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.
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.
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.
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...
You know how dreams usually don't have real endings -- they just stop abruptly, in the middle of something, especially when you wake up? Last night, I had a dream that not only had an actual ending; it was a happy ending.
In this dream, my husband Steve and I were driving through a hilly area, and we stopped at a red light. Two teenage boys came out of nowhere and somehow managed to pull one of the front wheels from our car even with the engine running and us sitting in it. The boys ran away with the wheel, and we gave chase, leaving the car there at the intersection.
Sometimes, art exhibits take place in unusual places. For example, in real life, I once visited a small art show consisting of very small things, which was held in a rented hotel room (with the bed temporarily removed for space). Now, in this dream, an art exhibit was held in a very unusual location - a series of jetways set up in a park. Yep, these things that you walk through to board an airplane. I have no idea how the artist would have gotten a hold of jetways, let alone set them up in a long tunnel snaking throughout the park. (Are there places where you can guy used jetways the way you can guy used airplanes?) To visit the exhibit, you would climb one of the stairways by the supporting pillars up into the jetway and then exit by the same stairs or any other stairways along the way. I have no idea why the artist chose jetways -- maybe the theme of his show was transitions or something alofty like that. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of the dream or what kind of art was featured -- just these jetways, and people going up and down these stairs.
