I was on a long car trip with someone as we made our way toward an unspecified location. We drove through small southern towns, but it was snowing and messy and everyone seemed aggravated. We finally made it to a large restaurant with common seating where I and a group of people I was meeting were introduced to the rest of the patrons as persons who had finished some sort of quest or challenge to be here. We were supposed to receive something in return but it wasn’t forthcoming.
I’m standing in a dimly-lit dining room of a crowded restaurant. There’s a device in front of me with a large screen that I can use to create animated video and music montages. I start making one on the fly using the faces of people in the restaurant. I finish in a couple of minutes and start playing it back. Very few people are paying attention but they seem to like it. The main character in the montage is a middle-aged woman who looks like a banker. The woman’s also present in the room and I start to feel worried since I made her look haggard and ugly in the video. She doesn’t say anything about it, though – she just keeps sitting at her table.
dream of resort and insult of john scofield
May 1, 2008
I was at a resort of some kind – a mountain spa or the like. For some reason the people I was with had invited the jazz guitarist John Scofield to accompany us. I walked up to the vehicle they came in, and saw John in the back of the truck. We started talking, and for some reason I said that I thought for the longest time that he was the worst person in the world. His face changed immediately and I started to verbally backtrack as fast as I could because I could see that he was infuriated and insulted. I kept apologizing but he wasn’t having any of it. I offered to shake hands at the conclusion of my stammered apologies, but he just stared at me. Everyone went off to try and enjoy themselves but I was consumed by guilt and remorse about insulting John. Stronger, though, was my horror at being someplace with someone who had such a low opinion of me – though such an opinion was deserved. It was an abject and absurd sense of insecurity. I haven’t felt insecure in my normal life in so long that I didn’t know what to do with the feeling.
dream of leaving town and a knock at the door
April 30, 2008
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.
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
April 17, 2008
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
April 14, 2008
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
April 9, 2008
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
April 8, 2008
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
April 7, 2008
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.