A quest to make sense of it all. Or a sense to make a quest of it all.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Last night I had a dream. (That wasn't meant to sound so Raising Arizona but, if you like, you may start humming Beethoven's 9th here )

I was with Brandon and someone else, I think Jessica. We were in on the outskirts of a city which we thought was Memphis. We had Brandon's new pekapoo puppy with us, and he was too busy baby-talking her to help us figure out where we were. We were getting closer to the city and I was getting increasingly nervous about not knowing where to go, or even what our mission was. It occured to me to call Tamara to get Lindsey's phone number and maybe she could help us, since I was pretty sure we were indeed in Memphis (there were no signs anywhere). So I started dialing as we came to stop at a red light. While dialing, I noticed a man walking a lion behind our car. In the dream, this wasn't perceived as unusual. The man turned the lion around and started walking him along the side of the car, toward me. I looked over at Brandon and said, "This lion has huge paws" right as the lion reached his paw into the window and took a swipe at my shoulder. Right then, I reached Tamara's voicemail. I was still trying to act tough and laugh off the pain from the lion's scratching me, and I left a message asking her to please call us back. Brandon burst out laughing and said, "She's not calling back. She's lost her mind." He apparently thought this was hilarious and began laughing hysterically. He leaned out of his window, teen-movie style, wooo-hooing and laughing. So I was trying to drive through this unfamiliar city, repeatedly calling Tamara and getting voicemail, and Brandon was laughing like some crazy person. Suddenly he sat down and got quiet. I decided to call Luke (I don't know why he wasn't on this trip in the first place). I got him and he gave me directions to some friend's house. We got there and the friend, a guy, was watching porn (hetero) and making counterfeit $100 bills. The house smelled like fried chicken and I was getting nauseous. The whole situation felt really nasty and the tv kept getting bigger every time I looked at it, and the uh, action on the screen was getting more lewd. I was shaking my head and saying, "No, this isn't right. I've gotta get hold of Tamara and Lindsey." We ran out and got back in the car and drove to a mall. (?) We were walking toward the entrance and I suddenly had all these dogs on leashes. My mom's poodle, Brandon's puppy, my dad's border collie, and a couple of newcomers. They were all trying to run in different directions. Then this huge german shephard jumped out of nowhere and started attacking the little dogs. I had to get these dogs separated. Brandon and Jessica were just standing there, watching me. Down the street, the man with the lion was heading my way. Finally, Jessica said, "You can put the big one in my Monte Carlo, just make sure the window is down so he can pee." This made sense to me, and so did her car magically being in the next parking space, so I got the big dog in the car and concentrated on getting the small dogs in someone's jeep. Of course, they kept running out. I started crying, gave up, and headed toward the entrance of the mall. Where I ran into a very drunk Tamara and Lindsey. I told them my plight, and they were all, "We'll get you there! We know the way" and beckoning me down this alley behind the mall. I never made it down the alley because the lion jumped on me and I woke up.

WTF???

In other news, I'm getting a tonna hours next week, courtesy of the girl who's getting fired.

12 comments:

Palm Tree said...

Well, you got the drunk Tamara and Lindsey part all right. Except we wouldn't have been in the mall.

So, my former boss tells his new employees that I'm a psycho, and Brandon fills your dreams with scuttlebutt about me losing my mind. Great. Seems I'm adopting an insanity theme.

sarah saint said...

WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN??


Scuttlebutt is such a great word.

theogeo said...

I concur.

Scuttlebutt is a great word.

And Tamara is LOONY!!

Palm Tree said...

Our brains are the fruits of our heads. Our brains are the fruits of our heads. Our brains are the fruits of our heads.

Ripen, ripen, rhizome, ripen.

sarah saint said...

I'm not calling your crazy ass if I ever get lost in a Memphis with no signs.

Palm Tree said...

That's just as well. I know the area between where Lindsey lives and where Lindsey works quite well. And that's it.

sarah saint said...

I was calling you to get Kindsey's number, duhr.

sarah saint said...

Kindsey, who is a lot like Lindsey.

Palm Tree said...

Yeah, ripening rhizomes.

theogeo said...

Just imagine the kind of life I might have had had I been named Kindsey.

Sarah, check yo' hotmail. A sweet nugget of digital communication awaits!

(And if hotmail is off the mark, please do let me know!)

sarah saint said...

I am now a dreamer.

I'll get right on a pic for ya.

theogeo said...

Excellent! I think I sent you an e-mail a few hours ago asking (again) for a photo. I do this because I can't refrain from being drunk while I operate the interwebs, which only complicates things. So, ignore that e-mail. :)