Dream 048-050: Twisted Stairway & A Lesson in Respect

048: I was on Alabama St. in my Mom's car. It was raining and I got the impression I was home sitting for my cousin. I parked the car directly out front. I left the car running, locked all the doors, and then took the keys out of ignition. (Impossible.) The stairs out front were completely different than real-life. Cement and metal twisting upwards to the front door.

As I climbed up the stairs, my wallet fell down my pant leg. (Impossible.) I thought, "I should ask myself if I'm dreaming because it seems awfully difficult to climb these stairs!"

049: I was in some huge warehouse. There were racks of clothing everywhere. One or more people were trying to sneak up on me. I don't recall any more about it.

050: Auntie Bertha and Uncle Frank were coming up the stairs of what I thought was my house. I said "Hi" to both of them, and my Auntie Bertha didn't respond. So I raised my voice and said "Hello Auntie Bertha!" She just gave me this look.

I followed her into the bathroom and was like "What's your problem?" She then gave me a brief speech about respect. I gave her a military salute and walked out.

-January 14, 1998

Dream 011: Unwelcome Guests & Epic Festive Party

I was walking down my block towards the cross street, when a car with two girls stopped honked, and flirted with me from an old Camaro. The girls were overweight, the Camero was thrashed, I spent a few seconds checking them out to see if they were worthwhile. I turned away, they honked again, I held out my hand and waved. Then they drove off.

There were many people on my block, in fact a neighbor brought me a half a watermelon that was sort of shredded. There was also a repair man waiting at my front door. They all tried to walk-in when I got home, I told them to wait out front. I searched the house for my Mom and Grandfather I couldn't find them at first. I vividly remember walking upstairs, my Mom's door was shut, my Grandpa's door was open but I didn't see him inside. I thought there should be a message from my Mom about "the status of the household." I had two voice messages so I checked them. I don't remember the messages.

Next I hear my Grandfather coming home. I go to the front door to greet him - all the people waiting at the front walked into the (entry) hall. I sneered at them to leave and I walked out onto the porch. A very hostile and an upset repair man said "I'm not going to argue with you any more."

I went back inside and it sort of became a Christmas party. A very decorative and epic one. My living room was about twice its ordinary size. There was a grand table with many people sitting at. My Grandfather was at the center. My Auntie Bertha was at the end, my Mom was absent but I looked for a chair space for her. There was one next to my Grandfather's right, with a tall Christmas tree in her place.

I remember thinking - my Mom must have went to the party without me - a party that was happening in real life. The living room was beautifully made up with gold and silver and the ceiling must have been 30ft high. It was very elegant.

-November 29, 1997