D R E A M S

I was watching these girls at a party playing this sort of game that looked almost like a ritual. It involved a large glass hexagonal glass chamber with steel framework. Inside the chamber about 5 or 6 feet from the ground were little circular rings about 1 and a half inches in diameter projected out slightly like little sconces. The girls (there were six of them, around late teens or early twenties; they reminded me of girls from Beverly Hills 90210 or Charmed) began the game/ritual by filling the chamber with red wine up to about the same level as the sconce thingies. I don't know exactly how it filled with red wine, but it did. Next the girls began trying to lob little test tubes over the lip of the chamber, which was open and tapered at the top (it wasn't sealed). Despite being filled with wine, if they missed (amazingly only two of them missed) the test tubes cracked on the floor anyway. The next portion of the game/ritual, the girls lobbed hard boiled eggs - already peeled - over the lip with spoons that were in their mouths. Again, if they missed, the eggs would shatter. This time it was even weirder because I would watch the eggs, which were peeled, hit the water, fall through the red murk of the wine lazily, and ever-so-gently touch the ground and crack apart and shatter, as though hollow. All that happened sort of both as a simultaneous act and as a protracted series of events, as though I were seeing the future in an instant - like I could just sense the whole sequence of events.

Later, the girls drain the chamber and I think it's a real waste of wine. I, for some reason, decide to go inside the chamber, and suddenly realized I am naked. I am not upset or anything, it's more like a casual observation. I realize that there's broken glass on the floor of the chamber (I think I got inside through a swinging door, if you're wondering) and say, "Oh, I probably shouldn't be in here."

Later still, I go upstairs (this all must have taken place in a basement of someone's home) and go to let the dogs out. Two of them are mine, Lucky and Racecar, and there is a third dog, whose name I do not know, but is a brown standard poodle. I open the door and there is no gate. I trust my dogs, but realized that I don't really know this other dog so I panic a little and chase it. I catch it and hold it down to the ground out in the front yard.

That's all I remember from my dream this morning.

Brian posted at 7:52 AM.