I had a dream last night that I lost one of my front teeth and there was a big gaping hole in my smile. I awoke to find half a tooth missing. A large molar filling I had received a few months ago just fell out entirely sometime in the night. Now I only have half a tooth back there. Guess I need to have it pulled.
Start
I swiftly lost my bearings in the mist, unsure of which door I had entered. Mist and shadow obscured the room’s ceiling, if it indeed had one. I was not alone. A small crowd of people gathered around the room’s only feature: an antique traffic signal, shining red and, strangely enough, blue light across the puzzled faces. The glow illuminated the numeral 3, painted on each bulb. I stood with the others, pondering the signal. 3 and 3. 33? What had happened to the yellow and green lights? Perhaps it wasn’t a traffic signal at all.
I noticed a man standing apart from the crowd, studying one of the rooms’ four simple doors. For some reason my mind recalled the stage from my old theatre days. Spare, but efficient, the cornerstone of new worlds. I approached the man.
“Tired of standing about yammering as well, eh?” he asked. “Me too. I’m ready.”
“Ready?” I asked. I could already tell from his bearing that he was of an adventurous disposition. “Ready for what?” I never know what to do with my hands in these situations, so I put them in my pockets. Eh, what’s this?
“To open a door, of course! Only question is who gets to choose first.”
“I suppose we could roll for it,” I said, showing him the dice I had discovered in my pocket.
“Aye, that’s the spirit,” he grinned. We crouched near the marble floor, each tossing a die. The clattering bones echoed up into the room’s dark, infinite spaces.
Every dance is made of steps
The other night I went to one of those speed dating events I had heard about from TV and movies. The idea is that each woman sits at a table and each guy visits with the woman for six minutes before moving on. You takes notes about each other and, at the end of the evening, turn in your favorites. If any of your favorites selected you in return you are notified so that you can connect at some future time.
I discovered that:
1. I have no problem being socially outgoing, starting conversations, discussing honesty and relationships, and smiling a lot with sixteen women I don’t know.
2. I’m comfortable being myself and being single. I didn’t have an overwhelming need to make anyone like me.
3. I didn’t find anyone I’d be interested in dating.
I ran into Caroline, an ex-girlfriend, there and we talked at great length. I was actually glad to see her and the conversation wasn’t strained or awkward. At least *I* didn’t feel that way.
Well, I guess it is back to the monkery for me…
Whack dreams
The past two nights I have had dreams involving House of Whack, my board game. The night before last I had one of those transcendant dreams where I knew I was being given important information about the true nature of reality, but I could not hope to take it into waking life. I remember a crone or perhaps a hermit spreading the rooms out like a tarot reading. I don’t think anyone really understands what happens inside my head when I think of the game. They see a board game, but I see something else.
Last night’s dream involved a Kinko’s or something. The place was being robbed or I was being threatened somehow. The assailant was holding me at gunpoint and asking me to explain the contents of the House of Whack box. There was a story resting on top of the game components. I took it out and pulled out some room cards so I could show this person how the rooms connected together. I noticed that there were rooms I had not created for the game.
Renewal
This morning I discovered bright green grass sprouting up through all the dead dirt in my back yard. This is the same yard I watered every day in the spring, but without result. And now there’s going to be grass, without intervention on my part, unexpected and seemingly out of season. Sometime things happen in their own time, according to a mysterious schedule I cannot accelerate or delay.
X-Wing Dream
My dreams were all over the map early this morning. One of them had to do with some kind of private company’s acquisition of an X-Wing fighter that had crash-landed on Earth. I wasn’t actually in the dream, just sort of watching it. Michael Madsen played this billionaire playboy who owned the company that had retrieved the fighter. They were repairing it and retrofitting it so that it worked kind of like a flying car. There was a scene where he took it for a spin around this parking garage/airstrip just beneath his penthouse apartment. He longed to fly it off the edge of the building and into the sky, but he knew it wasn’t ready yet. In another scene, an engineer presented his findings to his peers, showing how the X-wing solved a few design issues that had been plaguing him on the design of his own plane.
Serenity
Thanks to a heads up from Stavros, I now hold a pass to the advance screening of Serenity on the 28th! Yes!
Hottie Builder
Could the person making posts under the name “Hottie Builder” please identify themselves? How do I know you?
Date with Alyson
When I started watching Buffy, I immediately developed an embarrassing schoolboy crush on Willow, played by Alyson Hannigan. Last night, in a dream, we went out on a date. Unfortunately, my dream version of Alyson was really awkward and uncommunicative, accessing my databanks and deciding to use my first girlfriend as source material. Oh well.
I miss those Buffy dreams, hanging out on the set with the Scooby gang, chillin’ with Oz.