chomiji | Codeine Dreams (Reply)

I slept around the clock, presumably because of the painkillers I'm on, waking from time to time (to take more painkillers and use the john). I know that I was dreaming a good deal of the time, but I only remember the one I was having just before I woke the final time, around 9:00am. And it's only a partial dream ... I think it was going on for a while before the part I recall.

Somehow I recall that earlier in the dream, it was about a little vacation house, but just before the part I recall, we'd apparently gained a whole lot of new guests, so it had grown to something more like a dormitory. There were a lot of kids staying there, maybe in the 12- to 16-yr-old range. There were also a lot of cats, and they were in colors not found in nature ... mainly, they were in things like chintz prints, and those picture-panel prints you can get in fabric stores to make curtains and throw pillows for kids' rooms!

Anyway, my room (which I seemed to have to myself) somehow had gained several more beds, making it hard to move around. And I had to move around, because it was time to return home, and I had to pack. There were piles and piles of bedding on all the beds - quilts, flannel sheets, comforters, blankets - all stacked up so that each bed had like 12-18 inches of bedding piled on it. And my clothes were under all this. As I patiently removed blankets and quilts and piled them onto the other beds, some old friends showed up to help. I remember that one of them was Harry, who briefly sort-of courted me in high school and who dated my friend K for a while (this is the same K who looks after my daughter from time to time ... that's how long I've known her). Harry was a card-playing maniac, and also collected gemstones, which he got by hunting through the discard bins in rock shops. (Maybe that's why he showed up to help me find my stuff.)

Once I got past the bedding, my stuff was still buried, this time under stacks of little kids' clothes. At this point, an elderly lady had also showed up to kibitz. My mind decided that she was the manager of the place, but also that she was related to sanada - maybe she was even sanada's grandmother. Anyway, as I was plowing past pastel little frocks and rompers in primary colors, the elderly lady said "Yes - you see, that one is definitely hers." And it was this really interesting romper that looked like it had been designed by the costumer for Cirque de Soleil: sort of a harlequin design, with black and white and areas of iridescent shimmer.

And that's all ... . I don't understand why my dreams are always so full of houses and rooms and things. I read fantasy/SF and manga almost exclusively - you think that would affect my dreams a lot more!