'I Wish I Was a Little Bit Taller...'
Aug. 16th, 2024 07:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed I was playing two-on-two hoops with an old work colleague of mine. She was tall, taller than I, and could dunk with ease. Much to my delight, I found that I, too, could dunk. So I did so, again and again, slowly halving our deficit.
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I dreamed I had left my son in the Vatican gift shop. This version of the Vatican was a square open on all sides, much larger than the actual city, and every entry point was locked down with intense security measures, metal detectors and sensors and such, like at the airport, but staffed instead by priests. I went outside to speak to the wife, then went back in, waiting on onerous lines. Once I was through a gate at the West end, there was a sudden explosion and spray of stony debris in the streets. Clerics scattered. A portly, short priest in a black cassock who resembled the actor Danny DeVito asked me, in Italian, what was going on. I told him I didn't know, then hurried through the maddening crowds. I found the gift shop unperturbed by all the goings on, and my son in there, reading a slim volume of Greek mythology. We left.
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I dreamed my wife was taking our family vehicle up Route 23 to get it fixed. I had to follow her to make sure she didn't break down along the way. I was driving a Chevy roadster of some kind from the '60s, brown, with wood paneling inside and antiquated gauges that looked like something steampunk. I drove along as night fell, and suddenly, as we began to climb a hill on the highway, there was snow. The road was slick, and the roadster had no purchase; I had to pull into a gas station on the side. I explained to the wife what was happening, and she was frustrated but understood. She continued the trek, while I piloted the roadster home. By the time I got there, she was already back, and her car was repaired.
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I dreamed I was attending a family reunion-type event at a large venue in Essex County. It had been put together by relatives I didn't real know well, and in truth I was crashing the event, because my uncle from Connecticut, who was in ill health, was invited and I hadn't seen him in a long time. The place itself looked almost like a church, Venetian in its intricacy, tiles everywhere and fountains on the interior of the building. The place was scarce, and I made small talk with the relatives, trying to find my uncle. I finally did so, said my hello, and then left, walking back to where I had left my car; inside, my kids were waiting for me, unconcerned.
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I dreamed the Pantheon was in downtown Passaic. It was a wreck now. Only the front of the building, the entrance with the columns, remained relatively intact; the dome and interior was exposed to the elements and collapsing on itself, and indeed had been cordoned off by tall metal gates. It looked likely to be demolished. Outside, though, there was a bronze door with the likeness of Stalin on it; he was depicted like a rotund Buddha, with a grossly inflated stomach. I turned and found a young Asian man with wild, black hair looking at the door and the crumbling structure. He gestured to the door: "He'll be around for another 1,000 years." I gestured to the building: "I walk by this every day."
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I dreamed I had left my son in the Vatican gift shop. This version of the Vatican was a square open on all sides, much larger than the actual city, and every entry point was locked down with intense security measures, metal detectors and sensors and such, like at the airport, but staffed instead by priests. I went outside to speak to the wife, then went back in, waiting on onerous lines. Once I was through a gate at the West end, there was a sudden explosion and spray of stony debris in the streets. Clerics scattered. A portly, short priest in a black cassock who resembled the actor Danny DeVito asked me, in Italian, what was going on. I told him I didn't know, then hurried through the maddening crowds. I found the gift shop unperturbed by all the goings on, and my son in there, reading a slim volume of Greek mythology. We left.
*
I dreamed my wife was taking our family vehicle up Route 23 to get it fixed. I had to follow her to make sure she didn't break down along the way. I was driving a Chevy roadster of some kind from the '60s, brown, with wood paneling inside and antiquated gauges that looked like something steampunk. I drove along as night fell, and suddenly, as we began to climb a hill on the highway, there was snow. The road was slick, and the roadster had no purchase; I had to pull into a gas station on the side. I explained to the wife what was happening, and she was frustrated but understood. She continued the trek, while I piloted the roadster home. By the time I got there, she was already back, and her car was repaired.
*
I dreamed I was attending a family reunion-type event at a large venue in Essex County. It had been put together by relatives I didn't real know well, and in truth I was crashing the event, because my uncle from Connecticut, who was in ill health, was invited and I hadn't seen him in a long time. The place itself looked almost like a church, Venetian in its intricacy, tiles everywhere and fountains on the interior of the building. The place was scarce, and I made small talk with the relatives, trying to find my uncle. I finally did so, said my hello, and then left, walking back to where I had left my car; inside, my kids were waiting for me, unconcerned.
*
I dreamed the Pantheon was in downtown Passaic. It was a wreck now. Only the front of the building, the entrance with the columns, remained relatively intact; the dome and interior was exposed to the elements and collapsing on itself, and indeed had been cordoned off by tall metal gates. It looked likely to be demolished. Outside, though, there was a bronze door with the likeness of Stalin on it; he was depicted like a rotund Buddha, with a grossly inflated stomach. I turned and found a young Asian man with wild, black hair looking at the door and the crumbling structure. He gestured to the door: "He'll be around for another 1,000 years." I gestured to the building: "I walk by this every day."
