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tadpole_bac , but I had to write it down.
It was about an ex-boyfriend and his wife (whom I've never met) and my grandmother and Nolan's aunt and cousin.
It was just disturbing. On many levels. My grandmother took a road trip to Oklahoma (Would NEVER happen. Like, EVER)and no one knew where she was. When she got back, she was cryptic and metaphorical and all symbolic. (Also wouldn't happen. Granny is literal. Very literal.)
It took me like an hour to put on my makeup (10 minute job on the outside) and I was doing so in a full slip. No one wears full slips anymore with the exception of 1950's Doris Day movies, so I'm not sure what that was about. Anyhow, I was doing so in front of ex-boyfriend and his wife. The wife was in the bathtub.
None of us seemed to think this was strange. We were chatting and joking and gossiping about people that we both know, and she pulled him into the bath with her.
In true Carrie form, before the dream gets really graphic, I leave the room.
Good move, dream Carrie. Thank you.
Then my grandmother appears in the dream, coming into the room I've escaped to with a vacuum (not weird), wearing a housedress, one like she used to wear in the early eighties, singing Barry Manilow's Copacabana. (ALSO, would NEVER HAPPEN.) If Granny did know that song, I'm not certain she'd admit it, and she definitely wouldn't sing it. I don't think I've ever heard her sing anything but a hymn, come to think of it.
After her set was over (!?) and she made a comment about me putting a napkin under the glass on the dresser so it wouldn't leave a ring (!?) She left again, saying that she was moving back to Oklahoma. (!?)
Oklahoma? Really? No offense to anyone on the f-list, but why the heck would you purposefully want to go to Oklahoma?
Once the amorous bathtub couple emerged, I went back in to the bathroom and continued to put on makeup. (Even in the dream I remember thinking this was taking too long.)That's when Nolan's aunt came in and finished it for me, but had to leave because his cousin was pitching a fit.
THAT's when I realized that the room I'm in is a dressing room and I'm about to go on stage FOR A PLAY I'VE NEVER READ OR REHEARSED. The slip was my costume (I was in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, maybe?) And my grandmother was in it, too. Which was added pressure of like, "What's Granny going to do/say/perform?" Copacabana, evidently. Why that song? I think my subconscious chose it because my cousin Julie and I did lip sychs to it in the backyard when we were teenagers. Could have just as easily been California Girls, by the Beach Boys.
During the performance, the ex and his wife were front row center, cheering us on. Nolan was nowhere to be found, because if he had been, I would have demanded that he rescue me from that insanity.
Yeah, wow. There was more. But now it's gone fuzzy. Grah. Normal dreams that didn't wake me up in a panic might be appreciated, dream self. Okay? Thanks.
It probably won't be interesting to anyone but me, and possibly
tadpole_bac , but I had to write it down.It was about an ex-boyfriend and his wife (whom I've never met) and my grandmother and Nolan's aunt and cousin.
It was just disturbing. On many levels. My grandmother took a road trip to Oklahoma (Would NEVER happen. Like, EVER)and no one knew where she was. When she got back, she was cryptic and metaphorical and all symbolic. (Also wouldn't happen. Granny is literal. Very literal.)
It took me like an hour to put on my makeup (10 minute job on the outside) and I was doing so in a full slip. No one wears full slips anymore with the exception of 1950's Doris Day movies, so I'm not sure what that was about. Anyhow, I was doing so in front of ex-boyfriend and his wife. The wife was in the bathtub.
None of us seemed to think this was strange. We were chatting and joking and gossiping about people that we both know, and she pulled him into the bath with her.
In true Carrie form, before the dream gets really graphic, I leave the room.
Good move, dream Carrie. Thank you.
Then my grandmother appears in the dream, coming into the room I've escaped to with a vacuum (not weird), wearing a housedress, one like she used to wear in the early eighties, singing Barry Manilow's Copacabana. (ALSO, would NEVER HAPPEN.) If Granny did know that song, I'm not certain she'd admit it, and she definitely wouldn't sing it. I don't think I've ever heard her sing anything but a hymn, come to think of it.
After her set was over (!?) and she made a comment about me putting a napkin under the glass on the dresser so it wouldn't leave a ring (!?) She left again, saying that she was moving back to Oklahoma. (!?)
Oklahoma? Really? No offense to anyone on the f-list, but why the heck would you purposefully want to go to Oklahoma?
Once the amorous bathtub couple emerged, I went back in to the bathroom and continued to put on makeup. (Even in the dream I remember thinking this was taking too long.)That's when Nolan's aunt came in and finished it for me, but had to leave because his cousin was pitching a fit.
THAT's when I realized that the room I'm in is a dressing room and I'm about to go on stage FOR A PLAY I'VE NEVER READ OR REHEARSED. The slip was my costume (I was in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, maybe?) And my grandmother was in it, too. Which was added pressure of like, "What's Granny going to do/say/perform?" Copacabana, evidently. Why that song? I think my subconscious chose it because my cousin Julie and I did lip sychs to it in the backyard when we were teenagers. Could have just as easily been California Girls, by the Beach Boys.
During the performance, the ex and his wife were front row center, cheering us on. Nolan was nowhere to be found, because if he had been, I would have demanded that he rescue me from that insanity.
Yeah, wow. There was more. But now it's gone fuzzy. Grah. Normal dreams that didn't wake me up in a panic might be appreciated, dream self. Okay? Thanks.
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