Mim and Honey

Well folks, this dream is from a friend from way back when. It is damn funny and is extra AWESOME because he had no idea of my interest in other people’s dreams or that my blog even existed and we haven’t spoken in years. So, the other morning I woke to this email:

Subject: My Dream featuring you and surly Bobby

So here’s how my dream went last night (it’s a little hazy, but I’ll do my best to recount):

You and I were working as veteran servers at some mountain resort, but the season was nearing an end, so we had to take the rookies and those who couldn’t handle the job back to civilization.  You and I hopped into our two tiny cars (like something a child would ride in, a toy), which were motorized, and had the rookies and misfits follow us out of the hills.  The whole thing was being filmed for a reality TV show.

There was one young fellow named Bobby (probably about 13 years old) who was far too camera shy to make it in a resort-reality TV show, so he was canned by management, and thus, needed to be taken out of the mountains too.

But Bobby was surly and and a little snotty, and you and I didn’t care much for him and neither did management.  And it just so happened that the only transportation available for Bobby to get out of the mountains on was a great big cow, but we didn’t have any way for him to ride on top of the cow, so management took a tiny stroller-like contraption and strapped it around the cow so Bobby would have to ride underneath the cow (like where the udders would be).  Bobby strongly disliked the arrangement, but there were no other options, so he squeezed into his uncomfortable ride and we were off to take this motley crew back to the city.  (Bobby looked ridiculous, by the way.)

So we’re riding along through the mountains, and we decide to take a rest stop at a place that was not unlike the 50,000 Silver Dollar Bar off I-90 in western Montana.  We use the restrooms and pick up some funny trinkets (you and I were having a ball this whole time, laughing and laughing), but it was time to get back on the road (we were never actually on roads; we traveled solely across grassy fields).  Everybody’s loaded up except for Bobby, who was yet again complaining about his assigned mode of transportation.  Finally, after listening to him gripe long enough, I turned to him from the seat of my tiny car (you were parked right next to me), and I said, “Bobby, get back in your cow.”

You and I laughed and laughed and laughed at that, and we started to drive away singing some song.  I can’t remember many of the words, but the line I do recall (and the line that caused me to literally wake up laughing) went like this:

“We’ll need some Spackle,
and some tackle,
to manage all the holes!”

I wrote that down as soon as I woke up.

Guess I’m thinking about you.  (I wonder if Bobby’s cow had anything to do with us watching “Gotta’ have more cow bell” in employee housing all those years ago.)

How are things?

Ken

One of my own for you:

This is a dream I had a few years ago… it takes place in London
and the setting is a place that is like a dirty riotous medieval Vaudevillian hall with just a dash of Victorian Opera house thrown in.
In this dream I am a red headed woman dressed to the nines in a pale blue voluminous Victorian style gown, my light red hair piled and pinned elaborately
there is an awareness that this Victorian lady is me
despite physically being someone else entirely

I am on a date with a man whose features are vague
a buggy drops us off at a discreet door on the street
we enter this loud dingy hall
there is a Vaudevillian type show happening
the hall is dark and thick with bodies
people are drinking and shouting and shoving
there is an air of extreme merriment that borders on danger
it feels like the carousing crowd could gather as a destructive storm
at any time

My gentleman friend takes my hand and begins to lead me
through the dense crowd
toward the stage
which is raised up from the crowd
at about the level it would be for a rock show
on the stage sits an elaborate Victorian buggy with small floating seats
coming off the sides of each end
it is clear that these are prized seats
and they are meant for us
i take my seat at the end of the buggy up on the stage
and look out over the scene of dark merriment below me

Time feels suspended  looking down over the people and listening
to the roar of them
their shouting and laughter
echoing off the stone walls of the hall
this lasts for several minutes before the lights go completely black
a hush falls over the crowd
it is very dark and quiet
a crisp yellow spotlight appears on the stage
and into it steps the Master of Ceremonies
he is thin of frame with black hair and a mustache set with gel and twisted into
fine points
he is wearing tailcoats and a top hat and is carrying a delicate walking stick
he waves it about dramatically before he speaks
and then he shouts in a thick British accent
Welcome! Welcome! To Totally Naked!
except totally was really drawn out like..Totallllllllllllyyyyyyyyy Naked!

The buggy begins to shake and rock
and I notice a stirring in the main cabin of the coach
then below me the seams of the buggy start to bow
and splinter just about to bursting point
I’m still sitting in my little floating perch just off the right side of the coach
looking down and watching
its all part of the show
suddenly
the wood gives and starts to break as the rocking and  rumbling becomes stronger
and I see a shiny black triangle breaking its way through the splintered wood

it looks like a bird poking its beak through its shell when it hatches
as it continues to push its way out I can tell that it is the tail end of a giant shiny black beetle
the size comparable to a small car

on the other end of the buggy the same thing is happening
except instead of a beetle it is a giant rat’s head emerging from the wood
its front feet too
they wriggle about in a swimming motion
all the while the crowd is hushed..
when the rat’s head at the front of the buggy and the beetle behind on the other end
have fully emerged from the main cabin of the buggy
the MC steps from the shadows and cries “Totalllllyyyyyyy Nakkkkeeeed!”
and the crowd goes wild
whistling and yelling and stomping and jostling

i don’t recall my response to this sight
only the sensation
of hyper awareness to the ebb and flow of the crowd
the silent hushes followed by deafening thunder of their hollering and clapping
and the Master of Ceremonies stepping out to cry “TOTALLLYYYY NAKKKEEED!”
each time a new abberation of nature emerged from the mysterious buggy
a giant man’s foot with the head of a jelly fish
the grimacing face of a man with the legs of a massive spider flailing about on the other end
snapping crab claws with a crowing rooster head
and on and on it went….