DREAM: I walk from my house all the way to Great Neck Road, into an upper class neighborhood. There’s an old lady I came to see. I knock on the door. She opens up. “I just stopped by to say hi!” Looking grateful and with a smile she replies, “Well, that’s nice.” It’s understood, according to my dream memory, I caused something bad to happen to her a long time ago. So maybe stopping by to say hi is a way to redeem myself and apologize. Inside she’s lying down on a bed with a laptop in hand. “Well, I think I better be going now.” I shake her hand in an awkward way. We’re just outside her front door. Everything is quiet—taking in the surroundings. Looking up at this wood structure connected to the house. The paint is sea green. There’s a ladder attached to the inside wall that climbs up about 3 or 4 stories high where an attic/storage space is built into the top. Thinking to myself, that’s kind of a strange place to put an attic. I start heading off down the street. James Rebhorn, the actor, stops and talks to me for a minute. He lives close by and has a family and all that. His manner is obnoxiously cheerful. “Hey Betty!” I remember him always calling me ‘Betty’ for some reason. Thinking he calls me that because of Betty Rubble from The Flinstones—she has black hair and so do I. James Rebhorn explains that he left a present of chocolates for me under the Christmas tree at my house. I thank him politely and continue on my way.
Just after 5 p.m. waking up.
Breakfast: Toasted Bagel Plain with Cream Cheese. Orange Juice. Zinc, Vitamin E.
Business and Craigslist.
Stretching. Crunches. Attempting a run around the neighborhood—the cold is fierce inside my lungs.
Lunch: Egg Salad with Tomato. Salt n Vinegar Chips. Honey Green Tea.
Finishing Bruno.
I drive over to Margot’s place. Relaxing on the couch. The Golden Compass is on TV. Animal Planet: Glow worms and Pikachu inspired furballs. Playing Mario Wii as a team—she’s Mario, I’m Luigi. She just washed her hands and they’re cold—teasing me by touching my stomach. Having incredible sex.
Eating some Gingerbread from her kitchen.
Dumpster Dive at Trader Joe’s.
The Finds: Apples, Tangerines, Bread, Grapes, Tomatoes, Brussel Sprout Au Gratin, Chicken-less Cutlets, Salmon, and Tilapia.
Dinner: Pizza with Mushrooms, Peppers, and Onions.
Working on songs at the storage unit.
Chocolate Milk. Grapes.
Valhalla Rising [2009].
Sleep 8:15 a.m.
1 comment:
I think I said this before... such great finds. :) I finally got around to actually reading the whole dream sequence. LOL
For some reason the obnoxiously cheerful person who calls you Betty rather reminds me of my best friend's dad when I was young. He used to call me Gertie. I would come over and he'd say, "Good God, Gertie..." and then somehow fill in the ... with something or other. I never quite knew what to think. Part of me was amused, the other part mortified. I remember he used to go abolone hunting and it was pretty tasty. LOL
Still amazed at your dream details. Hahaha
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