Last Night’s Colorado Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I rode a Greyhound bus to Colorado so that I could attend an all-day poetry festival that was being held in a log cabin that sat outside of a small town. There were a lot of people at the reading and I quickly got uncomfortable with the large crowd size. As well, the microphones kept going out so I couldn’t actually hear what any of the poets were reading. Eventually, I got frustrated and left the log cabin. As I stepped outside, I discovered it was starting to snow.

In the middle of the night, I walked through the snow and through the small town until I came up to a Greyhound bus station. I sat down on the sidewalk in front of the station and I waited for the bus to arrive. As I sat there, I wondered if I still had my return ticket. I started to search my purse for the ticket and I couldn’t find it.

I did, however, find my phone so I called my sister, Erin. When she answered, I said, “Hey, I’m in Colorado. Can you come get me?”

And that’s when I woke up. Hopefully, she came and got me.

Last Night’s Tree Cutting Dream

Last night, I dream I was watching someone chop down a tree that was sitting outside of a three-story mansion. When the tree fell over, it crashed right into the mansion. My memories of this dream are vague but I knew I had it because I spent the week helping my Dad find a landscaping crew to take care of his front yard.

This Morning’s Con Artist Dream

Last night, I slept without having any dreams.  When I woke up at 6 in the morning, I fed the cat and then curled up on the couch and I dozed off and that’s when I had my dream for the day.

I dreamt that it was raining outside.  There was a man and woman sitting in the living room, talking to me and my sister, Erin.  They wanted us to let them do a mold test on the house.  Both Erin and I knew they were con artists so there was no way we were going to allow them to do a mold test.  I wanted to kick them both out but Erin thought we should at least let them stay until the storm passed.  I woke up before discovering which one of us got our way.

Last Night’s Extremely Weird Family Reunion Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was in Fort Smith for a family reunion.  I went to my grandmother’s old house, expecting to see all of my cousins but, when I stepped through the front door and met everyone in the living room, I quickly realized that I didn’t recognize any of the many people who were waiting for me.  They all knew me and they all kept talking about how they had grown up with me and they all kept calling me “cousin,” but I didn’t recognize a single one of them.

As weird as that was, my main concern was getting a chance to walk around Fort Smith and see all of the big, old houses that I remembered lining the streets of my grandmother’s neighborhood.  However, whenever I started to step out the front door, one of my supposed cousins would grab my arm and start asking me about my life.  How was I doing?  Had I voted?  Had I gotten vaccinated?  Was I still writing?  Since I didn’t feel like I really knew any of these people, I didn’t want to talk to them but I had to keep on smiling politely and answering their questions.  But, no matter how polite I tried to be, everyone seemed to be getting annoyed with me.  Every time I answer a question, they would give me a dirty look.

Finally, I did manage to duck out the front door.  I walked around the neighborhood but I discovered that all of the old houses that I remembered from my childhood visits were gone. They had been replaced by gas stations and factories and liquor stores.  My grandmother’s neighborhood had basically turned into a bombed-out slum.

Feeling depressed, I went back to the house.  While I was walking around the neighborhood, most of my supposed cousins had left.  There was now only two people left in the house.  One was a dark-haired woman who I knew was named Alicia and who I assumed was related to me.  The other was her much older boyfriend, Seth.  (Alicia was in her late 20s while Seth appeared to be in his 50s.)  As opposed to the people who were previously in the house, I knew Alicia.

Alicia, Seth, and I went into the dining room and sat down at my grandmother’s old dining table.  Someone had prepared a lunch of peanut butter sandwiches for us.  However, before I could even start eating, Seth suddenly started arguing with me about corporate tax rates.  I told both Seth and Alicia that I had absolutely no interest in corporate tax rates and that I just wanted to see Ft. Smith for “one last time before they tore it down.”  Seth, however, would not stop badgering me about why he thought corporations needed to be taxed at a higher rate.  Alicia kept nodding.

Finally, I said that I was tired of the conversation.  Seth replied that not everyone had the luxury of choosing which conversations they had to have.  He also started giving me a hard time for being on vacation while so many people couldn’t even afford to leave their homes.  Feeling angry but not wanting to upset Alicia, I stood up and, again, I left the house.

I walked around Ft. Smith, which was no longer the small and pleasant town that I remembered from my youyh.  Instead, it was this weird, dirty, almost Blade Runner-like metropolis, full of flashy neon and decrepit buildings.  As I walked around it started to rain.

Eventually, I ended up in Ft. Smith’s downtown, which was now made up of pawn shops, bail bondsmen, gun shops, and a rather sleazy looking carnival.  I considered going to the carnival but then I saw a huge group of people heading into what appeared to be a hotel.  I decided to follow them and, as I stepped into the hotel lobby, I saw a banner that read, “Welcome National Progressives!”

The lobby was extremely crowded but I still managed to find an empty chair in a corner.  I sat down and then I noticed a newspaper on the floor.  I picked it up and saw that the front page story was about Seth.  Apparently, before going into politics, he had been a suspect in the murder of his wife and children.  Realizing that I needed to let Alicia know about this, I stood up and started to head out of the lobby.

However, just as I reached the lobby doors, Alicia suddenly walked up behind me and hugged me.  She told me that she was sorry that she had taken Seth’s side in the fight.  She told me that she didn’t realize that Seth and I had “been arguing about the census yesterday.”  I showed her the newspaper article about Seth killing his family.

Alicia shrugged.  “People make mistakes.”

And that’s when I woke up.

Context for this dream: My paternal grandmother did live in Ft. Smith when I was growing up and we would visit every summer.  Even though my grandmother is no longer with us, I think about those summers often.  This is not the first time that I’ve dreamed about returning to that house.  In real life, I am close to some of my cousins and it does bother me that, due to the pandemic and travel restrictions, I haven’t really gotten a chance to see them in over a year.  As for Alicia and Seth, I don’t know who they are.  Apparently, I created them for my dream.

Last Night’s Family Dream

Last night, I had a dream that I was 18 years old and sitting at the kitchen table of the house where my mom and I lived when I was in high school.  I was waiting for my mom and dad to come home from seeing the doctor and I was worried.

(In real life, my mom and Dad divorced when I was 13.)

Finally, mom and dad stepped into the kitchen.  They both looked extremely happy, certainly far more happy than I remember either one of them ever looking when they were together in real life.

“What did the doctor say?” I asked.

My mom smiled and said, “He says I’m okay.  It wasn’t anything.”

“It was benign?” I said.

“Yes,” she said, “benign.”

In my dream, I started to cry.

(In real life, my mom passed away when I was 23 years old.)

Then my Dad said, “The doctor thinks I have a brain tumor.”

I looked over at him.  “What?”

My Dad pointed at right eye.  “It’s right up here,” he said.  “That’s what they think.  I don’t think it’s nothing.”

My mom and dad laughed.

And that’s when I woke up, feeling very sad.

Last Night’s Angelina Jolie Dream

Last night, I dreamt that my Dad had gotten remarried and my new stepmom was Angelina Jolie.  I was upset because 1) Angelina borrowed my laptop so she could write a book and then she never returned it, 2) she seemed disinterested whenever I tried to talk to her about my own writing ambitions, and 3) she just didn’t seem to like me much.

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.