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Just a Dream
Nov. 27th, 2010 09:12 am
Had to refill my Elavil, so it reminded me...
Dreamed the other day, not a big dream or anything, but I wasn't at work in it, so it has significance if for only that reason.
I was sitting in a cozy room full of rosewood furniture, hardwood floor, pillows galore tossed around, with some rock star. I want to say it was a younger Robert Plant, but it might have been the lead singer of Train... anyway, it was some rock guy who was vaguely familiar to me. It was cold in the cozy room in my dream, even though there was a fireplace complete with fire (probably because my physical room was cold, to the point of me pushing the dog out of bed in my sleep trying to push my feet under her for more warm). Thinking about it now, the cozy room would not have looked out of place in a music video for Norwegian Wood (the cover by PM Dawn of course, not the original).
For some unknown reason I had shoved a couple of clamshell DVD cases under my leather coat in an attempt to get insulated or something. I mean, that's why I think I had DVD clamshells shoved under my coat, but maybe it's normal for me to walk around that way in my dreams. Maybe I had just shoplifted them, or smuggled them into the cozy room so Generic Rock Guy would sign them... Dunno.
Anyway, he was looking through a photo album and listening to me ramble on about whatever I was rambling on about, throwing me an, 'uh huh' or 'yeah, yeah' every once in awhile. Eventually he looked up at me, and by this time I had my hands stuffed between my thighs & my feet tucked up under me in a vain attempt to get warm. He asked, "do you want to get into the bed?" Of course, suddenly there was a bed in the room, a big tall old-fashioned bed with ornate brass head and foot boards, covered in big fluffy quilts and feather pillows. It was snowy white with the brass shining like gold in the firelight, and looked totally out of place in the cozy wooden room with Generic Rock Guy. I told him, "I thought you'd never ask" like the bed had been there all along. So he got undressed - down to a set of long johns/thermal underwear and got into the bed, with his feet at the head of the bed so he could lay on his side & continue looking at the photo album. I took my coat off & stood there, momentarily perplexed by the avalanche of DVD clamshells that fell out of it onto the floor (what the fuck, I mean, seriously, who walks around with a bunch of DVDs in their coat & forgets about them?), but got into the bed. I really wanted to scrunch down into that pile of blankets, but because GRG was laying the wrong way, I laid in the same direction and just pulled what blanket I could over me. I tried to get comfortable, tried to see past his hair (musta been more Robert Plant than Pat Monahan at that point - there was a lot of blonde curly hair to see over) to the photo album but it was too awkward and I was too cold to expose more of myself, so I just laid there w/my arm outstretched under my head & one hand on his shoulder.
I probably fell asleep with my feet out from under the covers & laying on top of my arm.
Dreamed the other day, not a big dream or anything, but I wasn't at work in it, so it has significance if for only that reason.
I was sitting in a cozy room full of rosewood furniture, hardwood floor, pillows galore tossed around, with some rock star. I want to say it was a younger Robert Plant, but it might have been the lead singer of Train... anyway, it was some rock guy who was vaguely familiar to me. It was cold in the cozy room in my dream, even though there was a fireplace complete with fire (probably because my physical room was cold, to the point of me pushing the dog out of bed in my sleep trying to push my feet under her for more warm). Thinking about it now, the cozy room would not have looked out of place in a music video for Norwegian Wood (the cover by PM Dawn of course, not the original).
For some unknown reason I had shoved a couple of clamshell DVD cases under my leather coat in an attempt to get insulated or something. I mean, that's why I think I had DVD clamshells shoved under my coat, but maybe it's normal for me to walk around that way in my dreams. Maybe I had just shoplifted them, or smuggled them into the cozy room so Generic Rock Guy would sign them... Dunno.
Anyway, he was looking through a photo album and listening to me ramble on about whatever I was rambling on about, throwing me an, 'uh huh' or 'yeah, yeah' every once in awhile. Eventually he looked up at me, and by this time I had my hands stuffed between my thighs & my feet tucked up under me in a vain attempt to get warm. He asked, "do you want to get into the bed?" Of course, suddenly there was a bed in the room, a big tall old-fashioned bed with ornate brass head and foot boards, covered in big fluffy quilts and feather pillows. It was snowy white with the brass shining like gold in the firelight, and looked totally out of place in the cozy wooden room with Generic Rock Guy. I told him, "I thought you'd never ask" like the bed had been there all along. So he got undressed - down to a set of long johns/thermal underwear and got into the bed, with his feet at the head of the bed so he could lay on his side & continue looking at the photo album. I took my coat off & stood there, momentarily perplexed by the avalanche of DVD clamshells that fell out of it onto the floor (what the fuck, I mean, seriously, who walks around with a bunch of DVDs in their coat & forgets about them?), but got into the bed. I really wanted to scrunch down into that pile of blankets, but because GRG was laying the wrong way, I laid in the same direction and just pulled what blanket I could over me. I tried to get comfortable, tried to see past his hair (musta been more Robert Plant than Pat Monahan at that point - there was a lot of blonde curly hair to see over) to the photo album but it was too awkward and I was too cold to expose more of myself, so I just laid there w/my arm outstretched under my head & one hand on his shoulder.
I probably fell asleep with my feet out from under the covers & laying on top of my arm.
