Tuesday, 29 December 2009

lily, the pizza hut keyboard and the coed shower

what i first remember from dream 1 last night was standing on lily tomlins townhouse doorstep, somewhere in new york, in what looked like a pretty normal middle-class street. she was i think the second to the last house on the street that then ran perpendicular into a new street and on the other side of that new street was a hill that went down to a river and on the other side of the river was another big green hill that rose up into other hills with trees. (this is probably from the pictures i found on the net while looking for the thornfield hall from jane eyre last night) i told lily she looked really good and that she hadnt changed much from what i remember her as a child. she said she "gets help" which i took to mean plastic surgery or botox or something. she had light brown hair and was wearing an oversized blue shirt that buttoned up. it looked like she was dressed as somebody who cleaned houses for a living, rather plain. i asked her about this old log cabin house across the street that looked abandoned and she said it belonged to some chinese guy who owned the little store next to it, which was going out of business, so if i waited til he had to sell then i might get it for cheaper (i wanted to buy it and fix it up, but hilde wasnt so sure about it, i dont think she wanted to buy it). lily owned a little store herself and i think she was the one who put him out of business, not intentionally. the chinese guy, although i dont remember seeing him, looked like the guy who does the voice of pos father in kung fu panda, or thats who i imaged him to be. the name of the store was something like "ah" or "ang" something which i think comes from the ah-so picture i found on flickr yesterday.

then i walked across the street, there was snow on the ground (there is snow outside here where we live) and walked around that log cabin house to look into the windows. suddenly the house was way bigger than what i thought it was. it was super long. (this is probably from the extreme makeover home edition hilde and i watched yesterday where the house they built didnt look very big from the outside, but had many rooms on the inside and looked rather large) upon looking in the windows i noticed that each room was occupied by a homeless-drug-user-looking person(s). i was really disappointed because i really wanted to buy the place, but it didnt look like it would be possible now since it was fully occupied.

i remember going into that building or a similar building which at the end after coming out was actually a giant pizza hut inside a shopping mall. but inside it reminded me of a homeless shelter with all sorts of people. in the bottom was a club of some sorts and way back in the corner was a white iron door with a little metal peephole door that opened on hinges and a bouncer dressed in all white with dark hair slicked straight back. he wouldnt let me in to the back room, past that door. i shyed away after being denied entry and went upstairs where i found a bunch of weird and original looking small keyboards. just like the kids one we have here in our house my youngest son was playing yesterday. i had a friend with me, i think it was HH, but im not sure. anyways this friend was skeptical for some reason to my musical talents and as i started to make a tune on this keyboard this friend actually liked what i was playing. after what i think was a really long time, like 2 hours, i went out of the building and saw a big pizza hut sign over the entrance. then i sat down at this park bench in the middle of the g├ągata and i think my byu freshman class friends showed up and sat down with me, then all of the sudden john travolta came and sat down and had really long hair, not in a pony tail and he was our old friend. he was really happy, almost seemed drunk, then he got up and went to the table/bench next to us and started talking to the people there who he didnt know but he charmed them right away and becames friends with them too.

after this i remember no transition into this next dream, what ill call dream 2. i was in a public shower of some sort and everybody there was naked. there were both girls and guys there and even really young children. one thing that was strange was we were all standing up against a wall and behind us was like a 6-7 foot drop off, all tiled, but on the opposite wall was the soap, so if you tried to grab it and werent careful, it was really slippery, you would fall down into the "pit". one kid fell down, then another kid kind of fell on top of him, but they didnt seem to get too hurt. the second kid to fall was the motorcycle kid from the malcom in the middle episode i saw last night. the first kid looked like him, but had blonder hair and seemed to be his little brother. i think i was standing next to T Stratton. then i walked further down the shower hall and there was an open doorway and i looked into the next shower room and there were 2 naked girls, i think they were probably in their teens and they looked as if they had soap all over their bodies and the one closest too me started putting on a white gstring underpants and i was like "what are you doing? you need to wash off the soap first or youll get all itchy" (i had said this to one of my own children the other day after he had taken a bath), but then i noticed that i wasnt soap but little spots of lotion. i think the gstring was from the intolerably fabulous movie with george clooney we started watching the other day, when i guy from the lost boys was in the hotel room with his mistress, except her gstring type underwear was red. the other naked girl reminded me a little of M Finsen. i remember not being turned on at all, or at least not allowing myself to get turned on, and telling them that after living here for 10 years, ive totally become accustomed to nudity, whereas before i moved here, i would never have been able to be in a place like this.

i know there was more to my dreams, i think there was even a dream before the lily tomlin part, but i cant remember anything more.

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