I don’t even know what to call this dream!

This dream starts with me going to my friend’s camper.  I call for directions, and I’m on my way, but we end up meeting elsewhere.  Instead of her camper, we end up meeting at this really old, big white house.  It’s more like a mansion than a house.  Sitting at the huge table in the glorious dining room, we are discussing our plans for the day.  Suddenly she points out the houses through the window behind her.

“You see that grey house?” she asks me.  “Well, there’s a man starving in that house.  He’s a veteran waiting on his benefits.  It will be another 2 or 3 weeks before he gets them.  Right now all he has is a bag of potato chips, a loaf of bread, some butter and some kind of fruit.”  I respond, “Well, then, we must go get him some groceries at Hy-Vee.”

As we are preparing to leave,  the french door to the dining area flies open, and my friend stands up.  She’s wearing a yellow dress, and suddenly she looks very very thin.  I said “You look awfully skinny?  Did you lose weight? Are you sick?”  She said “Yeah, I lost about 60 pounds, except for in my left arm.  I can’t lose any weight in my left arm.”  And sure enough, her left arm is not as thin as her right arm.

We go out into the next room, and my ex husband comes out with a medical record for my daughter, demanding to know what the hell kind of medication she was prescribed.  I look at it and say “Hey, asshole, this is migraine medicine.”  To which he responded “Oh.”

Then we are on our way to the grocery store, when suddenly, we are watching something, either on a screen or on a stage.  There is a stream with a crushed empty beer can at the bottom, and a man’s voice coming from it “Son, son, is that you son?”  Off to the right of that can is another empty beer can who responds “Well, who the hell are you?”  The first can voice responds “I am your father.  I left you and your mother 15 years ago.”

It is at that point, that we are left to come up with the story line of why the father beer can voice left the son beer can voice and his mother.

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My Christopher Walken at Work Dream

I’m at work, along with my coworkers, and we are having a potluck.  Suddenly Christopher Walken appears.  It seems we need retrained on how to answer the phone, so the company has hired him to do so.  First of all, we must answer the phone with a strong east coast accent, which we have to practice.  We sound like we are doing a very bad impersonation of Rosie ODonnell.  Once the phones start to ring we must answer like this “Gordy’s used furniture, ya wanna buy a chair or what?”  Once we have mastered that, Christopher turns to me and says “I am your father.”  It’s decided right then we need to celebrate with cake and a motorcycle ride.  I can’t ride in my work clothes, so I grab my jeans.  The bathrooms are full up, the breakroom is full up, so I have to run to the printer room and change, hoping nobody needs to print out any reports.  I then take off on my bike (which has a sidecar) down an alley surrounded by brick walls, with twists and turns that eventually ends up being an underground connection to a mansion.

My Ghosts in a Mansion Dream

I am in a beautiful old mansion with some of my family.  It has beautiful huge rooms.  The rooms that stand out to me the most are a formal setting room, with 3 huge, beautiful windows (the kind that have the built in cushioned benches covered in red), a fireplace, and a lovely ornate chandelier.  The view from the windows is of a hospital.  There is also the room with a grand piano, a formal dining room, a guest bedroom that is split into 2 sections, and another room that is somewhat like a bar/lounge.  It consists of round tables, comfy seating, a bar and a jukebox.  I start out in the setting room, showing the family around, then on to the dining room and the piano room.  Suddenly, someone says they hear a noise coming out of the guest bedroom.

I enter the guest bedroom, which as I said, consists of 2 sections…a “living” area of the bedroom if you will (couch, chair, etc) and then the actual bedroom part is thru a doorway.  I go to the doorway, and hear children.  Funny thing is there are no children in the house at that time.  Suddenly, I hear a little voice…he said his name was Nathan.  He told me he was a spirit and had died in the house many many centuries ago, and wanted me to see him.  He was on the bed, cute as can be…a toe headed blonde boy who looked to be about 5 or 6 years old.  He had friends he said, and they were all nice kids.  But, he said to be careful of the ones in the lounge area.  They were older and sometimes not very nice.

I move into the lounge area room, where I did have the encounter with the older and sometimes not very nice spirits.  (There were about 4 or 5 of them.) Turns out they were not evil spirits, or mean, just ornery.  They liked to play tricks to “scare” people they said.  I informed them I was entertaining folks and we were going to use that room, so to try and be on their best behavior.

Well, the company is enjoying their snacks and drinks, and the ornery spirits are being quiet….but when I went to take a drink of my cocktail, my straw did not work.  I pulled it out and it had been tied in a knot at the bottom.  I heard a little laughing sound….those ornery ones decided to prank me.  “Oh, really funny!”  I said…and the funny thing was, it was funny and I ended up laughing with them.