According to my hastily scrawled notes, I had a dream where I was at an archeological dig in Egypt. Apparently, a tomb had been discovered and everyone was waiting for a chance to go inside. My notes don’t mention whether the tomb was cursed or not.
I was sitting in the passenger’s side of the car. The driver was this hunched over man with white hair. He was wearing a white lab coat and I think he had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. In the dream, I knew who he was, even though he looked like no one who I know in real life.
We were driving at night. At one point, we were driving over a bridge. A lake was below us. The driver said, “We have to keep going and going and going and going!”
Last night, I dreamt that I was relaxing poolside at a luxury hotel. It was a bright, sunny day. I was wearing a bikini and a sun hat, both of which were black. I had a book sitting beside me but I can’t remember what it was. Several of my friends were also there, swimming and relaxing. Amy was sitting beside me and, as she looked up at the blue sky, she said something about how she couldn’t believe how nice the day was, especially after “everything that’s happened.”
I told her that things always work out and then I lay back and I closed my eyes for a few minutes, enjoying the heat of the sun. When I did this, the dream suddenly switched to an overhead shot of me and my friends, enjoying the day.
When I opened my eyes, everyone had left and I was alone by the pool. There a note sitting on top of my book, from Amy. It said everyone had gone to see the show and they didn’t want to interrupt me. “Why wouldn’t you want to interrupt me?” I muttered to myself. At first, I thought that maybe I could go catch up to them but then I realized that I didn’t even know what “the show” referred to. So, I decided to just sit out by the pool and wait for everyone to return.
The dream then switched to restaurant, where I (now fully dressed) was sitting in a booth, across from Amy and Evelyn. I asked them what show they had seen. I can’t remember what the title of it was but they both told me it was really bad. “I still want to see it,” I said. “No, you don’t,” they told me and I started to get annoyed because they didn’t seem to understand that I simply had to see the show.
I was then walking down a windy city street at night, still annoyed that they had seen a show without me. I saw a van sitting across the street from me. It was covered in wet newspapers.
I was then sitting in my private office, looking up theaters online and trying to figure out what everyone had seen while I was down at the pool.
Then, Jeff and I were sitting in a theater, watching a really bad musical. Jeff whispered to me, “Why are we watching this?” I whispered back, “Because no one else is.”
As far as I can remember, that’s when the dream ended.
Last night, I dreamt that I was at a renaissance faire with my sisters, my boyfriend, and my best friend in the entire world, Evelyn. We were all dressed up in typical renaissance faire costumes. I was wearing a black corset bodice and a long dark red skirt. We were all sitting on a grassy hill watching a live chess match. Actors playing the king and the queen would move around other actors who were dressed up to resemble pawns, knights, and bishops. There was a huge crowd of people watching the chess match and, with every move that the king or queen made, the crowd would loudly boo.
Finally, the actor playing the king shouted, “I’m doing the best I can!”
Right after he said that, I realized that there was a group of old women sitting slightly in front of me and they kept looking over their shoulders and glaring at me.
“What’s wrong with them?” I asked.
Evelyn leaned over to me and said, “You forgot to lace up your corset.”
And that’s when I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I was up at Lake Texoma. I was standing out on the deck of my cousin’s lake house, looking at the lake. Even though the sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, there was still a brisk wind blowing. The top of the lake was frozen but I could still sea fish swimming below the ice. When I woke up, I was just about to climb over the railing of the deck and jump down to the ice below.
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.
Early this morning, I dreamt that there was the old man standing on front porch of my house. When she rang the doorbell and I answered the door, she stuck her foot in the doorway to keep me from closing the door and then started demanding that I donate money to keep her from getting kicked out of her house.
“I’m sorry about your house,” I said, “but I don’t know you.”
“My name is Dorothy,” she replied, “Now you know me.”
And that’s when I woke up.
Ever since the COVID-19 lockdown began, I’ve been having a lot of dreams, which I guess makes sense. When something’s on your mind as much as this is, you’re going to have dreams about it. Unfortunately, the dreams always seem to fade from memory as soon as I wake up. I’m left with the vague knowledge that I dreamed about something but I can’t really remember what. From now on, I’m going to make more of an effort to write down what I can as soon as I wake up.
Fortunately, last night’s dream was a long one so I can actually remember it fairly well.
This dream took place when I was going to college. I was living in a dorm but I also had a house that I was renting in town. The house didn’t have any electricity, running water, or furniture but it was a place that I could go whenever I wanted to be alone. I would go to the house with a pad of paper and I would spend days writing. Over the course of the first part of the dream, I actually wrote an entire novel in long-hand. I took all of the pages and I taped them to the walls of the house and then I would walk from room to room, reading what I had written.
Unfortunately, once I had done all that, I realized that I hadn’t gone to any of my classes for nearly a month and that there was no way I was ever going to pass any of my classes! But I didn’t care because I had a place of my own and I had written a novel.
I was feeling quite proud of myself when, suddenly, I remembered that my aunt was coming to the college to visit me. Not wanting her to discover that I had essentially dropped out of school, I rushed back to the campus and I met her outside of my old dorm. I was feeling paranoid that she would discover that I hadn’t been on campus in a month so I decided (for some reason) that it would be a good idea to show her my dorm room. I assumed that the room was still the way I had left it and, after she saw it, she would believe that I was still going to class. It was dream logic.
So, we went into the dorm and up to the second floor. However, since I had last been on campus, the second floor had changed. It now appeared to be a gigantic and rather busy library. I knew that my room had to be somewhere on the floor but all I could see were rows and rows of books. I kept leading my aunt around, looking for my room while pretending like I knew where I was going, Finally, my aunt got frustrated with me and said she was going to wait outside. She told me to come find her once I found my room.
After she left, I continued to search for my room but I couldn’t find it. Then I realized that I wasn’t sure what my aunt meant when she said she was going to wait outside. I went downstairs and then stepped outside but I couldn’t see my aunt anywhere.
I started walking around campus, looking for my aunt. It was a cold night and the wind was howling and I soon realized that the campus looked totally different to me. I decided that I needed to return to the dorm but suddenly, I couldn’t remember where the dorm was. I spent the entire night walking around the campus, trying to find something that looked familiar.
The next morning, having had no sleep, I stumbled into a gas station and I asked the woman behind the counter if she could tell me where the dorm was.
“Which dorm?” she asked.
I couldn’t remember the name of my dorm. “My mind’s going,” I told the woman.
And then I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I had a job at a grocery store. (In the waking world, I have never worked at a grocery store.) My job was to make sure that other people were filling and refilling the shelves but every time I would tell someone to go to an aisle and get to work, they would go to a totally different aisle and just stand there. Meanwhile, there were thousands of customers flooding into the store and seeing the empty aisles and yelling at me about it.
Finally, I went to the store manager’s office. She was blonde, my age, and she wore glasses. (I have never seen this woman before in real life so I guess my dream just created her out of a thin air.) I told her that I was going to clock out and go home.
“Who are you?” she said.
“I work here.”
“No, you don’t.”
And that’s when I woke up.
(Though some may be tempted to give me one, I’m not looking for an interpretation of this dream because 1) I’m getting over a cold and this dream was largely a result of me being sick and 2) I already know what this dream is about.)
Last night, I dreamt that I was in a gigantic mansion that was still decorated for Christmas. I knew that I only had one night in which to take down all of the Christmas decorations but I also knew that, after I finally managed to get them all down, I would also have to figure out a place to store them all. The mansion had a basement but, because there weren’t any lights in there, I didn’t particularly feel like going down there. Fortunately, there was also a fairly large tool shed in the mansion’s backyard so I figured that I’d just put the decorations out there.
So, I started taking down all of the Christmas decorations and this quickly turned out to be a much bigger task than I had anticipated because it turned out that the mansion had hundreds of rooms and every room had been fully decorated. Whenever I walk up one flight of stairs, convinced that I had finally reached the top floor, I would discover that there was actually another floor above me and that floor, of course, contained a hundred new rooms that had to be cleaned. It was a never-ending house.
Still, I diligently went from room to room, pulling down wreathes and mistletoe and Christmas tree ornaments and pictures of Santa Claus. It was long and exhausting work and there were several times that I got frustrated and was tempted to just leave but then I would tell myself, “No, I made a commitment to clean this place up.”
Anyway, I had just finished up taking down all the decorations in a gigantic sitting room when I suddenly heard what sounded like hundreds of cats meowing outside. I ran over to a window and looked out the back yard and I saw that there were indeed a hundred cats in the back yard. They had shown up out of nowhere and now, they didn’t appear as if they were planning on leaving any time soon.
Looking at them, I realized that they all looked similar, except some of them were a little bit fiercer or a little bit more passive than the others. That’s when I realized that, somewhere, a portal had opened and all these cats had crossed from their own alternate time lines.
“What am I going to do about that?” I said, with a sigh.
And that’s when I woke up!