Grocery shopping with a werehousefly

One thing I’ve noticed about my recent dreaming patterns is that the dreams have been coming in clusters. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but cluster-blogging is clearly a problem.

It’s been my observation that proper personal blogging, such as that which I hope to do here, is best done on a regular basis. Therefore, I’ve taken up the habit of recording notes about my dreams on paper. A phrase or two is all that’s usually needed to evoke the clear memory of a recent dream. And I’m consulting those notes as I write my dream journal posts. Hopefully this will keep the posts coming at a steady pace of one every other day or so.

This comes from Monday’s sleep. Even though it’s a few days old I remember it well. It deals with another strange grocery shopping trip.

In my dream…

…I’d somehow fallen into a living arrangement with a colony of werehouseflies. Yep, werehouseflies. Like werewolves, these were creatures that could appear as ordinary humans. But at certain times they would transform into big housefly creatures. I was an ordinary human, myself, and I had no idea why I was living with these strange beings, nor why they accepted me so well. But that’s how it was in my dream.

We were living in a large old house I remember well from Bloomington, IN. In architecture it resembled The Adams Family house from the TV series both in its size and general air of spookiness. When I lived in Bloomington, a family lived upstairs in the house and ran an antique business downstairs.

There was a large grocery store located across the street from this spooky old house both in real life and in my dream. That grocery store was the setting in which I found myself during the course of this short dream.

I was shopping at the big grocery store with a teenage girl from the werehousefly house. She was in ordinary human mode, but we were shopping for the house and we knew well what everyone wanted. She was filling our shopping cart with glazed, gooey pastries, but I was though we ought to bring back a more well-balanced, nutritious load of food. So I was loading the cart up with watermelons.

As we were adjusting the load in our cart so that my watermelons weren’t squashing her pastries, the girl was happily laughing her funny, buzzy little laugh. We were having a good time and our appetites were rising.

Before we made it to a checkout lane… I woke up.

Strange Grocery Shopping

Sunday’s second dream featured a very realistic (full colors, sound, tactile senses) grocery shopping excursion with a mysterious woman and her very strange daughter. This dream took place in two different settings: a large grocery store that seemed to be a composite of several that I patronized years ago, and the apartment of the woman and daughter.

In my dream…

I’d just entered the store and was beginning to move through the first aisle of groceries. There were only a few items I wanted, two or three small things, so I opted not to use a grocery cart nor a convenience basket; I figured I could just carry what I intended to pick up in my arms.

“Well, Hi there!” I heard a woman’s voice behind me. “Fancy running into you here!” Turning around I saw a woman who remained unidentified in the dream but was obviously someone with whom I had a very friendly relationship.

And, “Hi, hi, hi! Hee, hee, hee!” piped up the woman’s young daughter, who happened to bear a striking resemblance both in appearance and behavior to Radical Edward, the 13-year-old computer hacker from the Cowboy Bebop anime series.

It only seemed natural that the woman and I should do our shopping together. She and I chatted as we moved through the store and I placed my few items in her cart, planning to remove them and pay for them separately when we reached the checkout lanes. When we’d finished shopping she asked me to collect her daughter who had wandered away from us but whom we could hear laughing in another part of the store.

However, after I started looking for the girl her laughter faded away, and I was unable to find her. When I returned to the front of the store, expecting to find the mother and daughter together, I instead found them gone. And so were their groceries, And so were my groceries!

Scratching my head in momentary confusion, I saw the head cashier motion for me to come over to her. She laughed and explained that the woman had paid for my groceries with hers, and had left word that I should head over to her apartment.

The woman’s apartment provided the dream’s second setting.

When I arrived, she had my items setting on a table waiting for me. She also had a drink ready for me and said, “I hope you’re not in a hurry to leave.”

I stayed, and we got… friendlier. Then I woke up.

Shopping for soy beans

Never in my real, waking life have I shopped for soy beans, but that’s exactly what I did in last night’s dream. And for once, the contents of my dream had a direct relationship with things that were on my mind as I went to sleep.

A friend on Plurk has sometimes refered to snacking on Edamame. Though I’ve never tried it, I’m tempted to do so. And when I went to bed last night I knew that one of my chores for today was going to be grocery shopping.

In my dream…

…I was indeed grocery shopping in a large store with a well-stocked fresh produce department. It didn’t take long at all for me to locate the baby soybeans I was looking for, happily load a couple of handsful into a little bag, and place that into my cart along with the other items I was buying.

This was a very short dream, but a happy one. I like happy dreams.