I had one of those reoccurring dreams where I'm looking through the closet in the room in my parent's house which used to be my bedroom 30 years ago. I know that I'll find clothes, especially tops, that I haven't worn for years--and that mysteriously still fit and are still stylish--and I do. I'm trying on all these clothes that I'd forgotten about that I can now wear again. Then the room mutates into my own bedroom, sort of, except it is more like a long van or a bus that is parked out on the side of our house in place of where our bedroom is. The logistics of placing any vehicle in our yard IRL is literally impossible due to the various retaining walls and concrete steps on the street and the alley. And even if there was an accessible grassy slope to drive a vehicle up there, there'd be no room on that side of the house, unless one removed the bedroom. I'm sitting a few seats back in the bus/van. I'm not sure what I'm doing...reading? Working on my laptop? Just waiting? There's a drunken Keith Richards-esque guy across the street (not Keith, but acts/looks like him) standing on a retaining wall, babbling and shouting. IRL, there is no retaining wall across the street. There is a woman walking by my side of the bus and she looks in and sees me. She is no one I know IRL, but I know her somehow in the dream. She comes on the bus. I forget what happened next.

Edited to add:

I do remember what happened after the woman came onto the bus! The bus mutated into a restaurant, and there were other people there. I was given a menu, possibly by a waitress who might have been the same woman who walked on the "bus." I started reading the menu, and I told the waitress that I didn't recognize the writing. There was a man sitting across the aisle who I think was Stan's father, although his nose wasn't as big and he looked a little more average ya-hey Wisconsinish rather than a cross between Alan Ginsberg and Francis Ford Coppolla. He looked over at me, at which point either the waitress or he gave me different menu. This time I "recognized" it, however I don't really know what recognizing it entailed.

Labels: Dreams