Bed, Bath and Beyond Breaking Bad

 Have you ever dreamed about visiting stores that turn out to be unbelievably that the dream ends up being unintentionally hilarious? I had one last night where my friend Tina and I visited a home goods store (not Bed, Bath and Beyond, mind you -- I just couldn't resist making up that title) because I was looking for a new bed blanket.

Dream Tourist with a Pillow

 In many dreams, I usually take an active role, whether it's as myself or a diffferent character. But in some dreams, I'm more like a passive observer, walking through a cityscape or landscape or whatever. A dream tourist in other words. Oddly enough, in some of these dreams, I'm carrying my sleep pillow as I stroll through the dream. (No idea if I'm also wearing my sleep clothes as well.)

Nanny-gate in a McMansion

 Here is one of the strangest dreams I ever had, and it is kind of a subtitle nightmare. Not the usual normal kind of nightmare that has you jerking awake, but the kind that has you feeling uncomfortable and creeped out in a quiet ay.

I play the character of a tween kid in this dream -- not as myself. I and the parents (not my real parents) live in what looks like a two-story McMansion. I haven't seen the exterior of  the house as the whole dream took place inside, but I could see from the windows that the house was surrounded by bare woods with snow on the ground. Apparently, ths evening, the parents were out for a holiday party or something like that, leaving me alone in the house, hanging out in my bedroom.

A Visit to Yet Another Western Tourist Trap

 This isn't one of these crazy dreams I usually post about here, but it was kind of a pleasant dream. I want to record it here so I can rememer it better. Also, it seems that I seem to blog quite a bit about Western-themed dreams like this restaurant featuring singing cowboys on a ceiling track, which is a bit odd, considering i'm not a Western buff at all. No idea why I have these dreams. :-)

Compute at Your Peril

 Here are a couple of strange dreams, more like nightmares, involving computers.

Swamways, a Gang of Nightclub Owners Dressed Like Super-Heroes

 A few weeks ago, I came off a 5-day bender of the anti-inflammatory steriod Prednisone which was prescribed to me to treat a medical condition. Let's say it was like being prescribed a mild version of speed where I zipped around the house despite getting ony 5 or 6 hours of sleep. The night after I finished the drug, I "crashed" in bed and had a really vivid dream about a group of people called Swamways, dressed up in superhero outfits.

Curious Things in my Dreams #1: Radio Purses and Raining Chairs

 I'm going to start this feature where I encounter things in my dreams that are odd or interesting, but not enough substance to make a blog post, such as a curious purse I found a dream and a magic dining chair in another.

Flat Ferris Wheel

 I've posted quite a few dreams here involvng amusement park rides here. In case you're wondering, no, I'm not an amusement park ride designer or anything like that, though I imagine that would be an interesting job. However, my subconsciousness is probably one in its spare time. For example, one recent dream involves a really odd type of ferris wheel that I'm not sure exists in real life.

Lemon Yellow Thrift Shop

 Many of my dreams seem to take place in mountain towns, which is odd as I've never actually lived in one. While it's true that I spent at least 30 years in Colorado, they were in towns outside the mountains, such as Jefferson County, Ft. Collins and Boulder. I don't think these mountain towns inmy dreams actually exist. Some are tourtisty like that Western-themed town with the restaurant that featured rolling siniging cowboys, and some are just regular towns with neighborhoods and shopping center. A recent dream I had takes place in the latter category. A friend and I checked out a new thrift store named "Lemon Tree Thrift Shop." 

A Big-Ass Frozen Food Store in the Basement

 This isn't the most exciting or craziest dream, but it's kinda neat. My mother and I were eating brunch at a greenhouse-like restaurant with glass-tiled walls in some shopping mall. The waitress gave us a basket of tiny muffins filled with chopped apricots that were heavenly (sometimes I can taste things in dreams), buttery and sweet. When the waitress came back and saw us gobbling up the muffins, she told us there is a place where we can buy more of them. She gave us a scrap of paper that reads "E-52" and directed us to the down escalator just outside the restaurant's entrance, and then look for the freezer section marked E-52.

Goldilocks Ferris Wheels

 I've blogged here quite a few times about amusement parks and rides, and I don't know why they feature so much in my dreams. Maybe it's because I used to be an amusement park buff. Also, don't your pulse quicken in excitement when you drive by an amusement park with sloping latticework of a roller coaster, too? Anyway, here's a dream about a weird ride -- actually more like a trio of rides.

Chewed Bras

 In this dream, I was Carrie Bradshaw from that old TV show "Sex and the City". For a writing assignment, I visited a shop named Chewed Bras, expecting to see lingerie mangled by family pets or hte like. But it turned out to be a regular lingerie shop selling brand-new underwear in pristine condition. "Chewed" happened to the last name of the shopkepper. A really bad choice of a name for a store if you ask me. While touring the shop, I spotted a saleswoman demonstrating to a customer how she could take off her bra without removing her street clothes while doint contortist poses at the same time. I guess times are so tough that you gotta do a tough sell. As Carrie, I did other things but not as interesting as this one, such as sitting at a restaurant, eating chocolate cake with that gay male friend also from the show (I don't remember his name) and saying things like, "It's great to have friends like you."

Fancy Hotel Hiding in a House Attic

In a dream the other night, I was visiting relatives at their house, some mid-century two-story house, which wasn't fancy, just a regular, working-class place. I was exploring the second story, walking down the hallway when I spotted a closed door. I opened it to see what was behind it. It turned out to be stairs going upstairs to an attic. I climbed the stairs, expecting to see something like a typical attic filled with puffs of fiberglass insulation and cardboard boxes full of junk.

Paper Towel Flinging Poltergeist

 I had a dream last night about a new condo I had purchased. I was showing off the new place to relatives and friends. We had strolled into the kitchen where I showed off the kitchen appliances which were in an odd shade of yellow-orange. All of a sudden,  a dark-skinned man who looked like the actor who played Tuvok the Vulcan officer on Star Trek Voyager, walked through the closed doors of the fridge like a ghost. He flung rolls of paper towels all over the floor and then disappeared, leaving us confused.

Airport from Hell and the World's Largest Indoor Hotel Pool

 Recently, I had 2 dreams on 2 separate nights that aren't really a part of each other, but they had themes that made them seem like a 2-part dream. The first dream involves being at a strange airport, and the other dream involves flying to some Tiki-like country like Tahiti or even the state of Hawaii and vising what was supposed to be world's biggest indoor hotel swimming pool.

Secret Passageway to a Bookstore

 It seems that there are recurring themes in my dreams about types of places, such as amusement parks, offices, priate homes, airports, shopping malls (I guess that says something about our over-consumptive society) and, ah yes, bookstores. I've always loved bookstores and libraries, so it probably comes as no surprise that I'd be visiting bookstores in my dreams. Here's a recent dream that is kind of neat...