By the way, I paused here for a moment because I remembered I had some smoked turkey and Havarti cheese. So I made a sandwich and I'm good. Don't worry about me.
Anyways, we were speeding down hills and past schools and yelling in bad Jamaican accents and laughing our asses off and it was a great time and all that but for the life of me I can't remember why. Like why were the DJs there and why were we driving around in a ridiculous old VW cabriolet? The last thing I remember from earlier in the dream was standing in the foyer of some old house that I think my brother and I had just moved into with my dad. My brother had taken off for some reason and my dad and I were arguing about what the reason was. Then I got a call from my mom saying he was just driving around and thinking and suddenly I was also driving around but it had nothing to do with my brother. The subconscious is weak, man. You give it a small problem, and it just fast-forwards to some goofy far off place where everything is green fields and Jamaican accents.
But I remember a lot of details about the house. The house that was apparently my dream house. Because it was in a dream and it was a house. C'mon, people. But I mean there was nothing particularly pretty about it. A lot of the walls were pink and it had gray carpet throughout and where there weren't pink walls, there were cracked and worn wood panels. I don't remember walking into the house for the first time in the dream. We were just kind of all of a sudden settling into the respective rooms that we'd decided were ours. There were already a few select pieces of furniture in the house as well, but I couldn't tell you if it was ours or just already there.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Before getting to the house, I remember we were driving in circles around this massive, empty parking lot outside of what I'll assume was a shopping center. We were trying to get to a bridge that was connected to the parking lot. I can't remember who was in the car. I want to say it was my dad because that's who we were with later but the person kept telling me where to go and how to drive so it's more likely it was my mom. Anyhow, we finally got onto the bridge and we were crossing this massive, hardly-moving river to some hilly, grassy island. MAYBE THAT WAS THE JAMAICA PLACE! I dunno. But the bridge turned into this tunnel kind of thing and suddenly, because it was a dream, we were walking instead of driving. It wasn't necessarily spooky...it still felt like the beginning of an 80's adventure flick...but the tunnel had kind of a mid-century military kind of feel. Or maybe older. Kind of steampunk meets art deco. I feel like the walking part didn't last very long though. It's more like we were driving across the bridge, then suddenly we were just standing in this sort of antechamber. There were these two old people there now as well and we were all waiting for this hatch thing to open. Like you see on submarines or whatever. It gets foggier here. I'm sorry.
Then I think the hatch opened. Or the dream fast-forwarded again or something and we were gathered in this old shack thing. It looked like the bar from Fawlty Towers except it was like a hundred years old and faded and dingy. And it wasn't a bar. It was like one of those places you see in Discovery series about people who collect weird stuff. An oddity museum, I guess. But we had cream sodas and were lounging around like we were waiting for someone to show up. I don't remember anything after that. Maybe I woke up for a bit and answered a text or something.
Anyhow, after returning to sleep and taking a trip back to Dreamland, my brother and Dad and I were standing in our new abode and just sort of looking at each other like well, here we are. I think some time passed, though, between that point and the next part of the dream that I remember. You know? Like it seems weird that some scenes would be connected to other scenes so you have to assume something else happened in between. Either way, they were talking in some room or another about whatever dumb thing (maybe they weren't even saying words...maybe my mind was just making Peanuts-like, muted-trumpet noises to make me think they were talking...WHO KNOWS) and I decided to take a tour of the house. You know, check out my dad's room and all that. And this is why I've decided that dreams are whack.
For whatever reason, my subconscious decided that the house had a main entryway thing and then immediately opened into a bedroom on the right. Nothing to the left. Just come in the door, stairs straight ahead, bedroom to the right. That bedroom opened into a dining room and then a kitchen towards the back of the house and had another set of stairs going up from the right wall. Here, I'll make a picture:
That was my impression of the main floor. So coming up the stairs, I'm expecting a similar layout. Sans kitchen and dining room, of course. But it ended up being something more akin to this:
So my question, then, is where the hell do those middle stairs on the main floor go and where do the far left stairs on the second floor go? I mean in the dream, I believe I remember coming down the stairs and ending up in the bedroom on the main floor. But there are no stairs there. So some sort of mind trickery went on in this dumb dream and I want to know why! Actually, I don't really care. I just liked the bizarre layout of the house and the way the entertainment room was considerably separate from the rest of the house. I think living room/watching TV areas tend to be really central and accessible. I like the idea of it being kind of hidden away and private.
Well that really ended with a bang...
Telling other people about your own dreams really is the worst. It always ends with you trying to figure out what the next part or why you thought it was so cool while your friends or family kind of look at each other like does something seem fundamentally wrong with him? Well I tried. I promise not do it again. But I had a lot of fun making the house diagrams, as lame as they are. Whatever. You try it, assholes.
I used to like you people,
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