Thursday, December 6, 2012

Bacon party and solarium on the roof

Last night I dreamt that my band had an early afternoon show I was getting ready for, but I had to drive downtown to a barbecue party at the home of some vegetarian friends beforehand.  When I arrived there, I discovered that the party was pig themed and I had to draw a picture of pig to participate.  The other guests were all well-respected artists so their drawings were life-like and beautiful.  Mine was a stick figure sketch that only sort of resembled a pig. 
The food and decor were shocking to me.  It was all bacon!  Bacon plates, bacon centerpieces, bacon everywhere!  And the only food was bacon, pork roasts and giant beef steaks.  Not a vegetable in sight.  I asked my vegetarian friend why all the meat if they don't eat it.  She answered that just because they serve it doesn't mean they'll be eating any of it.
I remembered that I really needed to shower before the show, so I made my excuses and went home to get ready.
When I got home, my house was a mansion.  I found myself in the solarium on the roof of the house. 
As I walked through the solarium, it housed a stadium.  My mother, her mother, and her best friend were sitting in the top of the stadium seats watching a groundskeeper mow the baseball field below them.  I stood beside them as they talked and talked.  My mind was still focused on my needing a shower before the show.
Somehow, I knew it was time for me to be waking up but I had to recite a certain list in a certain order to do so.  The list was numbered 1 through 10.  I can't remember what was on the list, but I systematically recited each number and item or phrase that accompanied it, with my mother and grandmother talking to me all the while.  When I reached the 10th item, I woke up.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Hell's Half Acre

Last night I dreamt that my car stopped while driving along an old highway.  I knew there was a gas station not too far away so I got out and started walking.  I found myself way off the road and walking through the desert lava plain of Hell's Half Acre in Idaho.  I couldn't see the road and was all alone.  I remembered seeing some friends of mine back at the rest stop on the highway, so I started calling loudly for them as I walked, hoping they'd find me.

Finally, I was in the gas station.  At the counter, I purchased a pack of Camel cigarettes and a bottle of beer, then spent some time talking with a tall young man about my adventure.