I don’t think this classifies as sweet or weak but it was definitely weird.
I was in a city, Denver I think, and I was walking down the street with some time to spare before meeting the rest of my group at dinner. I walked across the street and into a shop and started looking at clothes when I realized there was a particular theme to this clothing. Kermit the Frog. The shop had every item of clothing imaginable from formal wear to socks and underwear and they all had something to do with Kermit the Frog. At the time this didn’t seem the slightest bit strange and I flipped through a rack of plaid green shorts as my attention was drawn to an old familiar voice.
I looked up and I saw an old friend that I hadn’t seen since high school walking up to me to show me the leather biker jacket he was purchasing. It should have been odd to see him so far from home but we began talking like old friends and commenting on the jacket and how instead of a leather strap at the top of the zipper it had a green bow tie. I noticed a girl behind him obviously flirting with him and commenting on his selection as well. I also recognized her from high school but he acted like he didn’t even know her. I should have realized that something strange was going on but didn’t find anything odd until I turned around to look at the shorts again and they were gone. Everything was gone. I saw two sales people both vaguely familiar rapidly removing the racks of merchandise into some sort of closet. The room was suddenly empty and I was alone. I couldn’t find a door to leave and a woman that once again I recognized pointed to a side door and told me I could exit there as it was the last door unlocked.
I walked out of the building thinking it was a bit strange but not unsettled in the slightest. It was almost time to meet my friends and kids and I had a long walk ahead of me. To my surprise a guy pulled up in an older red pickup truck. It was a friend that I haven’t seen in close to ten years. Again, we had gone to high school together. I got in his truck and realized that he was part of the group of friends I was there with. He told me that the group had changed plans and we were meeting at a different restaurant. He said it was closer and really good and we started heading in that direction. I fiddled with my cell phone and then looked down and saw my bare feet. What the Hell? Where had my shoes gone? I had them on just a……I suddenly realized I had no idea how long I had been barefoot but was certain that I had left wearing shoes.
My friend said it was no problem and we would swing back by our hotel so I could put on another pair. We pulled into the parking garage in the basement of the hotel and then suddenly I was in my room; on my knees in a closet trying to find two shoes that matched. There must have been a hundred shoes in a pile and the task wasn’t easy.
The door to the hotel opened and the room was flooded with people. Some close friends that I see all the time, others friends from long ago that I haven’t seen in years. None of that seemed strange. My wife walked in with our oldest daughter and two other little girls who I recognized but I don’t remember who they were. My daughter was crying. My wife was glowing and telling me about a place she had found in the city that had all of these free games you could play that were very challenging but had great prizes if you won. She had been there for a long time and my daughter was upset because the games were too hard for kids.
I guess I found a pair of shoes because the next thing I remember we were all walking into a restaurant. It was open air in the middle of town and was a Mexican place I am pretty sure. The waitress arrived and began taking drink orders, she talked to us all like she knew us because she did. We had all gone to school with her years ago. It didn’t seem the least bit odd that we had all shown up together in her restaurant. There was a sudden rustle and I realized my wife had just gotten out of bed. I peered at my phone and it said 5:44. I had overslept.
This morning at 4:30 my wife’s alarm went off. She said her clock said 5:30 but the TV said 4:30 and she asked me to check my phone to make sure of the right time. It was 4:30 and we both drifted back off into dreamland. In what seemed like about 3 minutes I was getting out of bed and rubbing my eyes. What in the world kind of dream was that? I walked into the bathroom and my wife was brushing her teeth. We both commented on how fast the past hour had gone by and I told her that I think when a half-dozen people you knew in high school show up in a dream, it may be time to stop reading Facebook right before bed.
April 22nd, 2012 at 2:37 pm
I am a huge fan of your blog, and your writing is really good. This dream is really weird, and not one of mine could top that. I would like it a whole lot if you could read my blog . . . ?
April 22nd, 2012 at 3:39 pm
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April 22nd, 2012 at 4:27 pm
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April 16th, 2012 at 6:51 pm
Hello, how’s it going? Just shared this post with a colleague, we had a good laugh.
April 13th, 2012 at 2:17 pm
I might be interested in the ode-to-Kermit-leather-jacket-green-bow-tie combo. Please give me a heads up if you happen to come across one of those again.
April 13th, 2012 at 12:37 pm
Just saw Caine’s Arcade video last evening on the news! Very cool. 🙂
Isn’t it crazy how you have what seems to be the longest dreams during those short snoozes? You perfectly captured that feeling of “it looked like a boat, but it was TRAIN, and then we weren’t in Philly, we were at my grandmother’s house, and I was wearing pajamas” that happens so often in dreams.
Kind of like a weird writing exercise, if you think about. Please use your best friend from high school, video games, and bare feet in a story – and our brains DO it…while we’re asleep.
April 13th, 2012 at 12:51 pm
I have to say, even though it was a departure from the stuff I usually write and not really humorous, it was fun to write. It was also hard to remember, I guess dreams are like that. Thanks for the comments.
April 13th, 2012 at 8:16 pm
You bet! I think that a free-flowing mind dump is essential from time to time. 🙂
April 13th, 2012 at 12:17 pm
I would love to find out if any of it means anything. I can’t remember if anyone was getting poked but I was being almost pushed out of the store. I think the game place my wife talked about was due to the Caine’s Arcade video I had watched. If you haven’t already, you should google that. Yeah Doogie rules.
April 13th, 2012 at 11:46 am
You had me putting on my dream analysis hat there for a while. But what I want to know is…was anybody being poked? And I love the Barney tie-in, even though I can’t stop referring to him as Doogie!