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kybearfuzz) wrote2010-11-07 08:54 am
kybearfuzz) wrote2010-11-07 08:54 am
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Two Dreams, One Night
It was a junk food-o-rama that conjured this one, I suspect. One I really enjoyed in seeing my grandmother again, but the other I found just over the top weird.
The first dream involved me riding in the car with my mom. Where we were headed I don't recall at all, but I remember feeling a bit down as something family-related was going on in a negative way. I remarked how I wished Mother (what we used to call her mom) was still around as she was always a very stabilizing presence.
I pulled down my overhead mirror and saw my grandmother sitting in the backseat. I was stunned, I turned around and she wasn't there, but looked in the mirror again and could see her plainly. I was so excited that I lost my voice. I hoarsely told her how much I missed her and tried desperately to ask her questions. Which ones I don't remember, but it was wonderful to see her again.
Somewhere after that dream, I was launched into the other extreme of dreamland. The part I'd never see my grandmother in.
The second dream revolved around prostitution. There was a part of town where anyone could be a prostitute. There was a business that seemed to allow anyone to part-take, there was a series of trailers and a communal shower where you could get cleaned up afterward. The business was ran by a group of Asian women who spoke heavily broken English.
I'm not sure why I was there. One of my friends from my office was there working. She was carrying a bowl full of small metal charms of various shapes -- skulls, bears, etc. You were to give a charm to each customer and when the bowl was cleared out, you had earned $1000.
A blonde lady dressed as doctor in a white coat and a stethoscope around her neck took a look at my coworker and told her that she didn't have a chance and smacked her bowl so the charms went flying. I came to the defense, pushing the lady down a couple of steps that led to the path to the trailers, telling her she should get the hell out of here before she needed a real doctor. I helped my friend pick up the charms. She told me that she was doing this for her mother, but didn't elaborate.
I took a walk down the path, which lead to a building where the showers were located and also had a party room. The room was full of bearish types, dancing about and watching adult movies. One very burly guy, a daddy bear from Indiana that I chat with occasionally, was laying on a cot with a bandage on his forehead. Apparently, he'd either had a rough trick or got in a tussle with that doctor chick.
At some point of the evening, I fell into a strange blue mud and went into the shower building to clean up. The lights had been turned off and the majority of light was coming in through the windows, so it was very dim. There was a group of bears dancing under one of the multi-shower heads while they were on "mist" and I swear they were carrying flashlights. I was having a heck of a time cleaning the mud off as I couldn't get the shower head to spray heavily enough.
When I nearly got it cleared off, one of the Asian owners came in to clear out the showers as the evening was "over." She started chatting happily with me while I stood there naked under the shower.
... and then.. thankfully... THAT dream ended.
The first dream involved me riding in the car with my mom. Where we were headed I don't recall at all, but I remember feeling a bit down as something family-related was going on in a negative way. I remarked how I wished Mother (what we used to call her mom) was still around as she was always a very stabilizing presence.
I pulled down my overhead mirror and saw my grandmother sitting in the backseat. I was stunned, I turned around and she wasn't there, but looked in the mirror again and could see her plainly. I was so excited that I lost my voice. I hoarsely told her how much I missed her and tried desperately to ask her questions. Which ones I don't remember, but it was wonderful to see her again.
Somewhere after that dream, I was launched into the other extreme of dreamland. The part I'd never see my grandmother in.
The second dream revolved around prostitution. There was a part of town where anyone could be a prostitute. There was a business that seemed to allow anyone to part-take, there was a series of trailers and a communal shower where you could get cleaned up afterward. The business was ran by a group of Asian women who spoke heavily broken English.
I'm not sure why I was there. One of my friends from my office was there working. She was carrying a bowl full of small metal charms of various shapes -- skulls, bears, etc. You were to give a charm to each customer and when the bowl was cleared out, you had earned $1000.
A blonde lady dressed as doctor in a white coat and a stethoscope around her neck took a look at my coworker and told her that she didn't have a chance and smacked her bowl so the charms went flying. I came to the defense, pushing the lady down a couple of steps that led to the path to the trailers, telling her she should get the hell out of here before she needed a real doctor. I helped my friend pick up the charms. She told me that she was doing this for her mother, but didn't elaborate.
I took a walk down the path, which lead to a building where the showers were located and also had a party room. The room was full of bearish types, dancing about and watching adult movies. One very burly guy, a daddy bear from Indiana that I chat with occasionally, was laying on a cot with a bandage on his forehead. Apparently, he'd either had a rough trick or got in a tussle with that doctor chick.
At some point of the evening, I fell into a strange blue mud and went into the shower building to clean up. The lights had been turned off and the majority of light was coming in through the windows, so it was very dim. There was a group of bears dancing under one of the multi-shower heads while they were on "mist" and I swear they were carrying flashlights. I was having a heck of a time cleaning the mud off as I couldn't get the shower head to spray heavily enough.
When I nearly got it cleared off, one of the Asian owners came in to clear out the showers as the evening was "over." She started chatting happily with me while I stood there naked under the shower.
... and then.. thankfully... THAT dream ended.
Those were two fascinating dreams, Mark.
((((HUGS))))
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