rambling dream

I had a rambling dream last night that I recall several parts of.

Here in real life, Ms. H said she wanted some bubble tea, so we plan to pick some up with some up along with food at a Chinese restaurant we like later today.

My dream started out with Ms H and I going to a shopping mall for bubble teas.

After that, I wandered around the mall on my own for a while. It was large, clean, had many shops (most of which I had no interest in) and a modest amount of people. It was rather maze-like, and I kept discovering new corridors.

I was glad to know that the pandemics were finally over and masks were no longer needed.

Then I came to some sort of work station in the mall. A friend who works in tech and I sat at big computer terminals to do some work, behind a glass partition from a wide mall corridor. He was playing silent movies on a side monitor. I was playing the sound track from the Marx Brothers film "The Cocoanuts". This went on for a while, then my friend remarked that the sound and pictures really didn't go together, which I had to agree with so I turned my sound off.

Then I roamed the mall some more, and came to a part that was along a dock or wharf beside a canal or bay. I got into a conversation with a musician I knew who was seated in a mid-sized power-boat. After a bit she invited me to join her in the boat, and we'd go out and watch some fireworks. I got in the boat and we cast off.

That's all.

Dream: Escape to a generally better reality

I noticed that I posted about a dream I had back in October 2020 elsewhere on line, but not here, so I'm belatedly fixing that. The dream was likely in part inspired by seeing a news story on Jimmy Carter's 96th birthday on tv before going to bed.


I had a dream that I escaped to an alternative reality that was on the whole better.
Key point of divergence seemed to have been President Jimmy Carter winning a second term.
On the plus side, Womens, LGBTQ, and POC rights, ecological issues, drugs and healthcare had been resolved or seriously addressed since the early 1980s.

There was also a down side: the fashion was a combination of the worst of the 1970s and 1930s sci-fi. Paramecium-print crotch-display jump-suits with random Saturn-ring double-cuffs. Strange orange and green color combinations. Also middle-aged women were going out doing their shopping a la Wendy O Williams; boobs out with clothes-pins on nipples.

So some friends and I decided to go see a movie. One of them suggested a movie they thought would be fun they’d heard of called “Clowns Run”. When we got to the theater it turned out to be a remake of “Logan’s Run” scripted by cartoonist Daniel Clowes (“Ghost World” etc), and the actual title was “Clowes Run”. I thought that was very funny, and I woke up giggling.