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Dream… trying to get home
I continue to have strange, vivid dreams almost every night.
Last night, I dreamed I was at work, but work was in an enormous suburban high school. It was so big that it needed shopping-mall-style map kiosks posted throughout. Auditions were being held for something that day, and there was a sign posted on a door that said “Wanted: 100 40-year-old men in cone-shaped hats.” It was my job to find rooms for these auditioners to practice and sleep in.
By the time I was done, I realized that it was 9:30 at night, and I hadn’t called Doc to let him know I’d be working late, but when I looked at my phone, I realized that he hadn’t called me either and I thought that was very strange.
I decided I had better get home pretty quick, so I packed up my stuff and went to look for my car… but I couldn’t find it. That is, I couldn’t remember how to get to the parking garage where I always parked my car. It was near the rooms where I worked, but I had no idea anymore how to get there. I began to wander through the school, wondering if the reason that I couldn’t find the garage was because I didn’t drive that day, but even in Dreamland that didn’t make sense. I found myself in the center of the school, in an enormous library. It was very much like a European city plaza, with a large flat central area and steps leading up to another level. Students were lounging all over the steps, which were covered in large red and green candy canes and wrappers. I had to pick my way carefully down the steps to the central plaza, trying not to step on anyone or their candy.
I found a map kiosk near the school’s food court and realized that the parking garage was all the way on the other side of the building.
Then I found myself in a bus stop on the side of the highway, in bright sunlight. Someone was with me, and it kept switching off between being Kathryn and Brittney. We were waiting for a bus that would stop on the OTHER side of the highway. I was unclear how this was supposed to work; would the bus driver see us and wait for us to attempt to cross four lanes of fast-moving highway traffic? Shouldn’t we really go to the other side to wait? There was other no way across except for an overpass a half mile down the road, and I was certain if we walked all the way to that, we’d miss our bus. Brittney decided to see how easily she could cross the road, so she dashed out to the center median, hopped over it, and ran almost all the way to the other side… and then turned around and tried to come back, but by this time there was a car coming. I couldn’t figure out why she didn’t just go all the way across to the bus stop, but luckily the car was able to stop in time to avoid hitting her as she ran back to the median.
Right about this time, a sherriff pulled up to our bus stop to ask what the problem was. I told him that we were trying to get to the bus stop on the other side of the highway, and he started walking off towards the overpass. He said, “why don’t you drive over there,” and handed me his keys. I got into his car, which was actually a small pizza-slice-shaped platform with wheels. I sat down on the platform, wondering where I was supposed to put my feet, and tried to put the top half of the pizza slice on top, but it was made of thin wispy tissue paper and was hard to position into place without it blowing away. There didn’t seem to be gas or brake pedals, or a steering wheel or ignition, either.
And then I woke up.