It was a wild night.
Tuesday, 19 January 2021 02:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
carose59"Well, Chevrolet Coupe. That's French For The Make Of A Car."*
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First, I dreamed I was at a convention on the West Coast. We had the whole hotel, but it wasn't a big convention; we just had lots of space. And there was very little furniture; we had to sit on the floor most of the time, because there simply wasn't anyplace else to sit. My former friend, Christy, was there, and I was trying to avoid her.
There was a buffet of fancy food, none of which I recognized. By the time I finished looking at it all, a lot of it was gone, and the rest was being wrapped up . . . for reasons that were unclear and kept changing. I took some and wrapped it in napkins, but the napkins were getting wet and they also had secret messages on them, which I had been unaware of. I had to put a lot of the food back.
(I think that part came from a combination of my red cabbage looking kind of odd when it was finished cooking, my friend, Lori, talking about all the food they have on cruises, and the episode of Mad About You I watched right before bed. Jaime was trying to open an aluminum foil swan to get out leftovers.)
I woke up, and when I went back to sleep, I dreamed I was at the laundromat with my parents. They were definitely my parents, Mary and Fred Kiesel, but in the dream, they were just friends of mine. They were also in their fifties. I don't know how old I was.
We didn't have any laundry with us. I think I was supposed to; I think they'd picked me up at the airport when I came home from the other dream.
But instead we were there looking for socks. I don't know if we wanted to buy socks, or if we were hoping to find strays. When we left the laundromat, we started walking. I don't know if we were walking home or what; we didn't seem to be looking for my car, but we found it about a block away. The strip mall that's next to the laundromat had turned into a small wooded area, and my car was there, with the passenger door open.
I was very freaked out about this. I couldn't figure out how this could had happened, and the battery was now dead. My father kept saying that this was no different from when he left the window down all night and didn’t tell me about it. I asked him if he’d done this and he denied it. I was trying to call my auto club, but I’d entered it in my phone under a code and in my stress, I couldn’t remember what the code was.
My mother was looking in the trunk (which the Prius doesn't even have) in case there was a bomb in the car. This did not help my stress level.
I woke up before I could find out.
*Judge James K. Hardy
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First, I dreamed I was at a convention on the West Coast. We had the whole hotel, but it wasn't a big convention; we just had lots of space. And there was very little furniture; we had to sit on the floor most of the time, because there simply wasn't anyplace else to sit. My former friend, Christy, was there, and I was trying to avoid her.
There was a buffet of fancy food, none of which I recognized. By the time I finished looking at it all, a lot of it was gone, and the rest was being wrapped up . . . for reasons that were unclear and kept changing. I took some and wrapped it in napkins, but the napkins were getting wet and they also had secret messages on them, which I had been unaware of. I had to put a lot of the food back.
(I think that part came from a combination of my red cabbage looking kind of odd when it was finished cooking, my friend, Lori, talking about all the food they have on cruises, and the episode of Mad About You I watched right before bed. Jaime was trying to open an aluminum foil swan to get out leftovers.)
I woke up, and when I went back to sleep, I dreamed I was at the laundromat with my parents. They were definitely my parents, Mary and Fred Kiesel, but in the dream, they were just friends of mine. They were also in their fifties. I don't know how old I was.
We didn't have any laundry with us. I think I was supposed to; I think they'd picked me up at the airport when I came home from the other dream.
But instead we were there looking for socks. I don't know if we wanted to buy socks, or if we were hoping to find strays. When we left the laundromat, we started walking. I don't know if we were walking home or what; we didn't seem to be looking for my car, but we found it about a block away. The strip mall that's next to the laundromat had turned into a small wooded area, and my car was there, with the passenger door open.
I was very freaked out about this. I couldn't figure out how this could had happened, and the battery was now dead. My father kept saying that this was no different from when he left the window down all night and didn’t tell me about it. I asked him if he’d done this and he denied it. I was trying to call my auto club, but I’d entered it in my phone under a code and in my stress, I couldn’t remember what the code was.
My mother was looking in the trunk (which the Prius doesn't even have) in case there was a bomb in the car. This did not help my stress level.
I woke up before I could find out.
*Judge James K. Hardy