Blue 5 and Mansion Party Dream
Last night there were several familiar faces in my dream. Anna and Addison were children again. I went back to Blue 5 to work for a few nights. The whole restaurant setup was different. The kitchen area was more open and circular, with a few more islands of workspace. Cynthia, one of the owners, was there. And so was Elvis (not the legend, but the grill and pastry chef). I interacted with him at first, but later in the dream we ignored each other. Jason also showed up at the restaurant, hung out with some students.
Then I went to some mansion for a party. It belonged to a good ol' boy millionaire. He was a loud rascal, and so were many of his companions. His property was so elaborate that he even had a church in the middle of his house, with a sanctuary, foyer, and baby room (you know, a sound proof room with a window to the sanctuary so that mothers who want to hold or nurse their loud babies can still participate in the service). It was actually quite a lovely church, with high rafters in the ceiling, a horse shoe set up, warm colors, and a surprisingly sincere gathering of people. I say surprising because this was, after all, a worship service happening in the midst of a party, attended by belligerent men. This service in particular was actually not a full service, just a musical one.
I don't remember why I was there, but I do remember that it was purposeful. I had to find something or make something, or meet someone...
Oh yes, there was something about a baby who no one wanted. I ended up pretty much adopting this baby. I cried a lot at the plight of the troubled child, the kind of crying that hurts and actually causes tears from my real eyes while sleeping. He looked like an infant but was supposedly a few years old.
Then I went to some mansion for a party. It belonged to a good ol' boy millionaire. He was a loud rascal, and so were many of his companions. His property was so elaborate that he even had a church in the middle of his house, with a sanctuary, foyer, and baby room (you know, a sound proof room with a window to the sanctuary so that mothers who want to hold or nurse their loud babies can still participate in the service). It was actually quite a lovely church, with high rafters in the ceiling, a horse shoe set up, warm colors, and a surprisingly sincere gathering of people. I say surprising because this was, after all, a worship service happening in the midst of a party, attended by belligerent men. This service in particular was actually not a full service, just a musical one.
I don't remember why I was there, but I do remember that it was purposeful. I had to find something or make something, or meet someone...
Oh yes, there was something about a baby who no one wanted. I ended up pretty much adopting this baby. I cried a lot at the plight of the troubled child, the kind of crying that hurts and actually causes tears from my real eyes while sleeping. He looked like an infant but was supposedly a few years old.