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Game Night and Chili Dreams
Feb. 1st, 2015 10:37 pmLast night, I went to a friend's house for his semi-regular, monthly game night. It's a potluck. We eat and play card games and video games. It's a great evening and I am happy to go. Last night, dinner was chili, which was tasty. We played some Cards Against Humanity and Fluxx, both of which are really fun and slightly wicked.
However, the chili did not agree with me during the night. I usually know which foods give me that acid reflux issue, but this one caught me off guard. So it was a fitful night and I didn't get a lot of rest. I was going to work out this morning, but begged off as I just had no energy.
Eventually I laid down again and drifted off to sleep again. Then came the strange dreams.
I was at the Weed Laundry, which was a laundry service back in my hometown that operated from 1901 to 1973. I have no idea where the "Weed" name came from. It was just down the road from my house and the abandoned stone building sat there for at least three decades after it closed. It was on the corner of two cross streets and had an odd diagonal shape, the structure being like a 45 degree angle with the point at the cross streets. I always thought the building was cool.
Anyway, in my dream, my family owned this building. My father had passed away and I was inside taking some sort of inventory. In the garage, there was the shell of an old-time truck, the kind with the big fenders and side boards. Richie Sambora of Bon Jovi was there and asked me about buying the truck, offering me $2K for it. I didn't trust him and told him that I needed to check with my siblings as I didn't own it alone.
As I went upstairs, it was as though I was seeing it for the first time. In reality, I vaguely recall going into the building once and remember that it was nothing but an empty shell. In the dream, it had multiple levels with shaky staircases, peeling paint, and slanted floors. It was though all the moisture from the laundry operations had caused the building to become unstable. Adding to the weirdness, each floor was decorated in typical 1970s colors and dressings.
What made this worse that there was all sorts of people, mostly older ladies, in the building. I was trying to corral them out of the building, but they each took their time, like they were sighteseeing what they believed to be their last trip to see it. As I took groups of them down creaking staircases, I noticed dripping water from the ceiling that pooling in sinks on the landings.
I actually would have enjoyed going through more of the dream, but I woke up before I could see what else was going on. I tried to find a photo of the building online, but couldn't, and sadly the building has long since been torn down.
However, the chili did not agree with me during the night. I usually know which foods give me that acid reflux issue, but this one caught me off guard. So it was a fitful night and I didn't get a lot of rest. I was going to work out this morning, but begged off as I just had no energy.
Eventually I laid down again and drifted off to sleep again. Then came the strange dreams.
I was at the Weed Laundry, which was a laundry service back in my hometown that operated from 1901 to 1973. I have no idea where the "Weed" name came from. It was just down the road from my house and the abandoned stone building sat there for at least three decades after it closed. It was on the corner of two cross streets and had an odd diagonal shape, the structure being like a 45 degree angle with the point at the cross streets. I always thought the building was cool.
Anyway, in my dream, my family owned this building. My father had passed away and I was inside taking some sort of inventory. In the garage, there was the shell of an old-time truck, the kind with the big fenders and side boards. Richie Sambora of Bon Jovi was there and asked me about buying the truck, offering me $2K for it. I didn't trust him and told him that I needed to check with my siblings as I didn't own it alone.
As I went upstairs, it was as though I was seeing it for the first time. In reality, I vaguely recall going into the building once and remember that it was nothing but an empty shell. In the dream, it had multiple levels with shaky staircases, peeling paint, and slanted floors. It was though all the moisture from the laundry operations had caused the building to become unstable. Adding to the weirdness, each floor was decorated in typical 1970s colors and dressings.
What made this worse that there was all sorts of people, mostly older ladies, in the building. I was trying to corral them out of the building, but they each took their time, like they were sighteseeing what they believed to be their last trip to see it. As I took groups of them down creaking staircases, I noticed dripping water from the ceiling that pooling in sinks on the landings.
I actually would have enjoyed going through more of the dream, but I woke up before I could see what else was going on. I tried to find a photo of the building online, but couldn't, and sadly the building has long since been torn down.
