Last Night’s Alamo Drafthouse-Related Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was leaving my house so that I could go to work.  As I stepped out the front door, I saw that there was a group of men and women — none of whom I knew — standing in the front yard. They were all wearing ragged clothing and had long, greasy hair and several of them had dirt smeared on their face, as if it had been a while since they had last washed.

“Excuse me, what are you doing here?” I demanded.

The tallest of the men looked at me.  “What’s the problem?”

“This is my yard.  Get out of here before I call the cops.”

“This is our yard,” he replied.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is.”

Suddenly, this giant pit bull jumped out of the crowd and started barking at me.  Since I’m nervous around dogs in both real life and in my dreams, I stumbled back and nearly fell backward before I regained my balance.  The pit bull growled at me and then jumped out into the street and started running.  As we all watch, the pit bull ran down to the end of the block, turned the corner, and disappeared.

“You scared my dog!” the man yelled at me.

“Your dog shouldn’t have been here!”

Suddenly, the man calmed down and said, very evenly,  “The least you can do is help me look for him.”

At this point, the dream abruptly cut to me sitting in the passenger’s side of an SUV that was being driven by the man.  We were driving around, looking for his dog.  The man kept saying that he was going to be in so much trouble if he didn’t find his dog.

“What I don’t get is why your dog was there in the first place,” I said.

The man started to cry.  I watched as tears slid down his dirt-covered face and I started to get really annoyed.  I looked away from him and realized that we were driving by the Alamo Drafthouse.

“Stop here!” I said.

The man stopped the SUV.  “Did you see him?”

“No, I’m going to go ask the people in the theater if they saw him,” I said, as I got out of the SUV.  I added, “I’ll be right back!” as I shut the door.

I ran into the theater and bought tickets for a showing of the Suspiria remake.  “Is this going to be any good?” I asked the woman who sold me the tickets.

She shrugged and said, “You’ve got a coupon for a dollar off a burger.”

I took my ticket and my coupon and entered the theater.  I sat down and waited for the movie to begin.

And that’s when I woke up!



Last Night’s Recurring School Dream

This is a short and simple dream but I’m going to share it because I have it so often.

Last night, after my theatrical dream, I dreamt that I was sitting in my kitchen and I was thinking about high school.  (For some reason, whenever I have this dream, I’m once again a high school student despite being an adult.)  I sat there and I thought about how much fun it was to skip school.  Suddenly, I realized that I had skipped every Tuesday in the school year.  I smiled and felt proud of myself.

Then suddenly, I realized that all of those unexcused absences would show up on my report card!

Just as I started to panic, I woke up.

Last Night’s Theatrical Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I had written two plays.  They were both being performed in my living room.  A large group of friends and family were gathered on the couch and sitting on the floor, watching as actors delivered lines that I had written.  Of course, I had written good roles for myself in both of the plays.

In the dream, the first play was being performed.  I was standing in the back of the living room, waiting to make my entrance.  As I waited, I suddenly realized that I couldn’t remember anything about the second play.  I started to look around the room, searching for a copy of the second play that I could refresh my memory.  Not only could I not find one but I got so upset searching that I forgot my lines for the first play.  No longer sure of when I was supposed to make my entrance, I decided to go ahead and walk up to the front of living room, where the play was being performed.

The two actors who had been delivering their lines looked shocked to see me and immediately stopped speaking.  They stared at me.  I stared at them, with no idea what to say.

“Uhmmm….” I said.

One of actors rolled his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” I snapped, “You wouldn’t have anything to say if it wasn’t for me!”

I glanced over my shoulder back at the audience.  I saw my high school theater teacher sighing and sadly shaking her head.

And then I woke up.

Last Night’s Ant Dream

Last night, I dreamed that my laptop stopped working.  So, I picked it up and looked it over and that’s when I discovered that there were literally millions of ants living inside of it.  Shocked, I dropped the laptop the floor and watched as an army of ants spread out from underneath it.


Last Night’s Vatican Dream

In last night’s dream, my father had been excommunicated so my three sisters and I were at the Vatican, seeking an audiences with the Pope and hoping to convince him to rescind the excommunication.  We were informed that the Pope was out of the country but that the Bishop of Dallas, Edward Burns, just happened to be in Rome so we were ushered into his office.

He told us he was sympathetic but there wasn’t much he could do.  “Also, quite frankly, it would be helpful if your father would make the case for himself.”

As my sisters considered what he said, I announced, “For the record, I’ve seen Song of Bernadette a dozen times and I think that should count for something.”

And that’s when I woke up.


Last Night’s Lost in London Dream

In last night’s dream, my boyfriend and I were at a park in London, watching a bunch of people play cricket.  Since I have no idea how cricket is played, I kept asking random strangers if they could explain the game to me.  However, no one would answer my questions.  Instead, everyone would respond with an annoyed look, as if my lack of knowledge about cricket was the worst thing in the world.

Finally, I said, “Look, I don’t even care about this game!”

Suddenly, I realized that the sun was going down and the park was deserted.  Everyone, even my boyfriend, had disappeared.  I also realized that I had no idea where I was in London, I didn’t have my phone, and I also didn’t have any money on me that I could use to get a taxi.  I decided to start walking, hoping that I would see something familiar or that maybe someone would see that I was lost and give me directions.**  However, there wasn’t anyone around and I soon found myself on a dark street with abandoned warehouses on either side of me.

I noticed that one of the warehouses had a sign on it that read, “Phone inside.”  I stepped inside the warehouse and I discovered that it was actually an old wax museum, a bit like Madame Tussaud’s but with considerably more dust.  I also saw that there was a ladder resting against a wall.  And, at the very top of the ladder, there was a landline resting on a ledge.

I walked over and touched the ladder.  It wobbled.  I start to climb the ladder but, after I had gone up three rungs, it started to wobble again so I jumped off and ended up landing flat on my ass on the floor.  The ladder then tipped over, shattering into several different pieces when it hit the floor.

I stood back up and dusted myself off.  I looked up at the ledge and I saw that the landline was still up there.  I grabbed a few pieces of the ladder and started to throw it at the phone, hoping to knock it down to me.  While I managed to hit the phone, all I really succeeded in doing was pushing it further back on the ledge.

I sighed in frustration and said, “I need a fucking cricket bat.”

And that’s when I woke up.

** (In real life, Jeff and I went to London last March.  One day, I did go for a stroll by myself and I was really impressed by the number of polite men who approached me to ask if I needed directions.)