This morning when I woke up, I fell back to sleep and dreamt that I began recounting to Claude the dream I had before I woke up the first time:
I was on a high school field trip, but, once again, my friend Liz, whom I'd met in France 6 years later, was with me. It was an all-day trip and had an itinerary starting with something downtown in the Loop. I don't remember what I did for this segment, but when it was over, we were filing back into the buses (there were two of them) and I let this sort of nerdy kid plug his headphones into a dual jack adapter in my iPod (which did not exist in '93). At first, I got onto one bus and decided against it, so started to get off and go to the other one, where I noticed that the nerdy kid was still plugged into my iPod and going into the other bus. So I go into that bus. It turns out that only about 6 people out of the two buses full have decided to go on the rest of the field trip. I was astounded that everyone was so blatantly ditching the rest of the trip and I immediately wanted to get off the bus with my friend Liz, who had now morphed with a girl I dated in 7th grade, Laurie, and go do something else, but since the bus was already moving, I said, "well, I kind of like science, anyway," which was not true in high school. I deplored science and got a D in physics my senior year. Weird how things change. I also said, "you want to go to the new lightening exhibit?" Liz/Laurie said, "maybe."
As I was telling Claude about this dream, the dogs were jumping on the bed. I thought about asking Claude if he would bring me the laptop so I wouldn't leave the bed and forget my dream. The door to the house opened downstairs and I heard the voice of our cleaning lady, Luba, in her familiar Polish timbre, "Helooo." Curiously, the dogs did not go nuts when she got there, like they usually do.
And then I woke up, and realized that I had just dreamt that I woke up and thought about that dream. The dogs were laying beside me in bed. Claude said I had to walk them cuz he was leaving for work.
"Ok," I said.
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Yesterday I dreamt that I was spending the weekend at someone's house. I was younger in this dream, too, but not quite high-school-age. It was a celebration of some sort, perhaps a birthday, but not my own. Whoever's house it was, it was pretty big, so they were rich.
I don't remember much from the beginning of the dream, but toward the middle, it turned out that the house I was staying at turned into a restaurant, and I would be working there. It was fine dining. I used to wait tables in a fine dining environment, so I thought I would be able to handle it.
Very early on, I was flustered, and it was only quickly compounded because both the customers and the other members of the wait staff were very unforgiving with their eyes and their under-the-breath comments. Mostly, I remember going to the wine cellar and not being able to find the right wines. The first table that seated was a table of 6 or 8 and while I looked for the wine our sort of sommolier (wine expert) poured wine for them, for which I was grateful, but would have appreciated him telling me, so I hadn't wasted a bunch of time looking for the wine.
The rest of the evening was a series of small disasters and I honestly don't remember actually dealing with any table, just getting the feeling that everyone was talking about me and feeling completely inept and that everything was escaping my grasp and out of control. It was a slightly familiar feeling from when I actually did wait tables and ended up in the weeds, but it was grossly misproportional.
The night wound down and all the tables were almost gone. One table, where a girl with long straight brown hair dined alone on a plate of crudites, was among the few I remember clearly.
Suddenly, I remembered that this place was actually a house and that the owners, the parents or authority figures, were about to get home. It was suddenly early morning. I was exhausted, but felt like I had to clean up. Like a teenager that had a party while the parents were out of town, except I didn't plan the party and really didn't even know who lived there or why I was there.
I remember cleaning when the doors opened and I vaguely remember someone coming home and seeing the place still in shambles when I woke up.
Brian posted at 7:20 AM.
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