Dream Time: The Incredible Mrs. Bing
So, I'm sitting here in front of my Chrome, watching vampire movies, being depressed and falling asleep when I suddenly find myself in the home of Bing's mother, I'm presume somewhere in California. In the dream, she lives in a beautiful modern home virtually alone, but occasionally has guests. Whenever she has guests she retreats to her bedroom which is about the size of an efficiency kitchen and the only access to it is through a sliding door that rises up and down like a curtain between herself and he outside world. The door also functions as a television console where guests on one side can watch broadcasts while Mrs. Bing is enclosed on the other side. She can do the same thing from her side of the console.
At one point, Andy Eisner, a former colleague of mine, and I venture into the living room to watch television and Mrs. Bing shouts from the other side, "Who's there?". I'm not sure if she was watching her side of the set or whether she was sleeping. It's not clear. But, the door rises and there she is, in her tiny room sitting in the lotus position on what looks like a yoga mat. End of dream.
At one point, Andy Eisner, a former colleague of mine, and I venture into the living room to watch television and Mrs. Bing shouts from the other side, "Who's there?". I'm not sure if she was watching her side of the set or whether she was sleeping. It's not clear. But, the door rises and there she is, in her tiny room sitting in the lotus position on what looks like a yoga mat. End of dream.