Dream Time: It's About Bing!
Maybe I've dreamt about Bing in the past. I don't recall off-hand. I can recall a lot more involving Crosby and in a variety of settings, situations and states of undress. But, for sheer detail and credibility I have to hand it to Bing and last night's visit to bedlam.
This was another dream that tacks an unlikely subject (e.g., Katharine Hepburn) with the neighborhood surrounding Mommyland. In this case it is Bing, totally outside of any reference to St. Mike's. At first, it seems that he and om are next door neighbors and that I am visiting him. While there, he introduces me to a freind of his, a "Mr. Curt Crameron". The spelling is important because ecven in the middle of the dream I felt the need to verify it and the fact that he was not saying "Cameron", but rather a conjunction of the two surnames, Cameron and Cramer.
The only thing I can think of here is that there is an attempt to meld two pop culture figures that occupy different hemispheres of my brain: the actor Kurt Cameron from "Growing Pains" and the host of a stock market speculation show, Jim Cramer. Neither of these people are part of my conscious fan-fiction life, but it is ineresting to note that when I googled him just now, Cameron appears to have transitioned from show-business to televangelism. And, I do admit to a certain amount of day-trading in my spare time.
Were these glancing search-engine encounters enough to have produced a tall, dignified amalgam that stood in as a good freind of Bing's? Maybe. He certainly occupied a good portion of the dream. I wound up bringing the two of them next door to meet Mom.
I remember at some point between his house and Mom's, asking Bing what his plans were for the summer. I clearly was thinking in terms of a beach environment, someplace quiet and casual and out of doors. I kept thinking "Someplace where I don't have to worry about making a mess." I think I actually said, "Beach.", but Bing was noncommittal.
Mom was in the kitchen and once more as it has on previous occasions, the house in Queens looked as if it had been made over by a crew from "This Old House". The kitchen was updated and expanded to stretch across the entire width of the house as had once been proposed by a contractor in Real Life. Mom stood by a stove, not exactly cooking, but sort of presiding over the new room which more and more reminded me of the kitchen in Connecticut, down to the sliding doors that (apparently) lead to a deck of some sort. She is as she appeared through most of my adult life, a proud matron in her fifties or early sixties.
I introduce her to Crameron then realize he has been joined by another friend of Bing's, a much younger man whose name I realize I don't remember. In fact, it's not clear who he is or whether he was in Mom's kitchen even before we got there. I am completed chagrined by the situation and the dream ends on that note.
I should note that the dream had a bathroom sequence though a fairly tame one compared to dreams past. Apparently, I need a place to wash my hands while at Bing's place and find a nearby WC which is wired to automatically turn on the hot water faucet in the sink by some kind of pulley system activated by the opening and closing of the door.
Also, about the young man at the end. I got a good look at his face. He was no one I knew in RL. Not sure how many amalgams could have gone into the making of him: He was white and had brown hair and eyes. He may even have had a bit of a mustache. But, he kept his hair short and business-like in length. There was maybe a little bit of John Cusack in there. I've been thinnkinng of giving "Utopia" another shot.
This was another dream that tacks an unlikely subject (e.g., Katharine Hepburn) with the neighborhood surrounding Mommyland. In this case it is Bing, totally outside of any reference to St. Mike's. At first, it seems that he and om are next door neighbors and that I am visiting him. While there, he introduces me to a freind of his, a "Mr. Curt Crameron". The spelling is important because ecven in the middle of the dream I felt the need to verify it and the fact that he was not saying "Cameron", but rather a conjunction of the two surnames, Cameron and Cramer.
The only thing I can think of here is that there is an attempt to meld two pop culture figures that occupy different hemispheres of my brain: the actor Kurt Cameron from "Growing Pains" and the host of a stock market speculation show, Jim Cramer. Neither of these people are part of my conscious fan-fiction life, but it is ineresting to note that when I googled him just now, Cameron appears to have transitioned from show-business to televangelism. And, I do admit to a certain amount of day-trading in my spare time.
Were these glancing search-engine encounters enough to have produced a tall, dignified amalgam that stood in as a good freind of Bing's? Maybe. He certainly occupied a good portion of the dream. I wound up bringing the two of them next door to meet Mom.
I remember at some point between his house and Mom's, asking Bing what his plans were for the summer. I clearly was thinking in terms of a beach environment, someplace quiet and casual and out of doors. I kept thinking "Someplace where I don't have to worry about making a mess." I think I actually said, "Beach.", but Bing was noncommittal.
Mom was in the kitchen and once more as it has on previous occasions, the house in Queens looked as if it had been made over by a crew from "This Old House". The kitchen was updated and expanded to stretch across the entire width of the house as had once been proposed by a contractor in Real Life. Mom stood by a stove, not exactly cooking, but sort of presiding over the new room which more and more reminded me of the kitchen in Connecticut, down to the sliding doors that (apparently) lead to a deck of some sort. She is as she appeared through most of my adult life, a proud matron in her fifties or early sixties.
I introduce her to Crameron then realize he has been joined by another friend of Bing's, a much younger man whose name I realize I don't remember. In fact, it's not clear who he is or whether he was in Mom's kitchen even before we got there. I am completed chagrined by the situation and the dream ends on that note.
I should note that the dream had a bathroom sequence though a fairly tame one compared to dreams past. Apparently, I need a place to wash my hands while at Bing's place and find a nearby WC which is wired to automatically turn on the hot water faucet in the sink by some kind of pulley system activated by the opening and closing of the door.
Also, about the young man at the end. I got a good look at his face. He was no one I knew in RL. Not sure how many amalgams could have gone into the making of him: He was white and had brown hair and eyes. He may even have had a bit of a mustache. But, he kept his hair short and business-like in length. There was maybe a little bit of John Cusack in there. I've been thinnkinng of giving "Utopia" another shot.