Dream of a strange vacation
I dreamed I was driving through Boston, but a part I didn’t know.
It started as a bit elevated highway that ran into a rectangular area surrounded by tall buildings then took a looping turn to the left down to ground level and ran along the shore of the ocean with lots of really big buildings between the road and the water.
I was looking for the place where we would be staying.
I kept seeing very large buildings come up over the horizon, but when I got to them they weren’t the one I was after.
I kept saying to myself how the last time I was here none of these buildings had been built and how they seemed larger than they should be.
Eventually I got to the Bed and Breakfast I was seeking and went in.
The place and the woman working there looked less than professional. The whole place looked more like a fraternity house after a party then a B&B. She looked more like one of the Monty Python group dressed up to look like a harried housekeeper than an actual B&B person.
“Just you checking in?” she asked me.
This confused me. Where was my wife? I didn’t know and couldn’t remember why I was there and if she was going to meet me.
“She’s planning on coming later,” I told the woman, but it was more hope than knowledge.
She showed me upstairs to the first room. It had a mattress on the floor and a urinal bolted to the wall beside it. The “door” to the room was a partially transparent curtain.
“No,” I told her. “Not this one.”
“I thought you wanted a room with its own toilet,” she said.
“I have a feeling this is everyone else’s toilet too,” I told her. “I want a different room.”
She showed me the room across the hall. The bed was a piece of plywood raised on 4 posts at the back of the room. Most of the room was full of a work bench with all sorts of electronics, meters, soldering irons and the like. Still no door, only a curtain. But, at least the bed was behind the work bench.
“Not great, but better than the other,” I said. “I’ll conditionally take it until my wife gets here.”
She left, I put my stuff on the “bed” and took out my phone to call my wife.
I couldn’t get the phone to dial my wife.
I looked at it and realized it was the phone I had back in the 90’s that had about 10 minutes of battery and almost never had a signal.
I dug through my bag and found a different phone. It seemed like it was getting a call from a Connecticut number (860 area code)
“It’s probably blue_micha,” I said. “Maybe she knows what’s up with my wife.”
When I tried to answer the call, the phone died. I realized it was my wife’s old phone from 10 years ago that had lost its antenna.
I dug through my bad some more and found a few more phones. I realized it seemed to be all of the phones my wife and I had ever owned.
I tried to find my current one, but couldn’t tell which was my current one amongst all the others.
I woke up and said “Your current phone is an iPhone, dummy.”
I think I know some of what led to this dream.
The other day when calculating my average time at jobs, I saw someone on linked in I worked with almost 20 years ago. He left for another company and tried to get me a job at the new place too. (We both hated the telecom place where we had been.)
One weekend my wife and I were going to join two other couples at a B&B down on Cape Cod for a three day weekend.
So, I used that Friday to go to a job interview without my boss knowing as I had asked for that day off months before.
The interview did not go well. I was told they really only interviewed me because my friend asked me to and they didn’t think I was at all qualified.
I got to the cape about 8 hours after everyone else, missing the only day that weekend it didn’t rain, a trip to the beach and what I’m told was the most fun of the trip.
This dream had that same “I don’t know where I’m going, what I’m looking for, or where my wife will be” and being left out of things feel to it that I had back on that Friday in the summer of 1995.
I’m not as sure about the cellphone thing. I have been thinking of upgrading to an iPhone 5. Maybe this is my brain saying “you’ve got enough phones.”