Photo Real

I don't really remember much of this dream beyond being in a restaurant. The restaurant was located on Water street, although, it didn't look like Water street. (Much too bohemian and busy :-P) For whatever reason, at the particular juncture in the dream, there was a group of five women, including myself, dressed rather, well, trashy. Think the Moulin Rouge "Lady Marmalade" video.

The five of us got up to pose for a photo because-although nobody thought anything particularly strange about us being dressed so-we looked so interesting. We stood sort of in a very tall rack, like a rolling rack for costumes, without the wheels. We were posed fairly seductively, and the photo was taken.

That's all I remember, but it feels almost like a memory than a dream. Weird.

posted by Lisa at 10:14 AM |

 
Breaking the Bank

This was one of those weird dual perception dreams. I was watching the dream, as an outsider, but I was also seeing the dream through the eyes of another.

First I was a young woman, who kind of looked like a young Wynona Ryder, by the name of Apple. I was working at a store/laundromat with my father when a large blond man entered. He proceeded to hold us up; clearly a desperate man. Terrified, we did what he wanted; anything to avoid getting hurt.

Somewhere along the way, he began telling us about how his life had been ruined by some corporate banker and that was why he'd turned to a life of crime.

The next scene, I was the man, and my name was Joe Eben (or something like that). Apple and her father were helping me find a change of clothing from the piles of (clean) laundry so I could get out of the shop without the cops realizing it was me. I thanked them, and headed towards this bank.

The bank building was this monstrosity of glass and steel. I made my way up to the CEO's office and threatened my way into the office. I held the bank CEO, the man who was responsible for my troubles, a con and horrible human being. I'm not sure what I was trying to accomplish, but the CEO was not repentent at all. He was this slimy looking man, with a fancy suit and black hair. He seemed to be doing everything in his power to make me even more mad. I think he was hoping I'd kill him.

posted by Lisa at 11:25 AM |