So another blog. This one has several purposes. For starters, I want to try out the blogger hosted templates. They offer a few additional options and I want to see if a) they are any good and b) if I may be able to replicate them on my main blog.
I also have alot of dreams. Every night. They fascinate me. Each dream is very vivid and has alot of detail. For instance, last night, I dreamt that I was in St. Edith's parking lot, in the back seat of a car. Naked. I was fooling around with some woman, then for whatever reason she had to go. The parking lot was empty, but people were filing in for xmas mass. It was snowy and gray out. The patrons were all wearing their winter clothes.
I was trying to quickly cover myself up, when two girls came upto the car and started looking in the windows. They started to make fun of me and laugh, calling attention to the church goers what I was doing. I quickly covered myself up with a tee shirt and a newspaper and exited the car insisting the girls were lying. Oddly enough, this demonstrated that I was indeed dressed and the church goers vowed to inform the girls parents that they were causing trouble.
Next, for what ever reason, I was in the church. Stout, Eleanor and White Kitty were all in there. I needed to gather them up and exit before mass began. People were taking their seats and the pastor asked if I wanted to stay. I pointed out I had the menagerie of animals to contend with. He did not object to that, but I still felt I should go.
As I slowly gathered my self and my pets, I saw Mrs. Gage, my neighbor from my youth (and my father's neighbor to this day). She was sitting alone near the front of the church. She did not notice me and that made me both releaved and sad. I was just as content removing my self with as little attention as possible at this point, but also disheartened that she either did not recognize me, or that she chose to ignore me. I had to assume the former, as she has always been a caring individual. But I also wondered where her husband was and feared the worst.
I managed to get to the lobby with all the animals, and oddly, this was a very familiar place. For whatever reason, this is one of the places I often return in my dreams. To this church, the lobby, that parking lot, that block of the city. I walked home in the dream although my memory of that journey is clouded. It seems it was now late and snowy. Walking through the neighborhood in dark of night. Memories from when I had a paper route and the solitude I felt delivering the Observer in the winter.
Next the dream jumped as dreams tend to do. I was in some office building on some mission of destruction. The short of what I can remember is, Tom Chatsworth and myself were there to turn off the cooling system for the server room and take down the buildings computer system. I remember we were walking into the office very casually met by a couple of women who were flirtatiously curious as to who we were and how we arrived on the floor we did (apparently it was a secure floor/building).
Tom, as he is prone to do, becomes more interested in their flirtation rather then their suspicion. I became deeply concerned that his behavior was going to compromise our mission. At the same time, I found the younger of the two women to be remarkable. The scene jumped again, and one of us managed to disable the fans. We needed to leave quickly. For whatever reason, I had my dogs again. Tom was still half distracted by the flirtatious behavior of the women and lagging behind.
At that moment, I decided to ditch him. Let him get caught, serves him right. I took my dogs and found an elevator. It turned out to be a freight elevator. Stout hates elevators, and was really going to hate this one. Being that it was a freight elevator, the friendly maintenance man that just happened to have come up on it offered his assistance. He told me I made a good choice and that it was not only a freight elevator, it was express so it went extra fast. Stout was REALLY not going to like this. As the elevator dropped, I had the sensation of weightlessness. I gave Stout a reassuring pet. He seemed to be taking it in stride.
The door opened and we exited out the back of the building into the parking lot. The office building shared it's lot with a Mexican restaurant. I decided to head there for quick cover. As we headed over, I spied a large German Shepard in the lot. He was unattended and unleashed. I gathered up Stout and Eleanor's leash to better control them, hoping this dog was not aggressive. Just as I did, the dog came over, and turned out to be VERY friendly giving a stern face washing and allowing Stout and Eleanor to 'investigate' him.
I noticed he had a collar with a couple tags. I checked the first tag, a generic looking bronze colored round tag, for a phone number and found none. I announced aloud that I found it strange that such a well behaved well bred dog did not have the owners number on his collar. Just as I went to check the second tag, a heavy square tag that shone of silver, a man approached and huffed that there was INDEED a phone number on the collar, and that it was his dog. I was a little put off, and wanted to explain that I didn't see the other tag, and etc etc etc....
I also was concerned that this man was not really the dog's owner, but the dream disallowed that thread to continue so I went into the restaurant. Inside I sat at a large bar. There were three bottles of tequila left at the end of the bar where I was at, one nearly empty. The bottles were slumped low and had a blue/silver fleck in the heavy glass. I grabbed it and filled a shot glass with nearly all it's remains, leaving only drops in the bottle.
A patron sitting across the bar stared at me with bemusement. I imagined he wondered who I was that I could just grab a bottle off the bar and start pouring myself drinks. Just then I heard people singing a birthday song. Bob was there leading them on. They were singing to me I realized. I started to insist that it was not my birthday. That they were early by two weeks, at least. And that, was really a stretch as I realized it was only March. I decided that nothing good would come from correcting the mistake, and if anything, I might lose any opportunities for free drinks.
The funny thing was, Bob sang some new birthday tune. I can not recall how it goes now, but I was singing it all morning as I readied for work today. The dream then concluded with overhearing some woman exclaim aloud that she was frustrated, and ready to 'move on' if only someone would give her a zip code. "85023!" I shouted from across the bar. She smiled a peaceful smile. Then my alarm sounded.
There are even some details that don't fit anywhere in the story, but lurk in my memory. On the walk home from the church, it was not directly home. Linda then joined me as we walked up Comstock. We noticed that the house 2nd to the end of the block was for sale. Next to Don Portman's house. I commented about how I owned that house along time ago, and we became excited at the prospect that in this down economy, it might be cheap. It was. Somewhere in the neighborhood of $70k. Linda pointed out that, from her memory, the house was in shambles and would not be the home I remembered so we passed.
There are also other fleeting memories of the people we encountered while walking the neighborhood. Random events that reoccurre in my dreams. These are the things I hope to capture. It's almost like having a second life that I live. The memories are as vivid as events that happen in real life, and the experiences feel as real. I would imagine these are stored no differently then actual memories, so I am hoping to exploit them into doubling my experiences as long as I can.
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