These Dreams...
So I had this dream last night:
I was living in a city, in an apartment.
When you looked out the window it looked
as if you had put Buffalo, NYC and Chicago in a blender.
It was getting to be late evening
and everything was shades of gray and brown.
I turned from the window to see a few of my friends (now faceless)
and told them it was going to be Christmas in a few hours
and that I should really drive home to see my family.
They agreed and we all pulled our things together
and jumped in my Jeep.
When we got in the car we got onto the highway
and the typical things that happen on a long car ride began.
Loud music, loud talking, fighting and of course, the cast
of characters changed. A few new faces were added.
We decided to stop at a rest stop
and when we went to get back in the car
my parents were there, my dad was buckling
himself into the driver's seat
and my mother was shifting to the back.
I told my father that I was driving and took the wheel.
He moved over to the passengers side.
I tried to merge onto a tiny mountainside road
that took you out of the rest stop, but my tires
slipped and we almost went off a cliff.
We proceed on, with caution.
Halfway on this trip, I realized we were not only
going home for Christmas, but we were on a mission.
A mission to, presumably, assassinate someone of high ranking.
The cast of characters changed again and stayed pretty stable
at my friends Becky, David, three girls that I think were girls from my job
and Nick. Everyone, but Dave, was sitting comfortably in the back of the Jeep
which had become larger and now houses seats that were shaped
like a sectional; in a square with one missing side.
At some point I decided that I wanted a cigarette.
I pulled over into a parking lot that was at UB (even though we were now hundreds of miles away
from "Dream" Buffalo) and walked to the bus stop to see if anyone had a cigarette
for me. Two girls were standing there with big gaudy necklaces on
but instead of pendants they had Nicorette Inhalers hanging from the chains.
It was Hilarious. I asked the one girl for a smoke and she gave me something that
looked like a Pixie Stick; all green.
It fell on the ground and when I rose from picking it up
the other girl was wrangling a piece of Nicorette out of
the package. The other girl it my smoke.
I just looked at the two of them quizzically.
"How is the quitting going?" I queried?
"Great!" They said in unison.
So, I chatted for a moment
until I realized that something was going on
near my truck.
I ran to the driver's side only to see some guy
in a baseball cap and baggy shorts
herding three girls into the my car.
I had left the keys in there.
My first thought was to pull him out
and beat his ass, but I realized the door was closing.
So, I jumped into the back of my truck (which had now become
an attached trailer) and slumped down on the floor.
I sulked, feeling frightened and defeated.
Then after awhile I looked out the window and realized
that we were in Puerto Rico.
I was livid.
My anger gave me strength
and I climbed through the nearest window
which just so happened to get me back
into the Jeep.
I saw that my friends were there
and had apparently been helpless.
I was so upset that I just started grabbing
the perpetrators and throwing them out the window as the
Jeep was motoring along.
These people made fantastic sounds as they hit the ground.
Two of the girls had divined that tucking and rolling
when being thrown out of a moving vehicle, is probably the safest way
to stay alive, but the last poor girl was apparently not as blessed as the others.
She just fell with the most macabre thud I have ever heard.
Frightening.
But no matter, I was angry.
I grabbed the guy who was driving ,and had apparently started all this,
and threw him out last, with great fanfare.
I took over the driving and we all felt better.
There was apparently one girl left, but we realized that she had been forced
to go along with the baggy shorted man's ruse and let her join our rag tag team
of revolutionaries.
As we drove Dave and I plotted in the front seat, though I am not
sure as to what was said.
We finally arrived in what looked like LaGuardia
and I wondered to myself, why are we in an airport?
I told Dave that we shouldn't park here because
our car had to be registered to park in the area and our getaway
could be ruined.
He said to just abandon the car and he would buy me a new one.
In an effort to make the Jeep look more innocuous I had, only moments
before, washed it and taken off the bumper stickers, so the suggestion of
abandonment really irked me, but I went along with it.
We were on a mission.
The group of us walked around casing the area.
Outside they seemed to be setting up an area for speeches.
There were seats, subtly colored banners and matching carpets.
We walked up a few marble steps into the building.
Dave and I took the lead
and we entered into an art gallery in progress.
The walls were being erected from graffiti laden
plywood and one man was painting the floor
as if he were Jackson Pollock. The floor was made of one way glass.
Nick came up behind me and put his arm around me.
He simply looked at me and smiled.
I knew and he walked away.
(That feeling has stayed with me all day.)
We finally reached the main ballroom and there
was a sparkling buffet happening.
Suddenly, we were all well dressed and we knew what we had to do.
We were on a mission.
I walked up and down the buffet lines.
My heels clicked against the marble floors
that were buffed to eye sparkling shine.
Nick gave me one last loving look
and Dave gave me the signal.
Just as I was about to fit the tear drop sized
detonators under the tables on the line...
My phone rang.
Goddammit.
It was one of the best, most riveting and realistic dreams
I have had in so long.
I miss my friends.
I miss Buffalo.
I miss...
So, tell me your most exciting/meaningful dream(s).
Thanks for reading.
xoxoxo
~M
I was living in a city, in an apartment.
When you looked out the window it looked
as if you had put Buffalo, NYC and Chicago in a blender.
It was getting to be late evening
and everything was shades of gray and brown.
I turned from the window to see a few of my friends (now faceless)
and told them it was going to be Christmas in a few hours
and that I should really drive home to see my family.
They agreed and we all pulled our things together
and jumped in my Jeep.
When we got in the car we got onto the highway
and the typical things that happen on a long car ride began.
Loud music, loud talking, fighting and of course, the cast
of characters changed. A few new faces were added.
We decided to stop at a rest stop
and when we went to get back in the car
my parents were there, my dad was buckling
himself into the driver's seat
and my mother was shifting to the back.
I told my father that I was driving and took the wheel.
He moved over to the passengers side.
I tried to merge onto a tiny mountainside road
that took you out of the rest stop, but my tires
slipped and we almost went off a cliff.
We proceed on, with caution.
Halfway on this trip, I realized we were not only
going home for Christmas, but we were on a mission.
A mission to, presumably, assassinate someone of high ranking.
The cast of characters changed again and stayed pretty stable
at my friends Becky, David, three girls that I think were girls from my job
and Nick. Everyone, but Dave, was sitting comfortably in the back of the Jeep
which had become larger and now houses seats that were shaped
like a sectional; in a square with one missing side.
At some point I decided that I wanted a cigarette.
I pulled over into a parking lot that was at UB (even though we were now hundreds of miles away
from "Dream" Buffalo) and walked to the bus stop to see if anyone had a cigarette
for me. Two girls were standing there with big gaudy necklaces on
but instead of pendants they had Nicorette Inhalers hanging from the chains.
It was Hilarious. I asked the one girl for a smoke and she gave me something that
looked like a Pixie Stick; all green.
It fell on the ground and when I rose from picking it up
the other girl was wrangling a piece of Nicorette out of
the package. The other girl it my smoke.
I just looked at the two of them quizzically.
"How is the quitting going?" I queried?
"Great!" They said in unison.
So, I chatted for a moment
until I realized that something was going on
near my truck.
I ran to the driver's side only to see some guy
in a baseball cap and baggy shorts
herding three girls into the my car.
I had left the keys in there.
My first thought was to pull him out
and beat his ass, but I realized the door was closing.
So, I jumped into the back of my truck (which had now become
an attached trailer) and slumped down on the floor.
I sulked, feeling frightened and defeated.
Then after awhile I looked out the window and realized
that we were in Puerto Rico.
I was livid.
My anger gave me strength
and I climbed through the nearest window
which just so happened to get me back
into the Jeep.
I saw that my friends were there
and had apparently been helpless.
I was so upset that I just started grabbing
the perpetrators and throwing them out the window as the
Jeep was motoring along.
These people made fantastic sounds as they hit the ground.
Two of the girls had divined that tucking and rolling
when being thrown out of a moving vehicle, is probably the safest way
to stay alive, but the last poor girl was apparently not as blessed as the others.
She just fell with the most macabre thud I have ever heard.
Frightening.
But no matter, I was angry.
I grabbed the guy who was driving ,and had apparently started all this,
and threw him out last, with great fanfare.
I took over the driving and we all felt better.
There was apparently one girl left, but we realized that she had been forced
to go along with the baggy shorted man's ruse and let her join our rag tag team
of revolutionaries.
As we drove Dave and I plotted in the front seat, though I am not
sure as to what was said.
We finally arrived in what looked like LaGuardia
and I wondered to myself, why are we in an airport?
I told Dave that we shouldn't park here because
our car had to be registered to park in the area and our getaway
could be ruined.
He said to just abandon the car and he would buy me a new one.
In an effort to make the Jeep look more innocuous I had, only moments
before, washed it and taken off the bumper stickers, so the suggestion of
abandonment really irked me, but I went along with it.
We were on a mission.
The group of us walked around casing the area.
Outside they seemed to be setting up an area for speeches.
There were seats, subtly colored banners and matching carpets.
We walked up a few marble steps into the building.
Dave and I took the lead
and we entered into an art gallery in progress.
The walls were being erected from graffiti laden
plywood and one man was painting the floor
as if he were Jackson Pollock. The floor was made of one way glass.
Nick came up behind me and put his arm around me.
He simply looked at me and smiled.
I knew and he walked away.
(That feeling has stayed with me all day.)
We finally reached the main ballroom and there
was a sparkling buffet happening.
Suddenly, we were all well dressed and we knew what we had to do.
We were on a mission.
I walked up and down the buffet lines.
My heels clicked against the marble floors
that were buffed to eye sparkling shine.
Nick gave me one last loving look
and Dave gave me the signal.
Just as I was about to fit the tear drop sized
detonators under the tables on the line...
My phone rang.
Goddammit.
It was one of the best, most riveting and realistic dreams
I have had in so long.
I miss my friends.
I miss Buffalo.
I miss...
So, tell me your most exciting/meaningful dream(s).
Thanks for reading.
xoxoxo
~M