Dream Time
Nearly every night includes one or two vivid dreams and this has been true for the better part of a year, now. There are a few repetitive themes that include large out of town get togethers nearly always involving waiting on line for food. Other variations involve looking for a lost article of clothing. And lately, a rash of dreams involving searching for bathrooms in public venues. Obviously, these are all travel related anxiety dreams.
Another favorite theme is the amalgamation or augmentation of different residences: Grandma and Grandpa's farm, Mommyland, my apartment now, our childhood apartment. And lots of visits to Wesleyan.
Last night's resembles all of the above in some respects even as it presents a few new wrinkles. I can't remember how I got there or why, but, I was in Rhode Island for some reason. It could have been to Brown University which, for a variety of reasons, is closely associated in my mind with Wesleyan.
Again, inexplicably, part of the trip involved sitting in on a taping of a network television late night show. I had a seat in the audience and it was almost like a dinner theater performance because there was a small bistro style table in front of us and we very well could have been having drinks although I have no specific memory of doing so. Now, here's the thing: When I say "we", I mean that I am sitting next to Johnny Carson, the late-night comic who has been dead for at least fifteen years now.
In fact, it was almost impossible to tell whether we are really just part of an audience or whether this is part of the televised performance. Johnny and I don't seem to have any kind of prior relationship, but, nevertheless are incredibly relaxed with each other and playing a little bit of "can you top this?" in our jocularity. I myself am very self-aware of all of this and feeling pretty good about myself - which only relaxes me even more.
At some point, Johnny suggests we get something else to eat. I think he specifically mentions the seafood in the area. I assumed he meant someplace nearby or within driving distance, but, the next scene takes place at a helicopter pad where a woman pilot welcomes us onboard. She takes off before the door to the helicopter was even closed. I can vividly remember holding onto the door as we tool off and flew "someplace in Rhode Island" where buffets full of seafood awaited us.
End of dream.
Another favorite theme is the amalgamation or augmentation of different residences: Grandma and Grandpa's farm, Mommyland, my apartment now, our childhood apartment. And lots of visits to Wesleyan.
Last night's resembles all of the above in some respects even as it presents a few new wrinkles. I can't remember how I got there or why, but, I was in Rhode Island for some reason. It could have been to Brown University which, for a variety of reasons, is closely associated in my mind with Wesleyan.
Again, inexplicably, part of the trip involved sitting in on a taping of a network television late night show. I had a seat in the audience and it was almost like a dinner theater performance because there was a small bistro style table in front of us and we very well could have been having drinks although I have no specific memory of doing so. Now, here's the thing: When I say "we", I mean that I am sitting next to Johnny Carson, the late-night comic who has been dead for at least fifteen years now.
In fact, it was almost impossible to tell whether we are really just part of an audience or whether this is part of the televised performance. Johnny and I don't seem to have any kind of prior relationship, but, nevertheless are incredibly relaxed with each other and playing a little bit of "can you top this?" in our jocularity. I myself am very self-aware of all of this and feeling pretty good about myself - which only relaxes me even more.
At some point, Johnny suggests we get something else to eat. I think he specifically mentions the seafood in the area. I assumed he meant someplace nearby or within driving distance, but, the next scene takes place at a helicopter pad where a woman pilot welcomes us onboard. She takes off before the door to the helicopter was even closed. I can vividly remember holding onto the door as we tool off and flew "someplace in Rhode Island" where buffets full of seafood awaited us.
End of dream.