Last night I dreamed that I was struggling with something and I was watching anime and in the anime, the answer was the power of music, of tones. And I said to mom, “What clearer answer do you need?” She said, “I keep saying I need to do the crystal bowls but then I never do.”
Last night I dreamed that it was my last day in Toronto so Plushateer and I were going to hit Kaji one more time before I left. However, I had a feeling as we were driving to Kaji and I googled it and told her, “It’s Wednesday; Kaji closes at 8. It’s 8:15.”
So while that was a bummer, we ended up at another little restaurant with kind of a French cottage motif that Plushateer thought was really cute, much to my surprise. Instead of tables we were seated at a couch with kind of a coffee table in front of us. The menu was huge and I was having a hard time deciding. The first few pages were kitchen products for sale, including a chef’s coat that matches one I have.
I was feeling badly because I didn’t want to hold up the place. I explained to Plushateer, “By 7:30, my people have the kitchen all broken down. That last half hour before closing is stressful because they get mad if people come in. Now it’s 8:15 and this place closes at 8:45; they probably don’t even want us here.”
But in the meantime a couple of businessmen-looking guys came in and were seated somewhat close to us and they had the air of people who were going to stay awhile. So that took some of the pressure off. A guy came over to take our order and I told Plushateer to go ahead, that I’d decide by the time she was done ordering. I kind of knew what I wanted but the menu was so huge I was having trouble finding it again.
She ordered something like an oysters rockefeller and requested, “The oysters be well done because she won’t eat them otherwise” and I said, “What do you mean? I can eat ’em raw. Unless by ‘she’ you mean you..?” And we started laughing, including the waiter. I still hadn’t ordered my food but we were both going to get lemonades until he informed us the lemonade came from a powder and I said nevermind, I’d take a Coke. Which, after I said that, I really just wanted an iced tea.
I never did order because then I realized I was dreaming and sitting on that same couch, menu in hand, I told Plushateer, “Oh, I have to remember to blog this!” And started recounting the dream to her.
Last night I dreamed that I was in a kennel/vet office type place and I had a pure white German shepherd that was placed in a kennel. I was upset but when I went to free him, he actually seemed pretty content. Then I turned away and he had turned into my cat and my mom was at the desk of the office and she said, “Well, looks like he’s having a heart attack.” I got mad and said, “Why would you even say something like that?!” And I hurried back to the kennel and mustered all the reiki power I could and pushed it towards him, using all my energy to save him.
Last night I dreamed about Japanese grammar and etiquette. Sekizan was there as an example. I don’t think I was “in” the dream, just observing it.
I had another dream about a milk jug that had a small hole in the side toward the top. I didn’t think it would matter much since it was close to the mouth anyway but it made it surprisingly difficult and messy to pour.
Last night I dreamed that I was under investigation for murder for a dream I had. A detective asked me to write down my dream as my statement and I remember it involved a truck being in the wrong place and the license plate P-02. As I was writing this all down, he asked if I was sure, without a doubt, that I didn’t kill anyone and I said, “Yes, I’m absolutely sure.” He sighed and said, “You know what this means, don’t you? I’m going to have to take you in.” I said, “Yeah, I know.” Because I didn’t confess to the murder he had to charge me with it anyway. He got his cuffs out and I said, “Can I finish writing down the dream first, though? Otherwise I’ll forget the details.” He agreed and read me my rights as I was writing down the dream, which was kind of distracting. My handwriting was getting really crappy because I was trying to write so quickly before I forgot things and I did have the thought, “Are they going to use the change in handwriting as evidence against me? Saying I have a personality disorder?” And I also wondered if/when I should call mom and tell her to call a lawyer because although I felt I could answer the questions and I was innocent, I knew from all the ID shows to lawyer up. The detective looked a bit like Joe Kenda and a bit like the guy from Interviews with Monster Girls. I was in the back room at the restaurant, empty of people, writing down my statement.
I had another dream that the restaurant was completely full and I was running around trying to take orders. I had a little 3-ring notebook I was writing orders in and when I went to one table I’d realized I’d lost the orders for the previous two tables; the pages had fallen out or something. I kept flipping through the book, trying to find them while pretending everything was okay, but everyone knew something was up and was looking at me and getting nervous that no one was taking their orders and they weren’t getting their food. I decided to take the orders to the kitchen that I had while looking for the others later and when I went into the kitchen, everyone was sitting around watching tv and I lost it. I was upset that I was running around trying to keep things together and everyone else was just hanging out, not doing anything, and it never occurred to them to help me..? After yelling at them, I went back out, and the whole back room of people waiting had left because they’d gotten tired of waiting. It was empty; the lights were out, even. And there were my scattered papers of orders on the floor where they’d fallen out of my notebook.
Before sleeping I set the intention I wanted a dream with purpose. Preferably something about my life’s purpose.
Last night the one dream I remember was about a full restaurant and a booth of three customers trying to order ahead of other customers who’d been waiting longer and they all wanted special stuff and an oddly split ticket. I was getting upset and then my coworker was actually assertive for a change and said she could handle it if I let her do more stuff and I said, “Oh, right, like you’re handling the four fucking tables that have people at them that don’t even have menus and haven’t been cleaned off yet? You’re handling that fucking awesome, good job.” Mom got mad at me, of course.
Last night I dreamed about My Hero Academia. I hadn’t watched it or read it recently. I wans’t in the dream, I was just watching it. But it was more like it was real rather than the show–though now that I type that, at the end it seems All Might’s voice was switched with Aizawa’s and I texted my brother to see if he noticed and I wondered how such a big mistake could be made but I found that I kinda liked Junichi Suwabe’s voice coming out of All Might. I figured it had to be an error with the script but I still couldn’t figure out how no one noticed the mistake and let it air that way. In another scene, the main villain was a lady resembling Blizzard from One Punch Man and she was lying the body of her dead friend/right hand subordinate woman to rest and whispering her really sweet farewells but two of her underlings were behind her, drawing kind of comical Drifters style–one looked like Yoichi from Drifters but was a girl–flabbergasted that their evil boss would say such things. There was this kind of thought bubble/inner voice of not-Blizzard that was like, “Oops, I didn’t mean for them to see this.” It was comical in a way that would fit Drifters or One Punch Man but My Hero Academia doesn’t treat its villains this lightly. Things were getting pretty bleak and people were dying and at the end Gran Torino and some other guy were sitting in space on a meteor and kinda dying but they had faith the kids would save them.
Then, because it’s Thursday, my alarm went off–and my alarm tone for Thursday is All Might’s entrance theme. So it was kind of surreal.
I hit snooze and I don’t remember the first part but then I was swinging into Sinclair to get gas. I realized my mistake and it was still open, and I try not to go when it’s open because they always try to come out and help and I just want to pump my gas myself. So I got out and got the gas going and swiped my card by the time the guy shambled out and he was asking me stuff and I couldn’t hear him. I thought he would wash my windshield which would be handy but he asked if he could do anything and I asked if he could fill my front driver’s side tire. So a lady came out of the office and stretched the air hose from inside the shop and he proceeded to fill it. I was pretty happy about that because then I didn’t have to take it in to get it done. Then that guy left and the lady who brought the hose out asked if I wanted her to mail the bill and I kinda freaked out wondering how much they were going to charge me just to air up my stupid tire but I looked at the bill and I said, “Well, the gas was on a card so the air is…$5.15?” I dug around in my wallet and gave her a $10 and told her to keep the change. Then the old guy turned into an old woman and we ended up talking about Jeeps because apparently now I was in the green Cherokee instead of the Commander and the lady was talking about how they all end up with tires like mine because of the torque and it’s a flaw and that’s why they don’t make them anymore. We both agreed that’s unfortunate because they’re really great vehicles and how my dad was bugging me about my Commander because it’s 10 years old now and he’d asked if I planned on trading it in and I said, “Nah, I’m gonna drive it till it dies,” because I love it so much and it has zero trade in value anyway. But we were both hoping Jeep would come out wth something like a Cherokee or Commander that was good off-road instead of just appealing to city people who want fuel economy.
Then I went to get back in my Jeep and I was in the parking lot at the grocery store and I got in the back seat after walking past a very old woman who was smoking and I thought, “That’s where that smell came from when I was in the shop.” But as I get in the back seat a grandma is in the driver’s seat (not my grandma or any grandma I know) and her son was in the passenger and there was a kid next to me and the mom I think was at the back hatch stuffing in groceries and there were plastic bags full of stuff everywhere and I was getting anxious because I had stuff in the car and now all this other stuff was mingled with mine and I just knew that when they got to their destination and took their bags out (seriously, the car was stuffed to the roof) they’d inevitably end up with some of the things I’d bought. I got more anxious as I looked around the car at these people I didn’t know and they looked like they were going on a vacation and talking about meeting someone I didn’t know and I all I could think was, “I’ll have to text Robin that I’m going to be late. I ended up with a family in a different dimension.”