12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : MegaDREAM"
Oh Man! You know how when you've been deprived of sleep for so long and finally you get some heavy-duty (alpha or beta? I don't know which) waves going, you dream very strangely? This was one of those nights. I wrote down the highlights after I woke up when Stan was leaving for work. I can't remember the exact order of events, not that it matters, really.
I was in my parent's backyard, but somehow it was also our backyard. They were saying that they needed to install a river between their house and the neighbor's. I thought that would be some feat of engineering. I looked over across the yards into the Hofferber's (whose house is two houses down from my parent's house) and noticed they had a pond, like Lyle and Ann's house which is two houses down from our house. Weird. (Isn't it also weird how the neighbors are known to the people in my parent's generation by their last name, while I know our neighbors by their first names? The only neighbors we know their last names are the Connors...and that's just because we know them the best and they feed our cats when we're on vacation.
I was wearing a very strange sports bra beneath my clothes. It went up really high on my chest so that my cleavage wasn't showing at all. Then I realize I had my bra on backwards. I rearranged it so that it was on correctly. For some reason I was trying to dress sexy. I was in a large room, sort of like an auditorium, but smaller than that, maybe more like a classroom, but very modern-looking. I was sitting at a desk. There was a guy there who I had a crush on who was, for some reason, supposedly John Travolta (don't ask...I have no clue either) but he looked different from him...like maybe Travolta in his Welcome Back Kotter days crossed with someone else, but I have no clue and I don't have a crush on John Travolta! (just one of those VERY strange things in a dream). We were discussing, of all things, West Side Story, and I really wanted this person to make a move on me. I remember the last thing I said was "do you think it could really happen?" meaning the plot of West Side Story, and I was somehow relating it to me and this guy, like we were from two opposing sides of some social structure or something. (He did sort of have that high school jock quality which would've been in opposition to us "freaks.") I noticed I was wearing some very strange clothes...a long white dress with cotton lace, Converse AllStars and red socks. Too odd. Then the atmosphere of the room changed. There were more people sitting at more desks, and there were these people there who used to work for Impressions. There was an instructor or lecturer walking around the room, asking assorted trivia questions. I forgot what the question was, but I knew the answer, and it was "Obscured By Clouds" (which IRL was the Pink Floyd album Stan and I listened to before we went to bed). I answered him and he told me I was correct. As a prize I got a large container of some pink powder, which tasted like Strawberry-flavored Slim Fast or Carnation Instant Breakfast. Then everyone in the room was watching a film on a large screen and it was showing some people who were trying to bicycle from the USA to France (like the river my parents wanted to install, another amazing feat). They thought they were going to make it in three days (?!?) but they kept coming across obstacles. I guess it was sort of a documentary on them. Then it was as if I was in this film, and it was in an airport. Then it was as if I was driving, but it was a strange hybrid of driving in Madison/Denver/Milwaukee...I don't know which. All I remembered is that I didn't want to have to drive on the Beltline, so I was trying to take roads to avoid it, but it was very confusing. It was also like a combination of driving and flying because the vehicle I was in definitely seemed to be levitating in the air.