It's Wacky Dream Time!
So last night I was at the bowling alley. I have bowling alley dreams from time to time. I have no idea. It's completely bizarre. Anyway, you walk into this very large front room with not much in it, and the desk is there where you pay and all, and there are two black guys behind the counter, wearing red polo shirts. I have no idea whether any of that is significant. You have to pay for your game (and there was no place to get shoes, btw), then you walk through this enormous room, up like 3 or 4 steps, into the room with the bowling lanes.
But I wasn't there at first--I was upstairs. And I don't remember what was going on--it's too jumbly.
At some point, I went downstairs and started to go through the room, and one of the counter guys gave me a look, and I said I wasn't going to bowl, i just had to look for somebody. i don't remember what he said, but next, i was in the back room, walking around. i have no clue who i was looking for.
at another point, i was in a stairwell. i think this is what happened before going downstairs. i was with a bunch of people, and we were futzing with the security system. why? again. no. clue. one of them set it off, and there was a countdown, and at the end, the alarm would go off, and it would start shooting at us or blowing up or something. (I think I've been watching waaaayyyyy too much alias lately.) I was getting really nervous and telling the guy to go ahead and turn it off, and he wanted to wait till the last second to disarm it. we were all just standing there, and everybody was okay with this except me. but i don't know how to disarm the thing, so i just stood there too. if i messed with it, i'd blow us all the hell up, so... yeah, just standing there on the step. Oh, it was a spiral staircase made of metal, and the device was in the wall, halfway up (or down, if you're a pessimist?) and we were all standing on various steps. there were about 6 or so of us. and i don't know these people. anyway, i guess he took care of the device... next was me going downstairs to look for someone. or whatever.
later in the dream, I was in my house--it was kind of like my house in Nashville, with the stoop outside. there was a package outside my door, and I opened it, and it looked like a VCR, wrapped in plastic, with styrofoam packing around it. i hadn't been expecting anything... then i remembered, when you disarm the device in the bowling alley, you win one of your own, for your home security system. (yeah, it's totally wack.) so i turned it on, and managed to set it off. it started counting down, but i couldn't disarm it, so i set it on the porch and ran into the bedroom, hoping the bullets would not penetrate the walls and kill me. it started shooting and finally ran out of bullets. i threw it away. my sister called me after that, and i am trying to remember the conversation.
then another part of the dream... or another dream, perhaps... was in my old neighborhood in Savannah, which i often dream about. i lived in a different house, though, and the river was different. and i'd leave my house, get in this go-cart thing, and go down the road a short distance, down a ramp through the grass and marsh grass, into the water, and apparently my go-cart turns into a boat. i SWEAR i did not take any unidentified pills or smoke any funny cigarettes last night. or inject myself with anything for that matter. back to the dream, this is what everyone in the neighborhood did. we all paddled around the corner... or maybe the current carried us... and got out on the grass a little ways downstream. or at least i got out there. my friend was there--and again, no idea who this person is. never seen her before, but in the dream, we're friends. don't. know. she was excited about something she was going to show me. and she blew something up. i think it was a small forest. or maybe a building. i can't remember. but i was pissed at her for blowing the thing up. and i got it my go-cart/boat and went home. or somewhere else. i don't remember because i think that's when i woke up.
no more corn chips and ranch before bed.
But I wasn't there at first--I was upstairs. And I don't remember what was going on--it's too jumbly.
At some point, I went downstairs and started to go through the room, and one of the counter guys gave me a look, and I said I wasn't going to bowl, i just had to look for somebody. i don't remember what he said, but next, i was in the back room, walking around. i have no clue who i was looking for.
at another point, i was in a stairwell. i think this is what happened before going downstairs. i was with a bunch of people, and we were futzing with the security system. why? again. no. clue. one of them set it off, and there was a countdown, and at the end, the alarm would go off, and it would start shooting at us or blowing up or something. (I think I've been watching waaaayyyyy too much alias lately.) I was getting really nervous and telling the guy to go ahead and turn it off, and he wanted to wait till the last second to disarm it. we were all just standing there, and everybody was okay with this except me. but i don't know how to disarm the thing, so i just stood there too. if i messed with it, i'd blow us all the hell up, so... yeah, just standing there on the step. Oh, it was a spiral staircase made of metal, and the device was in the wall, halfway up (or down, if you're a pessimist?) and we were all standing on various steps. there were about 6 or so of us. and i don't know these people. anyway, i guess he took care of the device... next was me going downstairs to look for someone. or whatever.
later in the dream, I was in my house--it was kind of like my house in Nashville, with the stoop outside. there was a package outside my door, and I opened it, and it looked like a VCR, wrapped in plastic, with styrofoam packing around it. i hadn't been expecting anything... then i remembered, when you disarm the device in the bowling alley, you win one of your own, for your home security system. (yeah, it's totally wack.) so i turned it on, and managed to set it off. it started counting down, but i couldn't disarm it, so i set it on the porch and ran into the bedroom, hoping the bullets would not penetrate the walls and kill me. it started shooting and finally ran out of bullets. i threw it away. my sister called me after that, and i am trying to remember the conversation.
then another part of the dream... or another dream, perhaps... was in my old neighborhood in Savannah, which i often dream about. i lived in a different house, though, and the river was different. and i'd leave my house, get in this go-cart thing, and go down the road a short distance, down a ramp through the grass and marsh grass, into the water, and apparently my go-cart turns into a boat. i SWEAR i did not take any unidentified pills or smoke any funny cigarettes last night. or inject myself with anything for that matter. back to the dream, this is what everyone in the neighborhood did. we all paddled around the corner... or maybe the current carried us... and got out on the grass a little ways downstream. or at least i got out there. my friend was there--and again, no idea who this person is. never seen her before, but in the dream, we're friends. don't. know. she was excited about something she was going to show me. and she blew something up. i think it was a small forest. or maybe a building. i can't remember. but i was pissed at her for blowing the thing up. and i got it my go-cart/boat and went home. or somewhere else. i don't remember because i think that's when i woke up.
no more corn chips and ranch before bed.