Friday, May 27th, 2011

In last night’s dream I was seated at a restaurant table by the seaside, watching low, gray clouds roll in ominously over the ocean. Smoke from the kitchen’s chimney rose up through the air in a long, continuous curve that disappeared into the clouds. A few small boats were crisscrossing the water a few miles away. I remarked to My Darling B how quiet it was.

Then a space shuttle fell out of the clouds. At first I thought it was just a piece of a space shuttle because it was so small, but it was some kind of pygmy space shuttle, very short with stubby little wings. It fell flat instead of nosediving or spinning, a trail of sparks in its wake. Another space shuttle followed it, then another. Very quickly it was raining space shuttles, falling into the water all around a giant inflatable jumbo jet.

It was obviously not a jumbo jet, it was like a bouncy castle that you would rent and set up in your yard for the kids to play in, but we all through it was a jumbo jet, a really huge one. The space shuttles were tiny compared to it. And it was terribly orange-ish. Terribly, awfully reddish-orange. Think of the most revolting shade of orange you’ve ever seen.

People were running all over the fuselage and wings, chasing each other while waving sabers over their heads. They were very bloodthirsty about it, screaming at the tops of their lungs, their eyes bugging out, banging each other over their heads as hard as they could, but their sabers were made out of sponge foam, like pool noodles. They were Nerf sabers. They couldn’t hurt each other at all with these things no matter how hard they tried.

I was going to tell My Darling B something about the fight, but when I turned to speak to her I found that the waiter had put her on a tray and was about to give her a good shove across the table into the sea. I told him to stop, but he just smiled and gave her a shove anyway, and off she went.

The cats jumped on my legs and woke me up just then, so I don’t know how the dream was supposed to end.

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  1. 1 B said at 7:41 am on May 27th, 2011:

    Here’s the end of the dream:

    “I’ve been wanting to do that for 25 years,” you comment to the waiter, as you slip him an extra $50 as a tip…

    jk ;)