lastnite: a dream journal

Christmas with the spirit of Tupac

Last night, I had the usual odd dreams. I dreamt that I was making a stop-motion animation movie exclusively using Fisher-Price Little People from my childhood. (Back in the day, I used to pretend the blond girl in braids was me, the boy was my friend Lance from preschool--or he was just left on the floor, then Dad and Mom, and the dog was a substitute for my cat.) I remembered all the accessories I had for them, particularly the yellow BBQ grill. Unfortunately, I only have a few pieces of them left. I really want the 1973 Fisher Price Village set that I used to have. I had to cruise eBay for pictures.

I also dreamt that I walked from work to downtown (approximately ten miles). Once I was downtown, I tried to catch the subway (green line) back to work, but it only circled around the downtown area. I kept asking if it would go to places near work, but no such luck. Everyone stared at me and thought that I was incredibly stupid and/or insane. I managed to get to my boss's house, which was strangely only a few blocks from downtown, and he drove me to work. (I wish I knew why I had all these mass transit/subway dreams. It's not like I've ridden a subway since December, and it's not like I live in a city with a subway.)

I had a long dream about the student-faculty art show coming up, and I'm sure I've forgotten a large portion of it. I was helping David and Brian put stuff in the cases, and there was quite a bit of dreaming activity concerning the jewelry cases. Mom put in an enameled copper bracelet, and I put it in the bottom of a jewelry box to prevent it from falling over. There was something about a Christmas ornament that I can't remember anymore. (I didn't write full descriptions, and I didn't write a full summary early this morning as I normally do. I'm a bad girl.) The reception was more like a Christmas party with everyone in warm clothes, rosy cheeks, and holding hot chocolate or apple cider. There was a lot of singing in unison, and it smacked a bit too much of a Folger's Christmas commercial. Then it was my turn to pick the music, and I decided to focus my selections on rap feuds. I played some Ice Cube, then an artist Ice Cube was definitely against, then someone who hated Tupac (2pac) Shakur, and then I played Tupac. To show his gratitude of receiving equal time despite his death, he reached out from under the couch I was sitting on and shook my hand. I was moved, and Tupac was grateful. We shared a moment.