In real life
I've been pretty much drunk for three days. Not a surprise. What did surprise me personally was that I dreamt. Usually a bender like this blocks out everything. Emotions, dreams, rational thought, all of it. But I had a dream all the same.
A while ago I had a white Buick (a car). It crapped out on me one day and I forgot what happened to it in the dream. So I went hunting for it. Found the light rail stop nearest to where I recall the car dying and went walkabout. I was moving when the car died and ended up losing a lot of personal belongings. So one sunny day I set out in search of whatever the hell happened to my old car.
Dunno if you're like me, but I find I've got oddball keys on my keyring and I can't remember what all of them are supposed to open.
So I get to the light rail stop, finally remember the last known location of the car, and see an apartment nearby. I figure "Fuck it. Someone noticed a dead car and jacked the contents." I tried a mystery key of mine on the door. The door opens. I go inside and use the toilet. The toilet and bathroom sink are right there in front of the door. Some construction worker forgot to put walls around the bathroom. But it's a dream and I know it, so I go for #1.
I walk around and it's as alien as it is familiar. Like I kinda lived here, or was supposed to live here, but someone else did it for me. I see a stereo I used to own. Bedsheets I might have bought. It's cluttered but comfy in here. There's a computer in the main room. An old lockbox of mine has been used to increase the height of the monitor. The lockbox is wooden, mildly accentuated with patterns, built in the 70's. I think "I have a key for this." So I use it.
Inside are bits of my own past. Notepads and a few semiprecious stones and that little juju bag. I thought I'd already found that juju bag, all red leather and something magical inside, so I'm surprised to see it here. I collect what I want/need and go to the bedroom. Then there's scratching at the door. A cat pawing for it's pack leader. Someone is almost home.
I got to door and was surprisingly rational. I acted about how I would have in real life. A big lady came inside covered in warm clothes for the winter morning. I said "Hey... bet you're wondering why I'm here? Well, do you remember an old Buick that was left out on the street? No one ever came to pick it up? That's why I'm here. It was mine." She silently nods, not at all confused, like she knew someone would be back to reclaim what she'd taken from the car. So she lets me search through old belongings.
Through the open door I see the cat has since jumped up onto a nearby snowed-on bush. I say something like "Well! What are YOU up to?" to the cat. Hanging out, literally. It's dark outside now. He looked brave but unsure there in the dark.
I take the chance to visit the second lockbox I saw in the bedroom. Bigger than the first. There's a bunch of shelf parts in it. Useless since I don't have the furniture they belong to anymore. But there's other stuff in there. Home-made MTG cards. At least six decks of them. And hair. Mine. Back when it was long and blonde. I kept it after the hair technician cut it off like I asked. Some of it was re-purposed for magical needs. This was some of the hair I forgot to use. Hair is very useful for magic. I took that too. I felt more complete when I felt the airy softness of it.
The dream got hazy after that because I woke up. I think I talked to Ms. Big once more. I think I thanked her. Getting to reclaim the things you've forgotten with a dream, that's a treat.
A while ago I had a white Buick (a car). It crapped out on me one day and I forgot what happened to it in the dream. So I went hunting for it. Found the light rail stop nearest to where I recall the car dying and went walkabout. I was moving when the car died and ended up losing a lot of personal belongings. So one sunny day I set out in search of whatever the hell happened to my old car.
Dunno if you're like me, but I find I've got oddball keys on my keyring and I can't remember what all of them are supposed to open.
So I get to the light rail stop, finally remember the last known location of the car, and see an apartment nearby. I figure "Fuck it. Someone noticed a dead car and jacked the contents." I tried a mystery key of mine on the door. The door opens. I go inside and use the toilet. The toilet and bathroom sink are right there in front of the door. Some construction worker forgot to put walls around the bathroom. But it's a dream and I know it, so I go for #1.
I walk around and it's as alien as it is familiar. Like I kinda lived here, or was supposed to live here, but someone else did it for me. I see a stereo I used to own. Bedsheets I might have bought. It's cluttered but comfy in here. There's a computer in the main room. An old lockbox of mine has been used to increase the height of the monitor. The lockbox is wooden, mildly accentuated with patterns, built in the 70's. I think "I have a key for this." So I use it.
Inside are bits of my own past. Notepads and a few semiprecious stones and that little juju bag. I thought I'd already found that juju bag, all red leather and something magical inside, so I'm surprised to see it here. I collect what I want/need and go to the bedroom. Then there's scratching at the door. A cat pawing for it's pack leader. Someone is almost home.
I got to door and was surprisingly rational. I acted about how I would have in real life. A big lady came inside covered in warm clothes for the winter morning. I said "Hey... bet you're wondering why I'm here? Well, do you remember an old Buick that was left out on the street? No one ever came to pick it up? That's why I'm here. It was mine." She silently nods, not at all confused, like she knew someone would be back to reclaim what she'd taken from the car. So she lets me search through old belongings.
Through the open door I see the cat has since jumped up onto a nearby snowed-on bush. I say something like "Well! What are YOU up to?" to the cat. Hanging out, literally. It's dark outside now. He looked brave but unsure there in the dark.
I take the chance to visit the second lockbox I saw in the bedroom. Bigger than the first. There's a bunch of shelf parts in it. Useless since I don't have the furniture they belong to anymore. But there's other stuff in there. Home-made MTG cards. At least six decks of them. And hair. Mine. Back when it was long and blonde. I kept it after the hair technician cut it off like I asked. Some of it was re-purposed for magical needs. This was some of the hair I forgot to use. Hair is very useful for magic. I took that too. I felt more complete when I felt the airy softness of it.
The dream got hazy after that because I woke up. I think I talked to Ms. Big once more. I think I thanked her. Getting to reclaim the things you've forgotten with a dream, that's a treat.