Dreams of Last Night, 2/8 to 2/9/07

Tim and I were at some kind of downtown movie theatre that had many levels. They had all kinds of snack foods there. We were with two other people, one male and one female, but I could not tell you who they were. We found a horse-drawn buggy with three rows of seats that could hold about 15 people, and my companions all knew the driver but I did not. We hopped in with the boys in the front row with him, the other woman and I in the second row. While I knew it was a horse-drawn buggy, I never saw the horses. We clipped along at a fast pace, taking in the sights and sounds of the crowded marketplace, until we came to a "guess your weight" carnival game booth which was being run by another friend of my companions. We all got out of the buggy and disassembled it, and I kept gathering loose nuts, afraid they would be lost and we wouldn't be able to rebuild the buggy. The dream ends there.

My father was still alive, and my mother was taking care of him. She was going to an island somewhere as a vacation, and she was taking me. My sister did not go, she stayed with my father, and my half-brother was supposed to come but he decided not to at the last minute. The only part of this trip that I had in my dream was the preparations. We had to get the boat we'd be using, of course. We tried fishing it out of the water, but my mom became frustrated and picked it up and dumped it in the back of the pickup truck we were using, but when she picked it up it looked like a smaller pickup truck. For some reason Jesse, a former coworker of mine, was in this dream as one of my mother's students, and she took him along with us in order to further his tutelage under her. For reference, Jesse is legally blind. My mother had me run in and grab some sodas and snacks for the drive (we were driving to an island?) and I said my rushed goodbyes to my father, my half-brother and my sister. As I left the house I noticed it was the house I had grown up in.

When I came back out, my mother had put up a sign at the front warning people that nobody else could stay at this house without her express permission, and also warning firemen that there were three people and two cats who lived there. This ties in to real life a bit - my dad lived in my garage after my parents broke up with his girlfriend and their son. I think my mother might have been trying to prevent her from coming over in my dream. At any rate, Jesse had gone one street over to grab some groceries (but I don't know why, there's no grocery store there in my dream, just more houses) so we went to pick him up. Once he was in the car with us, mom talked about how we were going to India. This is where the dream ends.

Character Sketch: Contest Winner

She can finally tell people she's self-employed, and she gets to wander around the house in her bathrobe and slippers all day. Her day begins in front of the computer, browsing the internet for new lucrative opportunities. Then she spends her time watching some TV, hoping a commercial will lead her to success. When she checks the mail, she finds a great cache of goods, tons of envelopes and magazines. The magazines come trickling in all the time; she has more subscriptions than she knows what to do with, and besides, the magazines themselves contain more ways to further herself.

The letters are best of all. Sometimes they contain checks after she's earned some money, sometimes they contain new contests, more sources of income. The ones that tell her she's already won are always tossed, she's not interested in scams. No, she plays with the numbers and goes for the ones she's going to win, even if the prize is not money. She has a teal scooter she's never ridden.

This all started after she got laid off from her prior job as an engineer. She has no husband, no children. Nobody else in her life, not even a cat. She stays inside most of her day, basking in the alien glow of her monitor. She is brilliant but not beautiful. Her eyes are baggy and droopy, her lips long, thin and pursed. She appears to have no chin. Her hair is stringy and always tangled, and she still suffers from acne.

An Introduction of Sorts.

I will be using this blog to keep track of the scraps I write up along the way to writing...something. A novel maybe, or a collection of short stories? I'm not yet sure how exactly the words will take form, but this is where you can read them.