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Dreams and Nightmareland

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[Nov. 27th, 2003|08:15 am]
Dreams and Nightmareland


[mood |sleepysleepy]
[music |Fountains of Wayne]

We (we being me and my family?) are living in a big house that is (as usual) an indoor / outdoor space, with walls and ceilings that are sometimes there and sometimes aren’t, and so forth. The main floor also seems to be sometimes at ground level and sometimes one (or more) stories above the ground. The house isn’t exactly ‘run down’, but seems oddly unfinished; undecorated, bare walls and floors, raw concrete and cardboard grays and wood browns for color, and so forth.

A couple who we don’t know is getting married. There’s a monastery (or something to that effect) inside the house (!) that you reach through a fenced-off “alley” type area behind the kitchen, and that’s where the wedding is taking place. The bride and groom, who we don’t see much of, are dressed in sort of 20’s or 30’s fashions. The Pope (I think) is present at their wedding. We see a bit of them because you have to walk through our house to get to the monastery.

I’m looking down on the backyard from the main floor; there’s no wall there now, or only a chest-level wall perhaps. The wedding guests and family are overrunning the back yard, running around and playing games like kids. The mother of one of the married couple is in the house; she’s a black-haired woman, extremely snobby and annoying, and very familiar for someone we don’t know! In a bit I notice that there’s a huge pool of water coming out of a deep gouge in the floor next to the bathroom. Kevin (my brother) comes out of it holding a big bucket and joking about something. I go in and find that all the plumbing beneath the sink is missing, so of course all the water is just going onto the floor. I grab some big stainless steel bowls and put them under the sink to catch the water; they do catch all the water, even though they should have started quickly overflowing. The annoying woman is going on and on about how she can’t believe we’re using such expensive bowls like that, but they look just like the stainless steel cooking bowls we have in waking life, so I had no idea why she would think that.

There’s a lot more, but I woke up and went back to sleep a few times after this dream, so I don’t remember it.