Cracked Ipad, 280Z, and Brewery Parties
In my dream we moved back into a party
house that I used to go to in Riverside many years ago (though not
really). The house was like 4 stories tall and very old and partially
dilapidated. I remembered from the past (dreams and life) that the upper
stories were rooms and rooms of dusty lives left right up to the moment
they were abandoned. You could walk through them like a museum spying
on other peoples lives. But the floors and stairs were old and unstable,
it was very dangerous to walk those hallways but so interesting that
you had to walk them.
The ground floor was the one we lived on the most. The front half was a huge living room/dining room. It was kind of like a furniture store with couches, tables, and chairs scattered everywhere. There were dining tables and chairs lined up so that at least 50 people could all eat at once. We were very excited to be back there and having a chance to live where so many wonderful times were had.
The plot was that I fell asleep on one of the couches and when I woke up my ipad had a cracked screen. I was very upset and went to look for Dennis and Andrew. They were in the back half of the ground floor where there was a vast industrial cafeteria style kitchen. They told me there was no hope. So we all went and got into the Datsun 280Z with Dennis driving, me in the passenger side and you and the boys in the back.
The Datsun 280Z was in the back yard which was over grown and very dark. We started up the hill on a dirt path. We had to backup and move over so another car, the neighbors who live in the basement, could pass by us, then we went up the hill.
As we went higher and higher it got brighter and brighter. Soon it was full sunlight on a forest and there was a lake on the side of the road. There were logs floating down a river and into the lake. The logs floated over to a damn and then each log floated up onto a conveyor belt that move the log up over the damn and into the mill pond. We drove up past the damn and into a clearing where there was a brewery and a party going on. But the people at the party were so posh that I felt uncomfortable and we soon left. Bye bye!
That is just a taste of the dream. As with all dreams there was so much more. Details like how the ground at the brewery was unpaved dirt a very light beige colored and the seats in the car were so small we barely fitted in and the logs behaved very precisely and according to plan. There was the darkness of the house and the basement neighbors with their menacing manners and Mercedes Benz.
The ground floor was the one we lived on the most. The front half was a huge living room/dining room. It was kind of like a furniture store with couches, tables, and chairs scattered everywhere. There were dining tables and chairs lined up so that at least 50 people could all eat at once. We were very excited to be back there and having a chance to live where so many wonderful times were had.
The plot was that I fell asleep on one of the couches and when I woke up my ipad had a cracked screen. I was very upset and went to look for Dennis and Andrew. They were in the back half of the ground floor where there was a vast industrial cafeteria style kitchen. They told me there was no hope. So we all went and got into the Datsun 280Z with Dennis driving, me in the passenger side and you and the boys in the back.
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The Datsun 280Z was in the back yard which was over grown and very dark. We started up the hill on a dirt path. We had to backup and move over so another car, the neighbors who live in the basement, could pass by us, then we went up the hill.
As we went higher and higher it got brighter and brighter. Soon it was full sunlight on a forest and there was a lake on the side of the road. There were logs floating down a river and into the lake. The logs floated over to a damn and then each log floated up onto a conveyor belt that move the log up over the damn and into the mill pond. We drove up past the damn and into a clearing where there was a brewery and a party going on. But the people at the party were so posh that I felt uncomfortable and we soon left. Bye bye!
That is just a taste of the dream. As with all dreams there was so much more. Details like how the ground at the brewery was unpaved dirt a very light beige colored and the seats in the car were so small we barely fitted in and the logs behaved very precisely and according to plan. There was the darkness of the house and the basement neighbors with their menacing manners and Mercedes Benz.
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