Weird Dreams

Last night (night of 15 March):
I dreamed I was eating concrete, the loose crumbly kind, served in little gray brownie shaped and sized squares. I was sitting in the back of a small truck reading the New Testament. This was a very interesting New Testament. It included such interesting verbiage as “fuck off” and talked a lot about heroin and cocaine, and seemed to be set in the ‘80s.

I wasn’t even slightly concerned about my teeth, but by the time I was uncomfortably full of cement, I was starting to be worried about my digestive tract. I had a very clear concern about the concrete hardening into a big ball in my stomach, and thought, “Well, if that happens, they can cut me open and remove a stomach-shaped chunk of concrete.”

At that point, I realized I needed to go to the bathroom to release the cement brownies. I was apparently hanging around in a bad part of some San Diego shaped town with people that I knew – I knew them in the dream, but they weren’t people that I actually know. Two of them, a man and a young-ish woman, were business partners. They ran a strip club together, but the guy was the main owner. The young woman was delivering the bad news that four or five of their strippers were pregnant, and most of the rest of them had some other medical problem that would prevent them from working. The young woman was saying she wanted to get out of their business agreement, because it didn’t seem to be going very well. The guy said something like, “Well, I could just quit instead.” For some reason, they both seemed to think this would solve all their problems.

I turned to the other person there, an older-ish woman, to ask where I could find a bathroom. She started taking me through a very run-down building toward the back, telling me not to drink the water, and explained that there was a big bass that would go swim in the ocean, and then come and stay in the pool for a while. This was somehow an example of how bad their water was. I was puzzled about this in the dream, but did not comment.

Eventually, we got all the way through to where the bathrooms were, and I got the distinct impression that it was a casino bathroom. The old lady came in with me, for some reason, and felt the need to go stall by stall to pick me a seat. Most of the stalls were occupied; two were empty. One of the empty ones was spraying water, leaving only one feasible option. And then I woke up.

Last Friday night (night of 12 March):
I had two dreams (or, one dream with a very precipitous segue between two very unrelated halves). In the first one, KrisDi and I were living in our current house with our current yard in a very different neighborhood. All the neighboring houses were quite large. They were older, but in fairly good shape, with huge, hideous yards – almost no grass, mostly weeds and open dirt and dumped concrete and piles of rocks, including lignite.

I decided that my side yard project would be most easily completed by filling it with lignite from one of the neighbor’s piles. I’m not clear on whether or not I had permission, or if I was just assuming I could take it, or if I was knowingly stealing it. So, I carried large chunks of coal into our yard and broke them up with a hammer until I had a big, chokingly dusty black mess in my side yard. Dust was billowing out through the fence, which was annoying the immediate neighbor (even though we don’t have an immediate neighbor on that side of the house).

That’s when I started to worry about the wisdom of using lignite as a filler material. I had still planned on putting topsoil on top of it and putting grass on that, and I started imagining the underground coal burning and turning into scoria (as opposed to scoria) and other unpleasant happenings.

And then we segued into the second dream, in which KrisDi and I were in the back of a van with her parents driving us to the hospital, because she was about to have a baby. Keep in mind I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies.

Anyway, it was taking us quite some time to get to the hospital, and KrisDi seemed fairly far along to me. She kept reporting how dilated she was by measuring with a tape measure. And then I woke up. I didn’t sleep very well that night.

Posted by snaotheus

1 comment

Awesome! It sounds to me, though, as if you’ve been working with concrete too much. 🙂

And remember, I *do* know somethin’ ’bout birthin’ babies. Other people’s, too. 😀

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