weird dreams again

I’ve been home sick the past two days. Nothing serious, just headaches, tiredness, weakness, general malaise. I feel better and more energetic today. Doc has been home sick as well, and he NEVER stays home sick from work.

Last night I dreamed that I was driving in Plano, right at daybreak. There was a faint light at the bottom of the sky all around, not just in the east. The light was a strange murky brownish-orangy black, sort of like a nuclear winter type sky. That was how it felt in the dream. It was raining but my windshield wipers wouldn’t clear away the rain. It was like they were missing their rubber blades. I was having a lot of trouble seeing what I was doing.

I pulled into a long narrow alley that ran between buildings of an elementary school. This school was across the street from and slightly south of Christie Elementary on Rainier Road, on the undeveloped side of the creek. I stopped just in time before hitting the back of another car.

I got out with Doc, who wasn’t there before but now was, and we knocked on a service door underneath the eaves at the back of the school. The door was metal, rusted in parts, and greasy. Someone answered the door and said, “Oh, you are the gentlemen who are supposed to be here” and let us in. We entered into a large room with a cement floor that was sort of like a storage warehouse and industrial kitchen. We were waiting on someone, or waiting to pick something up. We sat down in some plastic school chairs and waited. Three striped cats came up to us; they looked just like our own cats. The guy who let us in told us that they kept cats around to kill the mice and rats. The cats were very friendly; I scratched their heads and called them “mousers.”

Then I was waiting again, by myself this time, in some sort of employee lounge that had a small stage at one end, covered by a curtain, and several large long tables. At the side of the room near the door was a guy sitting at an electronic keyboard, playing and singing. I realized that it was Les Farringdon, the guy from the band SugarBomb. There were only 2 or 3 people in the room but he was playing and singing all his songs. He took a break and sat at the same big table I was sitting at. I introduced myself and told him that I liked his music. I was going to mention that he knew my husband but did not get a chance because he did not seem interested in talking.

Then later, Doc and I were in some large house where it was utterly imperative that we immediately get rid of all the spiders that were infesting it, except for one particular spider. I thought that we had accomplished the task, until we went outside and there was a giant thick spiderweb on the front lawn in the shape of a circus tent. It had large red Christmas lights strung throughout it, and then it morphed into the shape of the Eiffel Tower, made entirely of strings of red lights.

This somehow turned into us being at a weird amusement park in Canada. The last ride I had to go on by myself because it was a ride for girls only. It was a water ride, and I had to hold my breath and go into a very narrow tunnel that was filled with water and those round foam pool divider balls. Once I got through that it was like a regular water slide. I didn’t want to do it because I didn’t want to get my hair wet, but I had to because all girls had to go on this ride at the end.