Last Night’s Moving Dream

Finally, a new dream!  I was a little bit worried that I was going to go this entire week without having one worth remembering.

Anyway, bear with me here.  This dream is even more fragmentary than usual.  (Also, because of the nature of the dream, I’ve changed the names of some of the people involved.)

In this dream, I was in Houston.  I was visiting Tracy, a friend who, in real life, I haven’t seen in over six years.  When I arrived at her house, she told me that she had great news.  Another one of our friends, Jaye, would soon be arriving for the weekend!

Tracy then gave me a tour of the house and, to my shock, I discovered that her house looked exactly like my grandmother’s old house in Fort Smith, Arkansas.  I didn’t say anything to Tracy about it, though.  I just accepted that my grandma’s old house (which burned down years ago) was now in Houston and Tracy was living in it.

Tracy led me to the guest room where I would be staying for the weekend.  It turned out that the guest room looked just like my bedroom, right down to having the exact same books and magazines on the nightstand.  Tracy left me alone in the room and, as I looked around, I somehow realized that the guest room was in some sort of parallel dimension.  So, even though my stuff was in this room, I knew it was also back in my bedroom as well.

Suddenly, Tracy reentered the room, crying.  She told me that her mother had just died and that her father had moved in.  As Tracy cried, I saw a depressed-looking middle-aged man shuffling around in the hallway outside my room.  I knew that was Tracy’s Dad.  (In real life, I never met Tracy’s father.)  After Tracy finally left the room, I shut the door and locked it.  I then got in bed and started reading one of my books.

Someone knocked on the door.  I got up, unlocked the door, and opened it.  Tracy, now in a much better mood, came in and announced that Jaye had arrived!

We ran into the living room, where we found Jaye sitting on the couch.  I immediately noticed that Jaye didn’t seem to be particularly excited to see us.  Tracy sat next to Jaye on the couch while I sat down in a nearby chair.  Tracy asked Jaye how she had been.  Jaye shrugged.  I asked Jaye what she was doing now.  “Just stuff,” Jaye replied.

Suddenly, Tracy stood up and said, “I wanted both of you here to tell you that I’m going to be moving.”

“Where?” I asked.

“Ever since mom died, it’s been too difficult trying to take care of Dad.  So, we’re moving tomorrow.  I need your help to get us packed.”

“You’re not going to be able to get all of this stuff packed in a day,” I said.

Suddenly, Jaye spoke up.  “You’ll have to have a sale.”

Suddenly, there were all these people walking around the house, asking how much everything cost.  I got annoyed with all of them so I went back to the guest room, where I was even more annoyed to discover two nerdy-looking guys going through all of my books and magazines.  One guy was particularly happy to discover that I had an old issue of New York Magazine.

“How much for this?” he asked.

“It’s not for sale,” I replied, snatching it away from him.

“You don’t even live in New York,” he said.

“I like to look at the movie listings,” I explained, “It’s none of your business.”

Suddenly, Tracy and I were standing outside of the house, watching as a group of movers loaded several large boxes into the back of a moving van.

“Do you think Dad will like the new house?” Tracy asked me.

“Where’s your father?” I responded.

“He’s doing his show,” Tracy replied, “He’ll meet us there.”

I stepped back inside of the house.  Everything had been removed from the living room, except for a television.  On the TV, Tracy’s father was competing on a game show.  On the show, two teams of five would compete to see who could answer the most questions correctly.  Each team was made up of four children and one adult coach.  Tracy’s father was one of the coaches and he was yelling at his team for getting too many answers incorrect.  The audience was booing him.

Suddenly, I was in the studio, standing backstage.  Tracy’s father was in front of me, crying.  “I just don’t know how to talk to people,” he said.

“Have you been drinking?” I asked.

“30 days sober,” he replied.

And that, unfortunately, is when I woke up.


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