Manta Ray Sautee

The first one was that I was driving along a tree-lined road and came across numerous small water parks. One of them had an incredibly tall, winding, yellow waterslide that was irresistable - I think I was on my way to work but I got out t0 slide on it a few times. At one point I was in a covered part of the slide, like a long tube , and there were kids behind me and kids in front of me, and then Harrison was on this little boat and skidded around all the kids so he could slide next to me. And I wished it wasn't so crowded in there.
Then H. and I were at my sister's house, which overlooked a beach. At one point I walked down to the beach and saw a huge stingray/manta ray thing on the beach, flopping around and flipping up sand. It was freakish. Then I went back to the house and for some reason someone needed empty conch shells, and Sarah handed me three huge live conchs that I was supposed to boil (I think this is because you told me about your lobsters last night) to get the animals out. I put them in a large sautee pan and then they were no longer conchs but mini sting rays. I piled three of them on top of each other and they barely fit in the pan, and their eyes were rolling and their fins were flapping, and they looked very slick and were cooking very very slowly.

Not to worry

I'll have to write you a separate email regarding your post. I haven't been able to remember my dreams for the last two nights (although I did have a brief one about watching the freight boat full of cars sink in the harbor and telling the Times and no one wanted to go over to see). Last night I dreamed that I was supposed to be performing in a play, and the night of the play, the hour of the play had arrived and, of course, I had never ever read my lines and they were hand written and I couldn't even read half of them. And I told everyone that I was simply going to have to hold the script in my hand and read from it or there would be no play. And I was standing back stage watching the other actors walk on out cue, but I wasn't sure what my cue was so I kept waiting and then I got lost somewhere in the theatre and then had a panic attack because I remembered that I was supposed to be acting and had I completely missed my entrance?

This is not about a dream.

This is about no dreams, or not remembering dreams, or about no time or energy (HB pronounces it En-gee) to write about dreams in the morning before they disappear like those stars you wrote about earlier. And how I am afriad that is a metaphor for my life and I am forgetting about my dreams? The other dreams, the life goal ones, not the ones you have while you're sleeping. Am I just hum-drumming through my life from one swearing-as-I-assemble-the-new-talking-soccer-goal moment to the next? Why do I let myself snap at the kids, yell at the kids, so that HB has to say things like, "Mama, you said that so loud that you accidentally hurt my ears." with his hands over his ears like some DSS poster child. There should be a caption under his sad little face saying something clever and thought-provoking about sticks and stones.
I do vaguely remember that the kids were in my dream last night. Which is kinda strange because I don't usually dream about them. But no details. Maybe it's for the best, I was probably just yelling at them about using too much soap when they wash their hands.

Dave Chapelle and flexible cake-filled skyscrapers

heh. I was walking up the stairs of a big glass condo/skyscraper to check out an apartment in which I might possibly live. On each new floor there was leftover cake sitting on a table, and I and a bunch of other people kept eating cake with our hands, shoving it into our mouths - the last one was a rubbery chocolate cake that someone said tasted like an orange peel. I went into one of the apartments, which was just a huge room with windows all around showing a gorgeous view of the city (Boston?). I was feeling slightly nervous about being up so high. Then a gust of wind blew the skyscraper and it felt like the whole thing was coming down - my stomach dropped like on a roller coaster and I pretty much was sure we were going to die and go down with the building, but once the wind stopped everything was fine. Then I was looking down at a view of the city...a huge hill covered with buildings and trees, like a gigantic
Beacon Hill... it looked gorgeous and perfect. There was a huge horse farm on the edge of the city and I was watching horses trot around and it seemed so nice and bucolic to have near an urban area. One of the horses tried to jump out of the paddock but got caught on the fence. Then a man, woman and child came riding by very close to me on a dapple-grey that was costumed in all kinds of .... horse costume. (?) Then I was in a parking garage with Dave Chapelle... we were trying to escape because we had to get off the bus we had been on (?), and then we were in the streets of NYC, and I kept looking into all these grungy, dirty, dark looking restaurants and wondering who in their right mind would eat in them. Then we had to walk through one of the restaurants to get to where ever the hell we were going, and it was very tight and very steep, and I was carrying a suitcase and I kept slipping because it was like walking up a slide, even though it was in the middle of the restaurant. There was more but I have to go to work and I can't really remember anything else...

Very Boring

Wow, that picture is huge. Well, I suppose it represents the enormously boring dream I had last night about my long -lost friend Mary G, who came to my house and was telling me about a family she was referring to me. YAAAWWWWN.

'Specially compared to your star-studded, snow covered dream.

Snow Room

I think you were with me...we were walking down a street in NYC and a woman stepped out of a storefront and invited us inside. We walked in and the whole inside of the store/room was covered in snow - there was about two feet on the ground, but it was also clinging to the walls and the ceiling. It was dripping. The woman was asking us questions about the room, what we thought of it, like it was a survey. By the time we were walking out of the store, most of the snow had melted and there were large puddles all over. The woman mentioned that she needed a photographer for an upcoming event, and I couldn't find my card in my wallet and was angry with myself for not being prepared. Then I was supposed to be going to some show with H., and I was looking for dresses in a big department store. I considered a long, red, velvet dress that came all the way up and covered my neck, covered my entire body (last night I shopped online for winter coats and bought a long, raspberry colored one, so that's where that came from). Then I ran into Clint Eastwood walking down the street, and he wanted me to come with him, so I did. I was afraid walking down the street because it seemed like a crime-ridden area. Clint was dressed very fashionably. I thought he wanted to have sex with me and I was about to back out, but then he brought me into this giant apartment and asked me to clean it - that's all he wanted from me . I was picking up all sorts of fancy suits and ties off the floor and hanging them up, but then it was getting late and I had to rush back to get to the show I was supposed to see.

Bagels and Jim

Interesting coincidence about your Jim dream - I hadn't even read your post and was about to post my own regarding last night's dream,when I worked at a bagel place and had some sort of relationship with him. Of course, most of the details are gone...there was me trying fruitlessly to work the register and no one helping me. But there was something about he and are were supposed to secretly meet up after work... Oh man this is getting aggravating because I dream all night long but can't retain hardly any of it!

Once upon a time

Okay, for some reason, we were living up in the woods behind our house - way up past the Woods' property. Brian was clearing some land and we were basically camping, but in an 18th century, canvas tent, Brian had long hair kind of way. There was a huge boulder that separated our camp from the Woods' camp, and when Brian cleared enough land to expose the face of the rock, it looked just like one from Easter Island. It was freaking me out and I was afraid it would fall on the house we were going to build.
Then I was bathing in a Roman BathHouse type thing, where the bath tub was open to a big pool and Jamie Fraser (hunky Scottish guy from my book) was around somewhere- I could hear his voice- and I wasn't going to mind at all if he saw me naked.

I am a loser

Whatever. it was a very very very nice dream. With making out and everything.

Dinosaur Hunting

Okay, Im going to start with the dinosaur one, because I am afraid I will forget it. I was sitting at home and an old participant came back to see me (at my house) and brought her parents. Then she told me to wait there for her son to be dropped off, while she and her parents went outside to "blaze up". When I realized that was a very bad idea, I went outside and saw Jim in my yard wearing camouflage, a bunch of baby cows just walking around, and then a smallish (hippo-sized) triceratops and stegasaurus hanging deer-style by the carriage house. Then I saw pt and her parents smoking a joint in the cemetary. Final thought: I am so not giving her those WalMart cards she wanted.

poodles

All I can remember is crossing a snowy road and getting to the other side where there was a bunch of wet, dirty, melting snow alongside the sidewalk, and a bunch of people were milling around there (bus stop?) and a black teenager held his hand out to me so I could grab it and more easily get over the snowbank. On the sidewalk, a girl walked by me in a skirt, with two dogs on a leash, a white poodle and a bichon frise. She was smoking. That's it.

Non-Linear

I'm losing the details rapidly, but there was a barrage of different things going on last night: I was watching a herd of horses from above, as if I was in a helicopter...Arabians from someone's farm, and they were running around on an extremely steep hill in Arizona that was strewn with hay; I was at some hotel (?) or mall-world type place, which had running waterfalls and waterslides everywhere - there was a huge one that I was dying to go on but kept getting interrupted; I was meeting with Harrison but then a Russian gangster (?) pulled him aside to talk to him and was giving me dirty looks... I don't know, I guess that's all I can remember now. Oh! I just remembered something from last night: I was driving to knitting night (had been invited during the day to someone's house, for real) with four other women in the car, and took a quick left and then lost control of the car, which nearly slammed into a fence of someone's house... when I finally got to the house it was on a big farm, similar to yours...

What I think

So, this is where we'll talk dreams, theory and reality. And it you don't feel like or can't make a linear story, I think it should be ok if we just list moments and images. Which I am going to do now because I'm at your house hanging out. Last night: aw jeez, now I forget most of it. Something about being in a big auditorium... and playing with the ruffles of a giant Cinderella- type ball gown. Man, it was definitely more vivid for most of the day and now has faded pretty dramatically. Well, that's disappointing. But it underscores the fact that we need to get our dreams down as soon after leaving the dreamworld as possible. When you're really trying to remember the details of your dreams, they seem to become more elusive..it's like looking directly at a star in the sky, and it disappears when you stare right at it, so you have to kind of look to the side and see it out of the corner of your eye. You know? Anyway, dinner appears ready and so I will take leave of you now. Sweet and curious dreams to you, my friend.