blog@cliffdweller

Here're a couple more odd dreams from last night:

Dream #1:
In Dallas, I was staying at a condo that I apparently owned. Someplace I only visit occasionally, but was all mine. From the window you could see Las Colinas on a clear day, but you couldn't see Fort Worth. People I know from San Francisco were visiting me and they were complaining about Dallas. I had to keep reminding them that they were only visiting and nobody cared if they were snooty.

Dream #2:
On Some kind of boat, floating up and down the street in Dallas (uh oh, two dreams in Dallas in one night), we were watching an episode of The Simpsons. It was a special episode that had me in it.

Some of the kids from my youth group were there with me watching the world premiere of this particular episode. In the episode, after the car fell in the ocean and the bad guy who was chasing us all turned out to be really stupid, we ended up in the animated version of lobby of the condo that I owned (crossover from one dream to another?) At some point, I declared the show the "worst episode ever" and got up to walk out. So animated me got up and walked back onto the boat that was cruising up and down the street in downtown Dallas. Oh, and when I walked out of the cartoon, the animated condo and The Simpsons exploded.

John B. was in this part of the dream. He and some of his friends from the Dallas area were on the boat somewhere and I had to find them and let them know that we were going to meet Roger Moore and go to the Spaghetti Warehouse for dinner.

Of course, I didn't catch up with them and ended up on the wrong end of downtown and had to catch a street car back to the right end of town. I pulled the stop cord on the street car and the driver moaned about having to stop. But he did stop and I got off.

Then I started walking back towards the right end of town. Some skinny guy with straight, shoulder length hair and hagar slacks walked right up to me and started being way too friendly, I figured he was planning to mug me so I had instant distrust. I pretended to call 911 on my not-working RAZR phone to make him go away but it didn't work.

Finally we ended up under a bridge in theater seats watching a big fire in the special under-bridge hearth. The whole area was shaped like The Grassy Noll (It was Dallas, after all). The skinny creepy guy was still there as was my twin (!) when Roger Moore called my workinh iPhone to tell me we were meeting at my mothers instead of the Spaghetti Warehouse. And he told me to bring a Cigar.

Leifo happened to drive by at that exact instant, and Maggie J. was in the car with him. So they picked me up and started driving me to my mom's house for lunch with Roger Moore. For some reason, Leif decided to pretend he was in London and drove us there on the wrong side of the street.

So what do you think? too many cookies before bedtime?