It begins with the City having purchased my home. For a reasonable price, but instead of letting us stay in the home for 3 months to move they allot a wing of city hall as a makeshift home for a year rent free. It is kind of interesting for the living room is an old theater. There is an old fashion television that stands on wooden legs in the middle of the stage and our family sits on pillows around it if we want to watch it. I don’t actually see the rooms, but I know that they are various offices within the wing of City hall. I recall in my dream wondering why would there be a shower in City hall because I would not sign a deal if I did not have a shower for a year.
In the dream I leave out of the City hall to a truck stop area to purchase a snack and there are these pie slices. The slices are as big as a pie itself and about 10 inches tall. They are cold pies and I recall wondering how the strawberries grew as big as apples for this one pie. There is this huge line and I get in it before it backs up. The pie is going fast and I really want this big slice that I see of strawberry. I also want this other slice that I know my 15 year old will love.
Strange they are overgrown flavors of pies that you find a Fur’s cafeteria. Every time I get over to order from the lady my pie, someone older and quite annoying cuts in front and has dark hair both times. They order pie and take my slice. I get very annoyed and see that there is pie that I don’t want there. So I order two of something like soda and turn to leave. The lady that just told me there was no more strawberry pie starts to make another strawberry pie. So I cut into line and think hey, I should give those dark haired mature ladies a break. They may not be what they appear. Maybe this is what happened to them. I think to myself that what odd ways we learn about people and I am glad I am not always one to make a scene. You never know when you will be thankful for having a bit of patience and a cool head. Usually people will show the reasons for how they became what they are.
The blond older scrawny lady behind the counter snickers a bit when she sees me and tells the lady near her how the mother of those poor kids is here and pretty much they take a gander at me. I am annoyed because I know my kids like to come get snacks at this place and I bite my tongue. I then see that there was a bunch of oozing gel from the pies on a wax parchment and instead of getting fresh insides for my pie, the lady starts to make it from those. Folding the paper and squeezing the tube like a frosting applicator. This really disturbs me and I ask for fresh red strawberry gel in my pie.
Now I have not asked the price on the pie slices and as big as they are, people are buying them like mad and I did not ask the price. When she rings my total it comes to over $57.00. I want to pass out, but I have been so persistent and she so annoying AND this has been a big ordeal so I just pay. I kick myself and think that this is why I have bounced checks once in a while and “geez”, I am going to hear it because I was not responsible. I don’t need that. I am not sure who I am going to hear it from, but I feel this heavy weight on my heart. Finally I gather my pies and when I get back to the theater, our living room there is a person that comes into my living room and he is quite scary and official looking.
He is a big African American man followed by two more and they look like the FBI. They have a small little boy with them and they say he is in a special detention for the day and this is where they are to bring him. I said to them that they had to be mistaken. The one man looks surprised and asked me if I had not been told that this was a clause in my rent that the really bad kids from detention had to sit with the FBI in my living room. I think it over for a moment and wonder for a bit how such a cute little kid like this had to deal with such great big lugs like these older starched men. He could not be more than 5 years old. After a bit I say it is alright. It is still worth a years free rent to me and my family goes back to eat its pie. Now this pie is huge and I don’t want anyone to think I was planning on eating this huge pie alone, so I take a few strawberries out like I had wanted and start to turn Indian style sitting towards the blue screen. As I turn I see my older sister and I say to her see, I told you this medicine makes me tired. Here it was really odd for I think at this moment I fell into really deep sleep. I actually felt myself kind of fall into a vacuum sleep and my breathing was harder. It was like I passed out cold in my dream. I fell over to my right and well I guess passed out.
Later I was snoring and woke myself up a bit and thought to myself I NEED to take control of this dream. It is a dream and I don’t have to be frustrated in my dream. So I changed its course. I sold some idea I had regarding something technical that I have no idea what it was now for 5 million dollars. I was afraid to quit my job till all the papers were sealed and the money is actually in my hands. Meanwhile I guess some of the old dream was in my head because I took the money from my house that I sold and started to look for a home. (A big home that did not have an FBI officer and offices as rooms.) I recall thinking it must be impossible to find a home of such intricacy on my first try, but the first home I went into was so odd that I just fell in love.
It was enormous, but still very modern equipped and had awful green wallpaper in the entrance. There was a glass dome roof that let us see the whole sky, but a coating that did not let people see in. It had a roof kind of like a planetarium or observatory. There were unfinished log looking staircases and various oddities that made it quite charming when going to the rooms and hallways, but the main area was the planetarium room.
The one side of the home was of the same glass and it faced a rolling green hill with a pond and pretty gardens. It was all clear sights and tree lines in the distance. I recall thinking that was good for I did not have to clean walnut shells off the deck like I did the last house. It was peaceful and beautiful and a steal of a good price because of the older looking décor.
I immediately called a decorator and looked for someone along my taste. I hired an unknown person and was excited because this person and I could have a blast decorating and could do the neatest job and later it would be great for the decorators portfolio. Even in my dream I thought to myself this was such an odd thought.
I told the kids to look at decorating magazines and the person would be along to help them with what would make them feel at home. Then while they were doing that I fixed my room. It was a dream so it went fast. I had a poster bed that looked like something out of a Midsummer’s Night Dream with the top of the bed changing into a tree and white cotton gauze looking curtains hanging about it. They had light sage green flowers embroidered onto them and were pinched a bit with ivy vines of sorts. The floors were clean and light. It was very airy. Then the roof again had the same clear sky showing through.
The dream went a bit adult for a moment (I broke in my new room and probably will just leave that part out) It was long and intricate and well that is for me to know.
I set about to making sure I had a groundskeeper and a housekeeper that would stay for a long time, be trustworthy, gel with the family and become as family. Kind of fairytale like, but this is my dream. I do find it funny thinking I wanted someone around for security that I had no emotional bond to and I chose an acquaintance that could use a break and is a self starter. There is a huge warehouse looking barn type work space area and a guesthouse and in my mind I calculated the interest on my money and how such was an irresistible price for the guy and gained him into my employment. He could promote his business and live his life and grow a family if he liked, he just needed to be about so we did not feel so alone in these vast grounds. I figured I have no hopes of marriage and more than likely don’t even have a live in mate and it would be that way so I needed to make sure there was someone to do the big heavy stuff. This also was odd because in waking hours I would just hire someone to do that and I am pretty motivated to not have to depend on a man to have to save me. Maybe I would like that…but I never presume it will happen so I guess this reasonability seeped into my dream. Grrrr. That kind of pisses me off.
Then out of the blue I needed a safe room. So there was this big vault and all the kids were in it except for my son. He came in on his bike with two boys in hooded jackets and they had guns. Not my son but the boys. They shot a few holes in the walls of stone and I smacked them in the head and like teenage boys started to scold them and ask them what the hell were they doing.
My son looked at me and asked me if I paid any attention to what my invention or technical change had brought about on the world economy and they had formed some group to rise up against the powers that be. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door and there were storms at the same time and we could see them as I glimpsed out through the open glass roof at the sky. Before I opened the door I went to hide the guns and guns and clean any evidence of the stupidity that just happened. They were kids after all and dumb butt ones to boot The boys had hurt nobody and just needed their ears boxed. I grabbed a toilet bowl cleaner with the white handle and too much metal wrapped through the white bristles and scrubbed down the barrel of the shotguns. Lord knows what I was thinking because well obviously you can’t clean a gun with a toilet bowl brush and if so…what good would it do? I think I lost a lot of control of the dream in this bit. I threw the jackets in the washer and answered the door and then nothing.
The next I remember the future had kicked in and my youngest Emerald was graduating from Harvard of all places. She graduated doing something with the betterment of animals and in the dream I knew what that was. My son was working at a scientist lab developing a water system for third world countries that produced water out of thin air and my daughter was living her dream in Hollywood. Not as some gangsters gal, but as a quite successful actress. I recall thinking as I sat amongst my few friends that wow this is amazing! I did not mess them up too much and we all made it. I still felt alone, but somehow I knew I had done something successful in addition to my children such as become some acclaimed someone and I was content. I also noted the people I hired were still with me and all were happy. They had families and even the kids were there to attend.
Then I woke up.
Now as I sat with my coffee this afternoon after my nap I tried to sort dreams from reality and what it all meant and the why and ‘what’s’ about what I had dreamed and I had to laugh because I thought it so sensible that I make the amount for my sale to 225 million. Then I had to remind myself it was just a dream and that I best sip a bit more coffee. Lol Wake the hell up.
Now I ask you, why is it a wonder I can never wake up. Each night is like this and in detail and color it seems. The hills were green and there were flowers on my table that were yellow. There were white fences and red paint on the barn area. The walls of the safe room were grey and the hoodies were navy and black. The night sky through the glass looked so blue and crisp and the stars so shiny. Then the lightening was so fierce. This happens every night or nap and I wake up tired. Too much in my head trying to keep it running even in my sleep I think.