Walking back home from doing a little banking a few minutes ago, I passed by one of the several construction projects in my neighborhood and realized it’s been awhile since I shared a shot of this with you. So, whipping out the cameraphone, I snapped this photo of the new hotel going up at the corner of Soledad and Houston Streets.
This was one of the most surprising dreams I’ve had recently. And, given the pact that my political views are 180 degrees out of phase from hers, it was surprisingly pleasant.
In my dream…
…I shared a hotel room with Nancy Pelosi. And we proved to be delightfully compatible.
Wanting to get away for the weekend I was inclined to go camping but decided for some unexplained reason to check into a hotel room for a Friday night, Saturday night stay.
Not long after I checked into my room, dropped my duffel bag by the end of my bed, and stretched out to relax, the door opened and Nancy walked in, her suitcases set inside the door.
We looked at each other, both rather similarly amused, and we said at the same time,”Well, this is certainly a surprise!”
In this dream I was about twenty years younger than I am now, and so was she. She was an extremely attractive woman in her early forties.
“I suppose we may as well make the best of this,” she said, as she began taking off her clothes.
Without going into any further details that would take this blog in directions I’m trying to avoid, let me say that things progressed very well.
She and I never talked about politics at all, though we did share a bit of pillow talk. And in both physical and psychological ways we communicated very well and proved to be extremely in synch with each other.
I’m glad this was one of those dreams that had visual, auditory, and tactile clarity. And I wouldn’t mind a repeat performance of it. No, I wouldn’t mind that at all.
It is with a great sense of relief that I note the return of dreaming to my sleep segments. For approximately the past week I’ve been rather under the weather: not terribly sick, not enough to keep me from functioning, but certainly visiting enough unpleasant symptoms on me to restrict my activities. That nastiness appears to have passed, thank God, and things seem to be returning to normal.
During the week of illness my sleeps were nearly devoid of dreams, they were certainly empty of any dreams I can mention here. But now I’m feeling better, generally, and I have dreams to post. Today’s second sleep segment brought me a pair of interesting and unrelated dreams.
In my first dream…
… there was an episode of flooding here in the hotel where I live.
Noticing the unusual sound of running water outside in the hallway, I opened my door and saw a big water stain on the carpet in front of the laundry room. The laundry room, by the way, was situated next door to my apartment just as it is in real life. The stain was growing larger by the second, fed by a mini-waterfall cascading from the slightly elevated floor of the laundry room, which is one step higher than the level of the hallway.
Very curious about this situation, I looked into the laundry room (which, in this dream, was much deeper than in real life) and saw a plumber working feverishly with a big wrench at some pipes in the back of the room. “Looks like we have a bit of a flood here,” I shouted back to the plumber.
He turned to me and yelled back, as he continued to work, “And it’s a cold flood, too! I’m about to freeze! Hopefully I’ll be able to get it stopped pretty soon!”
Looking at the mess I shook my head and… woke briefly.
My Wednesday dream was most entertaining, but since it involved many of my current neighbors I really can’t write much about it. Y’all do remember my policy in that regard, right?
What I can say is that it had three main scenes:
The first found me attending a party out on the back patio. I don’t know what was being celebrated, but the sun was shining, the patio was much larger than in real life, and there was live music being played by bands floating on barges down on the river below us. There were lots of my neighbors in attendance at the party, and we were all having a great time.
The second part was actually more of a segue between the first and third parts. It found me excusing myself from the party on the patio to take out my trash. I had an item to throw out that was too large for the trash chute so I started carrying it down to the dumpster behind the building.
Before I left the hotel I saw our building’s owner standing in a hallway with his face pressed firmly against a door I’ve never noticed. I said “Hi” to him, and he looked back and said “Hi” to me in reply.
Then the door before him just dissolved and he started running down a strange set of stairs.
The dream’s third part found me following him down, down, down into a sub-basement I didn’t even know existed. By the time he reached the bottom of the stairs he was running and I was racing after him.
We entered a huge open room that was painted a pale yellow with one, broad red strip running along the base of all four walls.
“What the Hell is this?” I shouted.
The owner turned back to me and said, “Oh, I’m going to make this into a gymnasium. What do think about that?” And off he ran again.
As I continued to chase him, a soundtrack that had been playing quietly in the background of the dream began building in crescendo. It was Thomas Dolby’s “She Blinded Me With Science.”
I woke then, and that song was in my head like an ear-worm for the longest time.
A simple man sharing his dreams (when appropriate), random thoughts, events of his day, etc.
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