dream of leaving town and a knock at the door

We were leaving a house where we had been staying. I walked up to the door and opened it a crack. There was a man standing on the other side who said he wanted to let us know that people were aware we were going. He gave me some clothes that he had purchased for a job at my workplace. The logo was embroidered on the back pocket of the khakis he gave me. He wanted me to return them for some reason but I knew I wasn’t going to do it. As we left I looked up in the sky and the clouds were blowing by at hundreds of miles an hour.

dream of last day of quasi-school, a formal, and meeting with old friend

I dreamed I was in some sort of school as the year or term was drawing to a close. Everyone else had vacated the building because of some unusual circumstance, but two friends and I stayed. When we finally walked out, the entire population of the school was standing in a big field at the top of a slight rise above the building. Everyone – including ourselves – was in formal wear. As my two friends (one man and one woman) and I walked forward toward the group, a voice over a loudspeaker asked ‘who would agree to be paired with our heroes?’ My companions were paired up right away, but it took a moment before a woman walked out of the crowdd and said she would accompany me. It was my friend K. from high school. She seemed shorter and was wearing some sort of strange pantsuit, but she was smiling and seemed pleased to see me. We joined everyone else dancing slowly in the field and talked for a moment. I told her that I didn’t see her before or I would have said something, etc., but she didn’t mind. We chatted about the twenty years that had passed and other topics, and after awhile we were silent. She looked me in the eyes for a moment and rested her chin on my shoulder and didn’t say anything more. I felt weird then – sad or something, but peaceful.

dream of long math classes and night-time hometown

I was attending a week-long class that consisted completely of mathematics. At the end of one day, I was standing outside a building in my old hometown. My mother was there and kept asking me why I was taking such a long math class. After a while I got tired of listening to her, so I got in a car and drove away, telling her I’d be right back to pick her up. It was night-time and I could see a small bit of slush on the road reflected in the orange glow of the streetlights. I drove a couple of miles up the road and took a left, thinking that I’d be heading downtown and could double back. Instead, I ended up in a neighborhood not far from where I lived in Portsmouth. It was still night and everything seemed abandoned. I kept driving around, but I knew I was never going back.

dream of argument in restaurant

There’s a lot more that flew away, but here’s what I remember. P. and I are in a restaurant having a discussion/argument with a couple of people. One of the people is a woman who is angry with P. for not taking care of the woman’s kids for some amount of time. There’s another person there who’s defending P. I’m laying on my stomach on the floor of the restaurant telling the woman that she’s stupid, etc. She turns to me and says that I shouldn’t be interrupting them, which makes me angry so I start yelling obscenities at the woman. The more I yell the funnier it is for some reason, and I start to laugh.

dream of walkup apartment and twice-lived scenario

I was staying in an apartment of some sort. My old friend C. was there and we were getting ready to go to work. We went through some sort of routine where we stashed various things in compartments around the place as we got ready. Someone else showed up and we redid the routine, walking around and putting everything away precisely in place. We kept looking to the other person, waiting to see some glimmer of understanding.

dreams but no memory for two nights

They’re happening, and I wake up and mumble a phrase to myself to help me remember, because they’re interesting. By the time I get up, though, they’re long gone. Not even a fragment remains. I think I’ll keep a piece of paper on the sill so I can write down these little mnemonics.

dream of campus, long trip, and job at restaurant

I was in Durham again for some reason. I walked in front of the library and down to main street. I knew that I had to leave so I started driving. We got on an unspecified highway and started driving. We drove a long distance as the landscape changed and the country became flatter and greener. At some point we pulled into the parking lot of a large restaurant in an urban location. I walked inside and talked to an unfriendly manager who grudgingly gave me a job. I was told to walk up to the kitchen which was up three flights of stairs. I kept walking and eventually got there. It was wide-open and empty but I could hear the sounds of activity. I walked downstairs and got the manager’s attention as he was walking out of the restaurant. I asked him what I should do. He was proud and arrogant, looking around and asking no one in particular how awesome he was. I wanted to slap him but decided to be quiet since I felt like I needed the job for some reason. He finally said that he couldn’t help me and walked out. I stood there for awhile and walked back out to the car.

dream of bin-dwellers and solidarity

I was hanging around with a group of people who lived in storage spaces. They all congregated at a small coffeeshop, loud with conversation and activity. There was another man there who I knew and we decided to have a contest for who could go the longest without smoking. The crowd cheered when they heard. We looked at each other and I felt like we were both wondering if we could possibly do this. At the same time, the competitive aspect of it made it seem a little more doable. As we were walking back to the storage space we heard the sound of pursuers approaching. We ran into the space and hid ourselves as well as possible. I landed in a large pile of debris and somehow they weren’t able to find me. I wondered how we were going to get out of here.

dream of long nighttime drive and rogue pickup

I was in a house with three other people as night fell. We had to pile into a car and attempt to make the journey to another place where we were expected. It was night and we drove cautiously down backroads that reminded me of Newmarket. At one point we saw a large vehicle coming at us. The person driving became agitated and turned the car around quickly to flee. The truck didn’t seem to pursue us and I could only make out a shadow of who sat in the driver’s seat. As we drove away, I could see the truck’s lights dimming – not just receding in the distance but noticeably dimming. It was some small piece of some much bigger apparatus – I suddenly realized this was our cargo. I got really scared for a moment, but thought with relief there’s no way we’ll ever make it.

dream of guitar/amp tryout, visiting dignitary, and dogs in basement

I was in a music store trying out a new amplifier. I had brought my own guitar – a pieced-together white Strat – but for some reason had hung a pricetag from it. People were gathering around me and enjoying the blast from the amp I was playing through, but I was concerned that they thought the guitar was for sale. I quickly took the tag off.

Later on, I was back at the house with P. We were awaiting a visit from some very important person – a dignitary or a person of a noble station. I went into the basement to see where the dogs were. We had moved their beds and they were living down there. As I looked around the basement, I saw an old workglove moving on the handle of the wheelbarrow. A kitten holding a tiny mouse in its mouth fell out of the glove and onto the floor. I didn’t want the white dog to see the cat, so I stood in between them, watching the white all the time. The brown one saw the kitten and made a happy yelping scream, wanting to play.

I realized that our visitor would be coming very soon and I hadn’t dressed yet. I ran upstairs where the dignitary’s retinue had already arrived. I searched for my suit but couldn’t find it. I remembered that I had left the suit in my truck. I ran out to get it without dressing first, and ran into more flunkies of the VIP while I was outside. The suit I wanted to wear was bright orange. When P. asked if maybe I shouldn’t wear something more muted, I replied “Hey, it’s designer – whattaya want?” When I looked in the mirror I had bushy blond hair for some reason. It made me look like a down-on-his-luck hustler.