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Sep. 5th, 2008
Stuck in a closet with Vanna White…
Sep. 5th, 2008 07:23 amI've been sleeping a lot deeper than usual for the last couple of days, probably a combination of my comfy new mattress, my soft new 300-thread-count sheets, my thick comforter, and the melatonin. I've been having some vivid dreams, and I managed to remember a decent chunk of them when I woke up.
An early part of the dream involved working at K-Mart, then coming out to find my Suburban (I do not, in RL, own a car) double-parked in front and covered in angry notes from co-workers who were having trouble getting shopping cards in because it was in the way. While shuffling stuff around inside to make room for groceries(?), I dropped a deck of playing cards and had to go back and pick it up, chasing a couple of cards that were blowing across the parking lot and kept multiplying as I ran and grabbed them.
Then I dreamed that I had dumped some used cat litter down what I thought was a disposal chute in one of my rooms, but it had stuck there. While trying to find where it came out, I discovered a large workshop room connected to my apartment that I hadn't known about before. It was full of tools, and someone had left a dual-wheeled power grinder there and running. There was also a neighborhood kitten, covered in fleas, which had gotten in from outside somehow. I put it back out again, but not before I had a lot of fleas too.
A neighbor came by and wanted to borrow a toolbelt hanging on the wall. I told him no, reminding him of what had happened last time I had lent him an extension cord and never got it back. (I've never lent him any such thing in real life.)
On the workbench I found a diatribe, typed and ornamentally hand-inked, that I somehow "knew" was by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
demiurgent, about the tyranny of the computerized font as compared to the good old fashioned typewriter. It did seem like the sort of thing he would write, except it ended in a most uncharacteristic "Nyah nyah biiidah!"
After that, I became aware to some extent that I was dreaming, and knew (alas) that my apartment did not have space for a large hidden room. However, I noticed a couple of doorknobs on my outside wall, next to my door, that I had never seen before. They were not attached to door, but to things I pulled out of the wall. One of them, in particular, was attached to a length of rope binding together a bunch of square, wooden or plastic tiles with holes in the center that kind of reminded me of the "five" face on a six-sided die. I wasn't sure what it was for, maybe cleaning something.
An early part of the dream involved working at K-Mart, then coming out to find my Suburban (I do not, in RL, own a car) double-parked in front and covered in angry notes from co-workers who were having trouble getting shopping cards in because it was in the way. While shuffling stuff around inside to make room for groceries(?), I dropped a deck of playing cards and had to go back and pick it up, chasing a couple of cards that were blowing across the parking lot and kept multiplying as I ran and grabbed them.
Then I dreamed that I had dumped some used cat litter down what I thought was a disposal chute in one of my rooms, but it had stuck there. While trying to find where it came out, I discovered a large workshop room connected to my apartment that I hadn't known about before. It was full of tools, and someone had left a dual-wheeled power grinder there and running. There was also a neighborhood kitten, covered in fleas, which had gotten in from outside somehow. I put it back out again, but not before I had a lot of fleas too.
A neighbor came by and wanted to borrow a toolbelt hanging on the wall. I told him no, reminding him of what had happened last time I had lent him an extension cord and never got it back. (I've never lent him any such thing in real life.)
On the workbench I found a diatribe, typed and ornamentally hand-inked, that I somehow "knew" was by
demiurgent, about the tyranny of the computerized font as compared to the good old fashioned typewriter. It did seem like the sort of thing he would write, except it ended in a most uncharacteristic "Nyah nyah biiidah!"After that, I became aware to some extent that I was dreaming, and knew (alas) that my apartment did not have space for a large hidden room. However, I noticed a couple of doorknobs on my outside wall, next to my door, that I had never seen before. They were not attached to door, but to things I pulled out of the wall. One of them, in particular, was attached to a length of rope binding together a bunch of square, wooden or plastic tiles with holes in the center that kind of reminded me of the "five" face on a six-sided die. I wasn't sure what it was for, maybe cleaning something.
