August 1, 2012

• my subconscious

  That was some kind of wild dream. 

  It started with an acquaintance’s husband moonlighting as a caterer in a fancy, overpriced restaurant  in a mall. One of those places hiding from the masses behind a tent.  Maybe it was a country club.  Although why I’d be at a country club, I really couldn’t say. (Why I’d be at a mall is another question, but less bizarre.)  He’s a big shot to begin with, so why he was catering was beyond already.

  Then I’m in her home which is not her home, trying to get from one room to where we needed to be, but there’s all kinds of stuff in the way and I had to go through a certain way to get there.  Well, the way I had to go was worth the price of admission.  What a room.  Does anyone else dream of fully decorating spas?  This thing was fabulous.  Huge, first of all.  All in levels, with stone-ish floors and the most amazing aqua paint on some of the walls.  One wall had these rectangular water features, that water came out of at different times.  There were 5 of those, I think.  In case that means anything.  And stones all about.  Irregular stones- with some color variations but mostly grays- on some of the walls and at the edges of the walkways.  And then this huge window.  Probably sliding glass but so enormous.  Out the window was a deck.  Which overlooked a pool.  It was like you could dive off the deck into the pool.  (But I remember thinking that I’d have to check the depth of the pool.  As if I was going to dive off anyhow.)  I could have stayed in this room forever. 

  Instead I had to go where I was supposed to be.  In another room I don’t remember at all.  I sat down with my friend and her little itty bitty dog and we were talking about the dog clothes I was going to make for the pooch.  Which is also ridiculous because her dog is big and she sews too.  And while we’re sitting there, her husband starts totally freaking out on their “son” (they have two daughters) screaming.  Just obscenely out of control.  And we ignore it.  Completely.  Because this acquaintance is British.

   

  I’m sitting here, flabbergasted.  What the heck was that about? 

  And now we analyze.  I’m thinking about her because our primary interactions from the last year and a half have been my reading her facebook updates on where she’s been.  Which is all over the place.  One of the big problems with our friendship from the beginning was how she could go wherever she wanted and I couldn’t. So part of it is jealousy. We used to stitch together, which was really nice.  I don’t have a stitching buddy anymore.  I couldn’t even do the needlework club last year because of freaking class.  So part of the dream is about not having time to spend with her (or time for doing the things I like to do.)  The screaming moonlighting caterer is another issue.  Right.  I do not think her husband is doing any of these things.  I wonder though if I’ve connected her to someone she reminds me of.  Someone I told something to that I shouldn’t have- that I never told this dream friend.  Something that has everything to do with why we’re not friends anymore.  A secret. Don’t you know.  And I’m not going to tell her.  But could she be a friend again if I had time?  If I took time.  Don’t know.

  More importantly.  Where is that room?  How did I dream about a place I don’t know?  How is it so perfect for me?  I actually do that a lot.  I dream about buildings I don’t know.  And I’m often navigating through them in odd ways.  Scaffolds and circular tower stairs and lots of fancy decks and patios.  And often a backyard of epic wonderfulness.

  My subconscious is quite a trip.

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