Another Dreamy Weekend

Obviously yesterday’s blog was about a dream I had just before I woke up. And in keeping with that line of thinking, today’s is also going to be about another dream I had this past weekend, except this time I’m being up front about it. And I may have to explain one little detail at the end.

I, actually, the both of us, were away at some resort, which is really the only way I can describe it. It kind of gave an entire new meaning to all-inclusive. There were shops, restaurants, at least one swimming pool, several bars and clubs, one of which was on the deck of said swimming pool with a diving board overhead.

The place was teeming with people, from total strangers to celebrities to friends and acquaintances and some who just plain looked familiar. The one crazy thing about this resort it was completely enclosed, maybe like a casino, but I don’t remember any gambling areas, unless I never made it that far.

Well, like in all dreams, you see that one person who you know you know, but can’t place him or replace that person as someone you do know and there was one person I was trying to get to because I “knew” who it was, only I really didn’t. I know it was somebody I went to school with, only he didn’t look anything like what I remembered from way back then. Well, my attention got diverted by a barrage of divers on diving board over the bar and then a gang of celebs in whose path I just had to throw myself, but then my phone started to ring. It was Ariel calling to say to meet him at such and such a restaurant for dinner and I said I’d be there just as soon as I could fight my way through the crowd.

I made my way to a corridor and suddenly I was nearly all alone, except for a few stragglers, probably just on their way to that pool party or lost. I wasn’t sure exactly where I was going, but then suddenly I had an escort. It was current American Idol contestant Hollie Cavanaugh–in ridiculously high high heels like she wears on the show–and she said she would walk with me, even though I couldn’t see her. I just knew she was there.

We kept on walking and came to a restaurant with a railroad theme with “outdoor” seating, which was really in the corridor. Though the furnishings seemed nondescript, I could tell it was authentic old fashioned wooden train car furniture. A double door opened into the actual restaurant, but like the corridor, the interior of the eatery was desolate. Obviously that’s not where I meeting Ariel for dinner.

Hollie and I kept walking, speaking without saying words, and soon we came to a fork in the hallway. Curving to the right with a slight slope downward, was evidently a custodial area, but straight ahead we could make out a set of doors, like an emergency exit. That’s the way we headed by the time I got to the door, I was alone, Hollie had disappeared. I took a deep breath and opened the door and was outside in the fresh air.

The sun was shining and leaves were rustling above and traffic was whooshing by. I turned and looked and there was no doorway, even though, seconds earlier I had just entered the outside through a set of doors. I looked around and the area looked so familiar to me and after a moment of confusion, realized I was standing on Rt 27 near the corner of Main Street in Metuchen.

Metuchen, in case it matters to those of you who don’t know, is the hole in the donut knows as Edison, my hometown, but that still doesn’t explain what the hell that dream was about. Unless maybe I partied maybe one beer to heartily over the weekend.


One Response to “Another Dreamy Weekend”

  1. Melissa Says:

    I notice a few common themes in these two dreams that you shared:
    1. food
    2. you and Ariel separated but planning to “meet up” again
    3. crowds of people
    4. outdoors

    Interesting 🙂

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