what's up crazy dream
Warnings for really weird shit. Seriously. And I left out some of the worst things.
Driving with my brother through the downtown of a coastal city. We pass two large shopping center type places that I want to show him, even though I only have a few minutes. One of them has mostly cheap, flea-market type stuff, and the other is more expensive. He wants to go to the expensive once, which is smaller and shiny and looks like a submarine, or a UFO. Overt references to the French Market in the way these things are set up inside. At some point we are there also with one of his friends, who orders a cheap beer and then attempts to justify his need for beer at whatever inapproriate time of day it is.
At some point we are outside, near the shopping centers, the three of us and one other woman with her child. She is breastfeeding her kid, and alternately drinking from a cup of breast milk. "This doesn't taste very good, does it?" She asks the kid. The kid seems to have no response to this. The mother explains that it doesn't have enough of something, or has too much of something, but we're led to believe that it tastes off because she is menstruating. She is, in fact, bleeding all over the place, there is a puddle of blood at her feet and she's making bloody footprints on the pavement. No one seems phased by this, except me. I am suddenly concerned that I might be bleeding, too. I try to check my reflection in the shiny submarine shopping center wall, but can't get a good look.
I want to find a restroom. None of these stores have public restrooms, I would have to buy something, but it's all too expensive. I find a directory, tucked away under a staircase, that actually looks kind of like one of those airport monitors. There is a story on one of the screens about the restroom being located somewhere, so I try to head in that direction. I ignore the fact that it looks like the story pertained to another shopping center (one in Delaware, which is not where I am). I search some more and ask a guard and he argues with me about the Delaware thing. I am going for the "I didn't notice that, so won't you just let me use your fucking restroom" thing.
This concern doesn't really get resolved, but it goes away. I am still in a hurry. I have to meet my boss. (Not a real person in life, but he was some kind of superior in the dream.) I do meet him, and he wants to take me somewhere. He's driving a white SUV and I am driving my car, but I am trying to follow him from the front, checking my mirrors for his signals. It's dark by now and traffic is terrible and I lose him, so I pull over and go into a party where I assume I might find him.
The party area is sort of reminiscient of P&L mixed with this old coffee shop I used to go to. Kind of indoors, kind of outdoors, with some more private living room type areas around the perimeter.
I am trying to find my boss, and someone approaches me. He looks a bit like someone I used to date IRL. In the dream I recognize him as someone I really want to speak with, but I am looking for my boss. He takes me by the left hand as I walk by. He's got awesome eyes. He wants to read my palm, and as he takes my hand I am struck by how soft my hands are. Weird. I actually feel like there might be very little for him to read, like everything is still up in the air. I tell him yes, but not right now, because I am looking for someone. "What about now?" he asks, and his hair changes, which I think is a reference to the guy I used to date, sort of... hard to explain. Anyway, I am a bit adamant and move on along my way.
It gets confusing here, moreso because I couldn't write this down as soon as I woke up, so I am forgetting parts. There are at least 4 more distinct characters in this party section: 1) Someone I was hoping to meet up with, and I knew they would be there, who proves to be evasive. I don't have a good visual on him. (Not my boss.) 2) Someone I know from earlier in the day who I think might be an ally of sorts except he's in the kitchen area kind of passed out looking dirty. (Like maybe he had been playing in the mud, or something. The sense is that he's exhausted from whatever happened before.) 3) Someone who is following me who seems really friendly but is way too fucking demanding and cheerful given the weird vibe of this party. He's creeping me out, honestly, and he's like the most "normal" person there. Dark hair, business cas. 4) A woman I meet on the way out, who is in one of the side rooms, occupying the better part of an enormous bed. She's just huge, not drawn on the same scale as people, and her aura is intense and overwhelming and she's trying to pull me into the room and I can't because I have to find my boss and it takes all of me, everything I have, to keep walking by that door, to pull myself out, because that pull is all I can feel, there is no sense inside of it of me or what I want or even who I am, I am simply to be consumed, I am an object, my volition is gone.
But I do pull through it. I keep walking.
I don't ever find the person I was looking for.