The Statue Dream
Jul. 25th, 2007 01:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kybearfuzzIt's odd for me to wake up in the middle of the night and type this up, but this dream was so freaky and involved me specifically, I had to give it a go.
I was off to do work in some small town, two quick visits to small businesses and then head back to the office. Strangely, I was not riding in the office car, but on a bicycle, my large suitcase somehow stumbling on the back. I was in shorts and a tee-shirt, which should have been my first clue this was a dream as I'd never get away with this at work (unlike![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ericdabear per our online conversation earlier last night, lucky guy!), and if was it was a day trip, why bring a suitcase.
On the way I stopped off at this comic book shop, parked the bike, and went inside with my suitcase in tow. The exterior of the comic book shop looked like one of those modern designed rest stops, like those built into the sides of a hill. The comic book shop had this large storage area shaped like something out of an new wave sculpture. It was all wood, smooth and lacquered, with drawers embedded inside the walls between the curves of the sculpture. I had to climb up in it and walk from level to level to look for comic books in it. I sat my suitcase down along with my iPod and went looking for comics. After finding a few select back issues, I came down to find a guy moving my bags and when I saw him grab my iPod and run out of the room, I chased after him. The guy turned out to be the comedian who plays "The Naked Trucker" on that new Comedy Central show.
I asked him where the heck my iPod was and realized I'd caught him in a computer room with a dozen or so computers. I told him if he didn't produce my iPod right that second, I was going to start trashing the place looking for it. He handed me an iPod, but it wasn't mine, it was a newer model with someone else's music. I handed it back, again demanding my own. He kept looking for it amongst the computers, playing with me. He handed me another one, this one black while mine is white.. and another one.. this one was newer with a color screen while my old one is black and white. He said he sure would like to download my songs. I told if that's all he wanted he should have just asked. I was getting antsy as I was running late for work and I knew my boss would be furious if I didn't make it back to the office at the end of the day.
I told him that if I didn't have my iPod I was calling the police and reporting him for theft. I went to get my suitcase and when I returned, he had fallen asleep on a bed near a large office. Getting even madder, I walked in and heard his cell phone ringing. Thinking what was good for him was good for me. I turned it off and shoved it in my pocket. I jarred him awake, pulling his stringy blond hair and telling him that he'll get his cell back when my iPod reappeared.
A lady asked me who I was and when I told her, she said I had a phone call. So I went into someone's lavish office and took the call from Danny DeVito who apparently worked with me. His voice sounded strange, like it was made up. I heard a noise behind me and it was a half-naked muscular guy, good looking with dark hair, with a pallet jack. He had the prongs of it pointed my way. I gave him my "WTF" look and he rolled his eyes and looked annoyed with me. I finally told Danny that I had to go apparently and I'd see him soon. The voice on the phone kept saying good-bye, but would never say anything like "see you later" or any other promise regarding the future.
So I looked at the dark-haired Adonis and asked what he wanted. He just pointed into the next room. I walked toward the double doors and followed me with the pallet jack. Inside was the Trucker, hanging up on a cell phone call, and standing in what appeared to be a forming display exhibit. There was sculpting clay everywhere and a cabinet to the side. In the center was a stage with five chairs arranged in a circle, four of them were empty while the fifth was occupied by the life-sized statue of a old woman who was reclining back, a goofy smile on her face.
The Trucker handed me a ceramic mask mold. My apprehension was rising as I asked what I was to do with this mask. He smiled wickedly and turned his head, his look directing me back to the ring of nearly empty chairs... and I woke up....
I was off to do work in some small town, two quick visits to small businesses and then head back to the office. Strangely, I was not riding in the office car, but on a bicycle, my large suitcase somehow stumbling on the back. I was in shorts and a tee-shirt, which should have been my first clue this was a dream as I'd never get away with this at work (unlike
ericdabear per our online conversation earlier last night, lucky guy!), and if was it was a day trip, why bring a suitcase.On the way I stopped off at this comic book shop, parked the bike, and went inside with my suitcase in tow. The exterior of the comic book shop looked like one of those modern designed rest stops, like those built into the sides of a hill. The comic book shop had this large storage area shaped like something out of an new wave sculpture. It was all wood, smooth and lacquered, with drawers embedded inside the walls between the curves of the sculpture. I had to climb up in it and walk from level to level to look for comic books in it. I sat my suitcase down along with my iPod and went looking for comics. After finding a few select back issues, I came down to find a guy moving my bags and when I saw him grab my iPod and run out of the room, I chased after him. The guy turned out to be the comedian who plays "The Naked Trucker" on that new Comedy Central show.
I asked him where the heck my iPod was and realized I'd caught him in a computer room with a dozen or so computers. I told him if he didn't produce my iPod right that second, I was going to start trashing the place looking for it. He handed me an iPod, but it wasn't mine, it was a newer model with someone else's music. I handed it back, again demanding my own. He kept looking for it amongst the computers, playing with me. He handed me another one, this one black while mine is white.. and another one.. this one was newer with a color screen while my old one is black and white. He said he sure would like to download my songs. I told if that's all he wanted he should have just asked. I was getting antsy as I was running late for work and I knew my boss would be furious if I didn't make it back to the office at the end of the day.
I told him that if I didn't have my iPod I was calling the police and reporting him for theft. I went to get my suitcase and when I returned, he had fallen asleep on a bed near a large office. Getting even madder, I walked in and heard his cell phone ringing. Thinking what was good for him was good for me. I turned it off and shoved it in my pocket. I jarred him awake, pulling his stringy blond hair and telling him that he'll get his cell back when my iPod reappeared.
A lady asked me who I was and when I told her, she said I had a phone call. So I went into someone's lavish office and took the call from Danny DeVito who apparently worked with me. His voice sounded strange, like it was made up. I heard a noise behind me and it was a half-naked muscular guy, good looking with dark hair, with a pallet jack. He had the prongs of it pointed my way. I gave him my "WTF" look and he rolled his eyes and looked annoyed with me. I finally told Danny that I had to go apparently and I'd see him soon. The voice on the phone kept saying good-bye, but would never say anything like "see you later" or any other promise regarding the future.
So I looked at the dark-haired Adonis and asked what he wanted. He just pointed into the next room. I walked toward the double doors and followed me with the pallet jack. Inside was the Trucker, hanging up on a cell phone call, and standing in what appeared to be a forming display exhibit. There was sculpting clay everywhere and a cabinet to the side. In the center was a stage with five chairs arranged in a circle, four of them were empty while the fifth was occupied by the life-sized statue of a old woman who was reclining back, a goofy smile on her face.
The Trucker handed me a ceramic mask mold. My apprehension was rising as I asked what I was to do with this mask. He smiled wickedly and turned his head, his look directing me back to the ring of nearly empty chairs... and I woke up....
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Date: 2007-07-26 12:19 am (UTC)And I'd love to have you tuck me in :)