I Just Want to Dance

A small group of people, including my mother, decide to go dancing with me. We all get dressed up in black and walk through a small village to get to the club, a very expensive, exclusive club.

First our younger friends walk through the door and get in, then my mom enters. The host makes her get on a scale, and, when she asks why, he tells her that they club prefers that their women be around 21 years old and very thin.

We both leave immediately, very upset. I just wanted to dance. A representative comes out to talk to us about the incident. She's in her 60's, very short, and she has red hair down to the tops of her ears, curled under (think actress Linda Hunt). She wears black-rimmed eyeglasses that are HUGE on her face, maybe 6" tall and wide, almost larger than her face, with an intricate gold design on the sides.

After listening to her make excuses for not allowing us in the club, I remind her that SHE does not fit the requirements for the club either! I then look at my mom and say, "Discrimination. Class Action Lawsuit!"

Someone's Knocking at the Door

It's evening. I'm inside a house, about to close the front door. As I approach the door, I see a woman coming up the walkway. I slam the door in her face and hit the ground. She peaks in between the cracks of the blinds, but I'm hoping she can't see me on the ground. I look up and see that the blinds have been turned down, leaving me vulnerable. From now on, all blinds will be turned up. She knows I'm there; I know she knows, yet I continue to hide. Some guy named Jody, a friend of another person in the house, is sleeping on the couch. The striped light from the cracks in the blinds lights up the living.

Plastic Hangars

I dreamt about plastic hangers last night. In order to get more, I put all my clothes on my new Joy Mangano hangers, and saved all the plastic ones for something I was hanging. Strange thing..this morning it was National Hanger day on QVC, and Joy Mangano was on throughout the day. ohhhhhhhhh..spooky! :)

Cyrano

Last night's dream began in the dark with me crossing the street to get into my car. At the last minute, I decide to take my motorized scooter, on which I stand. What I don't realize yet, is that the hot dogs and other food for graduation, for which I am responsible, is in the car. I take off for graduation..without it.

I scoot along the streets, and it becomes daylight. As i pass the graduating students, I hold out my foot and wave at them, balancing on my scooter with my other foot. I'm that good.

Suddenly I'm in a room off from the gym and I'm talking to John Cleese (actor) and a teacher from my school (Mr. G). John Cleese is telling me that our students failed last year's exams - and miserably so. Only, he doesn't directly tell me; he hints, with his words and with a diagram on the ground that he is kneeling before.

I finally figure it out..my students didn't know what the various initials mean, so they completely bombed. Initials? Who teaches that in high school?! My first response is to claim that initials are not part of the standards, but then I realize that they are covered by one standard, but the test has more than 8 questions about them this year. Dangit!

I go to the restroom, of course (yes, I woke up later having to go - so it played out in my dreams). After I flush, the toilet overflows, spilling out onto the floor. I remove my pants, walk back into the room in my undies and a sweater, and continue the conversation as if there is nothing wrong or different. :) - even though John Cleese is now naked himself, and Mr. G is gone. I only see Cleese from the chest up in my dreams. Whew! He comes close to me and speaks intimately, rubbing his chest against me. I am uncomfortable, and yet..he is kinda cute (in my dream). Shortly, I return to the bathroom and put some pants on because it's time to leave....fade out (good, hate school dreams, especially in the summer!)

Just when I think it's over, I'm in my classroom, alone, and it's dark again. I'm stapling something to the blue paper on my wall, when it feels like I'm about to fall. A former students walks in with her father and a few little kids. Their faces are blurred and non-distinct, except for that the fact that they are Mexican. Her father helps me down, as the former student tells me that she has been accepted as a student representative to some kind of jury. She's very excited, and I'm happy for her.

We leave the classroom, and the student and I find ourselves outside in a foreign city, unclear which one. I offer to let her use my cab, once I get one, but I turn around to find her getting on a bus, waving goodbye. Again, it becomes night, and I get that common night fear of some danger out there. I begin to walk uphill, looking for a cab the entire time, but there are none to be found. Looking around the city, I contemplate going back down the hill, but in the end, I continue my walk up.

At the peak of the hill is red roof material, but it blends in with the hill, so I march upwards and onwards...to find myself at the very top of a pointed, slanted roof. It's daytime, and the view of the city is spectacular!

I come across several people walking on the roof, going about their business. They ignore me...with the exception of one man, who looks like Kevin Kline (what's with the celebrity dreams lately?). This man does not tell me his story, but in meeting him, I suddenly know it..and it's just like Cyrano de Bergerac/Roxanne...and I am on top of the roof of a theatre.

I leave him for a moment, in search of..help? information? I'm not quite sure, but I come across a man in a booth who is working the lighting and such for the theatre production of Cyrano de Bergerac. I do not tell him the story of the man I just met on the roof, but he knows it. All he says is.."Tell him to see the play. He must see the play." I turn and find another backstage man..who repeats the words to me. They believe he needs to see the play so that he can see the similarities to his life.

I go around the corner to the part of the roof where I met this man, and there he is... dressed like Cyrano ( a Musketeer, complete with a large feather in his hat). He is repeating lines from the play, with one leg up on the top of the pointed roof, and his hands gesturing to the world in a very dramatic fashion. The play is in intermission, and people are wandering all over the roof, wondering what this nut is doing. The sun is shining and a cool wind is blowing, the skies are somewhat hazy. He begins singing his own, indistinguishable lyrics to "La Vie en Rose."

I wait, watch, and awake.

Little Mermiad

I was inside a room at an aquarium which held a tank that contained a mermaid. She was at the bottom of the tank, wiggling her tail, as mermaids tend to do, when the tank began to drain! She flopped and had a mermaid-in-the-headlights look on her face. I quickly ran outside to find that my nephew had hit the glass with an object that had created a hole. Inside, the mermaid sat on her waterless rock. Somehow I knew..she would be okay in the air for a short time..just long enough to get her to water again. I went outside to see my nephew hitting the repaired glass, trying to break it again.

Portrait of a King

For some time now, I've been wanting to take up painting. Apparenty, in my dreams, I'm starting with portraiture... of a King. Of what country, you ask? Dunno. He was a large, stocky, thick man, and somewhat dirty from his battles. His head was covered with long, brown dreadlocks, crusty with mud. Lying on his left side, he covered his naked body with a sheet, exposing skin here and there..enough to tantilize, but not embarrass. Later his wife would be posing, lying on her right side, with her feet touching her husbands. I would paint it as one picture, although they posed at different times. I never saw here; I just knew it was the plan. There was more that followed this, but it has since faded in my mind.

Got Gas?

Every once in a while I have a plane dream. Last week, I boarded a plane which took off smoothly. All was going well on this plane, which was large, but had narrow seating - only a row of two chairs on each side. Suddenly, the plane dipped low in front and headed for the groung. This was so real, that I felt sick with fear and tried to wake up.

The plane pulled up slightly as we neared the ground, and it skimmed the ground, building, cars and trees until it landed on the freeway and drove down it a bit. We finally pulled off and drove into a gas station. We all had a chance to get out while the pilot refilled the gas tank, and then we boarded again and continued our trip to some South American country from our current location in some other South American country.

Dark Parking Lot

Lots of dark parking lot dreams lately..two in the last two weeks. Each time I am searching for my car, in the dark. I walk long blocks, even around corners trying to find the car, but I cannot. There's always an unseen danger, a sense of terror all about. If only I could find my car..it would be okay. But I can't.

Wedding Day

I dreamt that somehow I had gotten word that a former friend, Susana, was getting married. I decided to go and see it for myself. The wedding was held in an old theatre, at night. Through the crowded foyer, I made my way to the door of the theatre. It seemed that most of those people where there for reasons other than the wedding. Inside, the wedding was was in progress. The bride, Susana, stepped out of the audience seating and then returned to her seat. I was stunned to see that, rather than traditional white, she was wearing black pants and a black sweater with bright gold trim. I walked along the side to her aisle and entered. My mom stopped her and said, "Susana, I'd like to have a talk with you." I told my mom that it was her wedding day..she has to wait. We continued down the row to our seats. Just beyond us was Susana's family - all in zebra blazers over black outfits. They all got up, passed by us in the row of chairs and went up front. I then awoke.

Junior

I dreamt of my late Junior, a most beloved black cocker spaniel. In my dream, he was like a puppy again...running all over, so full of energy, loving and lovable. He bounced around a sliding glass door, waiting to go out, just as he used to do. Of course, he peed all over the floor near a guest who was sleeping in the living room, and again all over the house...just as he used to do. Dumb dog.

But still, I miss him.