Dream Journal: Day Twelve
The first dream of the night was decidedly the coolest. It was basically like if Amelie, Pushing Daisies, and Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium were made into some weird little movie. In the first dream I was some artsy type who wore cut-off overalls with jelly flats (yeah, man!) and read a lot. It was cool. Even cooler, though, was I lived in a town that was like Pacifidlog from Pokemon: Sapphire! Basically, all the houses sat on little platforms in the sea and were connected by wooden bridges. It was a little different in my dream. All the houses were all brick platforms that stuck out of the water (what a feat of engineering!), and they were all connected by stable, though kind of scary, bridges made from some dark blue rubbery material.
So, that is the basic set-up.
The dream begins during a rainstorm. I am at my friend Shelby’s floating house, and the pizza delivery guy just showed up. But he isn’t your typical pizza delivery guy. He is tall, handsome, and mysterious. Also, he’s like in his early 30’s, so I’d hope he isn’t still delivering pizzas especially in our coastal floating town. So while I am trying to calculate a tip (which for some reason is terribly difficult for dream-me), he acts very charming and mysterious and whatever, and then he leaves.
So, there’s that.
Now, one day, I am out and about on the weird rubber bridges. I decide to go for a brisk run. As I am running, I notice that the bridges begin to sway back and forth violently, and then I become pelted by rain. I turn around and see a group of people hanging alongside a cliff, and the only thing that is keeping them up is a giant rope. It is hard to explain. Suddenly the people swing out from the cliff, clutching on the rope for dear life, and one of the women gets sucked up into a TORNADO! So I basically peace out and run away.
Then I teleported in front of an adorable, though rustic brick house. I walk in, and the house’s foyer is not how I remembered it. It’s just a long hallway with a short staircase at one end that is blocked by a wrought iron fence. On the other side of the fence are three red, wooden doors. There is a little red panel on the right side wall, and I lift up the panel cover. There is a little screen and a keyboard. I begin typing:
Me: Help me!
Me: I don’t know where else to go!
Me: Please help me :(
Other person: Okay
Other person: The code is 4107.
I punch in the little code, and the wrought iron fences disappear. Then I walk over to the middle red door, and open it. There’s just a huge, dark cavern below me. Freaky. Suddenly a little cart shows up on a metal track, and I get on. It is a cross between a carnival ride and the little vehicles in Gringott’s. But definitely more carnival-ish. It has like old lions and horses and whatever on it. Vintage.
So, in this cart there is like this giant animal contraption in front of me, and it is slowly moving towards me and squishing me in my seat. I whack at it to push it away from me.
During this weird little cart ride I realize that the owner of this house – the pizza dude – is some super eccentric guy who has this amazing little carnival place built underneath his house (I am not sure how since we are built on top of an ocean). The cart slowly comes to a stop, and I’m impatient so I try to get out of my seat. Suddenly a SHEEP shows up, and it tries to bite me. I have to find it off, and I keep screaming at it because sheep don’t have front, upper teeth, so if it bites me it isn’t going to hurt. Luckily once the cart stopped the sheep backed off.
When I originally get out of the cart I begin swearing loudly because I guess the cart ride was very traumatizing to dream me. But then I am suddenly surrounded by cute baby animals! In particular there is a Rottweiler puppy that I pick up and take with me. Adorable.
I continue walking, and it basically looks like a 1920s carnival: there are marquee lights everywhere, fresco paintings, pretty horses from a merry-go-round. And then I walk into this giant ballroom, and it is sort of like the ball scene from Labyrinth meets Moulin Rouge because everyone is dressed ridiculously. Like, this is how they wait out a terrible storm: by dressing up and having a party. But the entire place was gorgeous. It was huge, and there was a warm glow about it.
And then I woke up and had to pee.
I am at my old church for some reason, and I am sitting with my family in the front pews on the right side. And then I basically decide that this is a load of crap, and I walk out. Well, there is a funeral going on in the Fellowship Hall which is a room located right behind the main church room (whatever the proper term is). The wall separating the main church room from the Fellowship Hall can be folded to lengthen the main church room for Christmas services and whatever.
So, anyways, there is a funeral going on, but it is a weird funeral because…they have the coffin there, but they also have a buffet set up. So, that was interesting. And they’re serving all soul food, too, so I’m pretty excited. I sign the guestbook and get a plate. That’s about all that happens.
Then I leave the funeral, and at this point I am an adult who has been away for like 10+ years, but I have returned to survey the hometown that I haven’t particularly missed. I am walking around the church, and I am looking for someone. During this search I run into three pastors – one of whom is just some random dude, and the other two are pastors who retired probably 10+ years ago (in real life). Despite my lack of faith, we are somehow BFFs.
I ask one of them “hey, do you know where so and so is?”
“He teaches one of the classes here,” he responded.
(My church also had a K-8 school attached to it – which I attended – so…basically it is hell on earth)
I begin wandering around the school section until I found the correct room. I look in…and who do I found but Tom-motherfucking-Hiddleston. Aww yeah. I wave at him from the doorway, and he looks really upset to see me. L
After class we talk in the hallway, and he is really upset with me because apparently I disappeared like 3-years ago without saying anything because I decided to become an adventurer (awesome, I know). So, he acts like he doesn’t want to talk to me. Whatever. I know better.
But this is where things get weird.
Apparently I am in either full out stalker mode or just baby, come back mode, but I am hanging around the school’s cafeteria when I decide I need to change clothes – for whatever reason. I walk into the girls’ locker room, and…apparently…there is some club for voyeurism that hangs out in there. So, I just walk to one end of the room and say “uhh, I am just here to change clothes. Leave me alone!” But then there’s this huge influx of people, all of them 40+. It is very uncomfortable. At one point some old dude with glasses walks over to me, grabs whatever garment I am holding in my hands, and then he puts his finger on my lips and says “shh!” So I basically high-tail it out of there in search of Tom Hiddleston.
And that was my night.