Dreams between 2:30am and 9:30am on October 28th, 2009

I slept like a log last night, and here are the result:

Dream #1:

The first dream started as Uncle Pat and I digging around in the basement of our old house in Illinois for something important. Uncle Pat was drunk, which I found normal in the dream because his dream-self was an alcoholic. The basement had a wooden cellar door that lead into the backyard, a feature that our current Roseburg house has but the real Illinois house did not. There were boxes scattered about that I was tasked to look through while Pat looked through some of his own. After a time, we decided to stop and "join the others" upstairs - up until that point, I thought it was just he and I.

So we go upstairs, and there's literally a family reunion going on. Uncle Pat wanted to meet me for drinks at a local bar later on, and he set off on foot. I had an idea of what the bar looked like and all I remember was a lot of cobblestones.

I don't remember much of this "reunion" other than me sitting in my grandmother's room, looking out of the window at everyone eating at tables set up in the garden. This was unusual because the Illinois house was just one floor, whereas I was clearly on a second floor peering down into the garden - another mixture of the Roseburg house and the Illinois house. Symbolism is in there somewhere, I'm sure of it.

While I'm watching my family from afar, a group of about seven black women appear. All but two of them are dream created - one is my cousin Lisa's mother-in-law, and the other is my old boss from King Soopers whose name I can't remember.

As an aside, I worked for the service desk of a Kroger grocery store chain called King Soopers for about six months when I lived in Denver. One of the managers was the woman in the dream, and she was rather unpleasant. She was in her late 20's, early 30's, was tall with short hair, and always wore some type of ladies' suit. She wasn't very nice at all. Her lesbian girlfriend rudely demanded her checks cashed for free at the service desk. Karma would have it that the two of them were involved in a collision while on a motorcycle - the girlfriend died, and the boss suffered brain damage. So it goes.

So back to the dream. Here's my old boss whose name I can't remember, standing with a group of women who are calling for me. I answer them out of the window, and they all start hollering at me. The shouting dies down and someone demands that I pay my old boss $75 for slander. I guess telling the truth about people being mean is slander.

At this point, I remember Uncle Pat calling from the bar. While I was talking to Pat, the angry women had made their way into the house and were standing in the hallway outside of my grandma's room. I put Pat on hold and went out to confront them. They were livid about this ridiculous scenario, and I was upset that they were not considering family first (me being the family, not my bitchy ex-boss). They ended up leaving, and Uncle Pat hung up. I don't remember what happened after that.

Dream #2:

In this dream, I was sitting at a dining room table with a group of people that I didn't know. Uncle Pat was there and he was sober. Though this dream felt tied to my previous dream, he wasn't an alcoholic. I think the people at the table were friends of his. We were staying at the home of the dinner host, who looked a lot like actor John Mahoney. There was a knock at the door, and the dinner host announced that it was his daughter. I was apprehensive to answer the door, and suspicious of who was on the other side. As I was looking through the peephole, the door abruptly opened and a short, fat, blonde woman in a tie-dyed shirt and sweat pants came in. She had luggage and was confused as to who I was. I remember waking up and rolling over after this, but I don't remember any dreams afterward.