in the presence of God
(spiritually, not physically). (2/22/99)
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