A dream

Last night I dreamed I was engaged to be married. I don’t know who the man was. Since I’m married in real life and not interested in starting a cult, I’m not sure what this dream is saying to me. But in it, I was walking home from someplace. “Home” was my dad’s house and I was up by the Jack In the Box near his house. A man in a red jeep pulled up and said he’d take me home but he was a terrible driver: speeding, took the wrong way, wouldn’t let me out until we arrived at a totally random parking lot. He let me out.

Then that part of the dream seemed to be over, and I was at the home of a woman I was close to when I was little. She taught me to sew and cook, skills I no longer possess. In the dream we were looking at my wedding dress, which was U.G.L.Y. It was white, with black patterned fabric in panels down the front. It had short sleeves, a square neckline, and a tiered skirt with a tiny ruffle at the bottom hem. But there was something wrong with the ruffle. She and I had the dress spread out on the floor and she was teaching me how to fix the ruffle. It was a complicated procedure that required me to have 4 strands of thread in the needle, and involved making four tiny stitches and then three more stitches, and then pulling on the strings to create the perfect ruffle. I’m pretty sure these instructions would do absolutely nothing in real life but she was adamant that I do it this way. That skirt was huge and it took ages to create this ruffle. After a while I got very tired and was like, OMG NO ONE CARES ABOUT THIS RUFFLE AND I’M GETTING MARRIED IN TWO DAYS!

I have no idea to whom I was engaged.

I had to get someplace, so I was walking along and the dude in the red jeep picked me up. Again the ride was chaotic and very fast, and he took me to another parking lot. It was fully cement, kind of like the parking lot at Walt Disney Hall if there were no painted surfaces and a lot less light. We drove down into the parking lot, around and around, and finally got to the bottom and the end. I got out and he left me there.

Yeah, my dreams are weird.

Trying to not be mean spirited...

I haven’t continued my series on Meghan Markle (Sussex)’s Netflix series, and there are a couple of reasons for this. Allow me to share them with you:

  1. I didn’t want to pile on. She’s getting a lot of grief for using “HRH” somewhere on something, and I don’t really give a shit about that (no pearl clutching from me! Also I have no pearls to clutch!)..

  2. Her show is really bad. See number 1.

  3. I’ve been watching other stuff; namely, I just finished all 900 seasons of “30 Rock." I’ve been catching up on the new season of American Idol, based on a friend’s recommendation. I haven’t watched it in YEARS. Also, Top Chef, Will Trent, Hacks, Last Week Tonight, and of course another rewatch of The West Wing. Other stuff too, I’m just too old to remember, apparently.

  4. Back to the title: I’m trying to not be mean spirited, and to be honest, I guess I knew I would fail.

Anyway. That’s why. Maybe I’ll finish some day… maybe I won’t. Stay tuned. Or don’t, it’s all the same to me.

A sudden, arboreal stop

I had a dream last night, and it was so vivid that I’ve been thinking about the little details all day.

I realize that the fact that I found my own dream “vivid’ doesn’t mean it will hold any interest for anyone else, but there you go.

It was in two parts, probably because I woke up at least once.

The first part, I was in an office building. The office I was in was very posh, which I felt in the dream but which upon reflection was probably a little girl’s idea of a fancy office. There was a lot of gold and marble, and black stuff (couches? Curtains? Who knows).

I don’t know what my role in this dream was, or I can’t remember; maybe I didn’t have one. The primary occupatnt of the office seemed to be a man, my age or older (?), and he was having a meeting with his sister. His sister looked the woman who played Hope in the tv show thirtysomething. She was pissed off because she got called in to the office from someplace - Rome or something. There was a scandal brewing: the brother had had an affair with… someone, and as it turned out, the sister was really the one in charge. Anyway, they had a huge fight and there might have even been a gun.

The second part of my dream, I was in a part of Culver City I’ve never been in and which I’m pretty sure doesn’t exist. A friend of mine used to live over by the movie studios, and there are streets back there that are a mystery to me. Still I don’t think my dream neighborhood is real. If it is, we couldn’t afford it anyway. Culver City is out of our range and always has been.

It was a very cool looking neighborhood, more like a movie set or that area of Disneyland/California Adventure that has the painted scenery. Everything looked quaint and clean, there were little shops. I hate to say this, but maybe it looked a little like Stars Hollow (stupid Gilmore Girls).

I was riding a bike and zooming around, when the chain to the bike fell off. I came to a (sudden arboreal stop? No, but thank you, Aaron Sorkin!) crashing heap on the sidewalk and got up and walked my bike across the street to a very conveniently located bike shop.

I started looking around at the bikes, and told the guy to hold off on fixing it… maybe I wanted a new one. He and I talked about bikes for a while, and then we both ran out of the store - we smelled smoke.

This dream is getting dumber and dumber the more words I try to use to describe it, but I’m in it now, even if it sucks. Smoke was coming out of the windows of the apartment over the bike shop, so we ran up some stairs and into an apartment. There were a couple of kids in the kitchen, and they were so scared they were frozen. The fire wasn’t too big yet but we knew we had to get out. The kids finally woke up to what was happening and we all ran downstairs.

That’s it! Bye!