Last night I had a dream that was funny right up until it wasn’t.
I dreamt that I was at my mother’s house with Kristen and a bunch of musicians (I don’t think they were my bandmates) and we were wandering around the house picking up things and looking at them, we were looking at old computer parts and old piano parts when suddenly it became apparent that there was some sort of intruder trying to get into the house. Frantically we start looking around the house for a weapon of some sort and suddenly realize the only thing we can find is a tiny pin – but that’s okay because my dad had invented a device to make things bigger and smaller – you know, reversible shrink ray!
Now we’re scouring the house for THAT so that we can enlarge the pin into a sword, even though I’m worried about how it’ll handle, I figure it’ll be sharp enough to do some damage. The shrink / blow up ray is ACTUALLY a great module about the shape and size of a book, covered in circuits and with a little notch and a switch in it…
We turn it up just as my father appears out of nowhere, standing in the Living room, looking past me, wearing a flannel shirt and jeans and a gaze that makes it unclear if he can actually see me. In hindsight he looks remarkably like Dave Bowman from 2001 as he appears once he’s been “ghosted” by the Monolith… almost glowing. I go to hug him, tearing up, he’s there for a moment, completely unresponsive. I’m saying SOMETHING – maybe like “how are you HERE?!?!” over and over again and I think I can feel the flannel he’s wearing for a moment before it all tears away and he dissolves into smoke and I wake up babbling and crying.
I’m absolutely disoriented and sad and confused. At around 7am I actually get up and realize I’ve texted Heather somehow in the aftermath of the dream. Something about my father and some gibberish. I don’t remember unlocking my phone.
Actually a beautiful night at Teavolve, though slow. Also… the good parking is BACK.
