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Dream Diary Entry recorded July 15, 2018
Jul. 15th, 2018 10:26 amA friend said something on FB today about her dreams last night not being worth diarizing. I am exercising no such compunction, but will be mercifully brief.
I dreamed I was in some sort of show/event that was partially Calhoun's Got Talent, and partially a wedding rehearsal or reception. It required a rehearsal, and it required showing up for said rehearsal in costume and on time. The person with whom I was to rehearse was my second wife. I got distracted by something else, I don't remember what right now, and so when the time arrived, the event was going to get rolling with or without me, and that would have been embarrassing if not disastrous. So I then remembered a location that has recurred several times in recent dreams of theater, where I and some incarnation of The Rude Mechanicals do plays which generally turn out to be Actor's Nightmares, but where I do in fact acquire suits for costume changes. That's it! I'll get a nice suit from there. And the next minute or so of the dream has me leaving the reception hall where I have to be VERY SOON, running outside and then back inside to get to the dream-recurrent hallway that leads to the dream-recurrent room and the dream-recurrent costume closet. Yes! There's the suit. I wake up soon after this.
Okay, nothing scandalous about that one. But the one which follows, which I remember a bit less distinctly, had me wandering about town, on streets and in parking garages, sometimes with some kid, having left a group of friends to reunite with them at the end of the afternoon. In my hand is a small bottle of brandy. At the beginning of the dream, early in the day, it is mostly full. Sadly, the liquor level is quite a bit lower by the end, although I'm trying not to drink excessively while away from my friends' group, especially with this kid around. He's got sandy-blond hair and looks sort of like a mini-Trump, but in a striped shirt and trousers that are straight out of Little Rascals. I find myself with something in my mouth, possibly something I've coughed up. It's brown and appears to be a cross between a mop head and a small, shaggy octopus. It's totally inert, and I get rid of it in the large parking garage, having found a waste can. Eventually the kid goes off his own way, and I make my way back to the group apartment we're renting. It's now late afternoon, and I'm still holding the brandy bottle, but like I said, the level is a bit lower. And when I answer the doorbell and it's my group of friends, one of them, who resembles Jan from Community Chorus, looks at my brandy bottle with a "tsk" and gives me the side-eye. I try to explain to her that I've timed my consumption so that I'm not truly inebriated, but I doubt that she is convinced, and it's probably for good reason. Then I wake up from this dream too.
I dreamed I was in some sort of show/event that was partially Calhoun's Got Talent, and partially a wedding rehearsal or reception. It required a rehearsal, and it required showing up for said rehearsal in costume and on time. The person with whom I was to rehearse was my second wife. I got distracted by something else, I don't remember what right now, and so when the time arrived, the event was going to get rolling with or without me, and that would have been embarrassing if not disastrous. So I then remembered a location that has recurred several times in recent dreams of theater, where I and some incarnation of The Rude Mechanicals do plays which generally turn out to be Actor's Nightmares, but where I do in fact acquire suits for costume changes. That's it! I'll get a nice suit from there. And the next minute or so of the dream has me leaving the reception hall where I have to be VERY SOON, running outside and then back inside to get to the dream-recurrent hallway that leads to the dream-recurrent room and the dream-recurrent costume closet. Yes! There's the suit. I wake up soon after this.
Okay, nothing scandalous about that one. But the one which follows, which I remember a bit less distinctly, had me wandering about town, on streets and in parking garages, sometimes with some kid, having left a group of friends to reunite with them at the end of the afternoon. In my hand is a small bottle of brandy. At the beginning of the dream, early in the day, it is mostly full. Sadly, the liquor level is quite a bit lower by the end, although I'm trying not to drink excessively while away from my friends' group, especially with this kid around. He's got sandy-blond hair and looks sort of like a mini-Trump, but in a striped shirt and trousers that are straight out of Little Rascals. I find myself with something in my mouth, possibly something I've coughed up. It's brown and appears to be a cross between a mop head and a small, shaggy octopus. It's totally inert, and I get rid of it in the large parking garage, having found a waste can. Eventually the kid goes off his own way, and I make my way back to the group apartment we're renting. It's now late afternoon, and I'm still holding the brandy bottle, but like I said, the level is a bit lower. And when I answer the doorbell and it's my group of friends, one of them, who resembles Jan from Community Chorus, looks at my brandy bottle with a "tsk" and gives me the side-eye. I try to explain to her that I've timed my consumption so that I'm not truly inebriated, but I doubt that she is convinced, and it's probably for good reason. Then I wake up from this dream too.
