I had this dream on Saturday morning. I don’t blame you if you stop coming around after this. I’m thinking of avoiding this site myself!
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I meet a friend’s girlfriend at our local library. At this point in the dream I can drive but it comes out later I’m visually impaired. What the?
We are at the library for awhile. It looks nothting like it does in real life, it’s as if we are in a bookstore in a mall (remember those?). I want to find a certain magazine so we go to that section of the library/store.
My husband shows up and so does Kevin Bacon. Kevin and I are start hanging around together and in the dream it’s common knowledge that he lives nearby. I say to him after a bit, “I could kiss you right now.” We both laugh and it’s very innocent. I ask him where he lives, again knowing it’s in the area. He starts being squirrelly about it. “What’s up?”, I ask, and he replies, “I remember what happened to John Kennedy Jr.” I have no idea what he’s referring to but I get the message: he doesn’t want to tell me where he lives. I walk away, mad as Willard in Footloose when he sees Rusty (vintage SJP) dancing with another guy. A few minutes later, I go back to where Kevin is sitting and I tell him, “You are NO John Kennedy Jr.”
A little later we all decide to leave the library and walk to our cars. Kevin’s wife, Kyra Sedgwick, is now with us and she invites my husband and I to dinner at their home one night. I inform her of what Kevin had said to me. They leave. There will be no meal at Chateau Bacon.
I say goodbye to our friend and my husband leaves, but not before informing me how old Kevin looks. I start searching for my car and now I’m visually impaired and can’t find it. I’m not even sure what car I’m looking for but I think my red 240SX which I sold in 2001. I cannot find it. I go inside the library to call my husband. My iPhone is in my purse in my car. I know in my head that the library won’t let you use their phones (which I don’t know in real life) and the payphone my mom used to always call me from to say hello when I was at work is no longer there. Besides, I have no money. The inside of the library is no longer a mall but looks completely different than it does in real life. I find a payphone inside and call our home number (which we never use) collect. I don’t call my husband’s cell because he never answers it. Although I’m calling my home, I know I’m actually calling my parents’ house. I’m hoping my mom answers instead of my father, who I don’t have a relationship with. Mom had been gone earlier in the dream when I was thinking about the payphone but now she’s alive. What the?
Our home phone rings and I pray it’s not my father that answers. A man I don’t recognize picks up and I keep asking if it‘s my father and the guy says he can be whoever I want him to be. I hang up.
Next I call my husband and he actually answers. I tell him what’s going on and he says he’s coming back. I find a table to sit at with a lady I babysat for when I was a teenager and another woman I don’t know. In real life, we see my first employer and her husband often at breakfast on Saturdays at a local restaurant. They both have volunteered at the library since I worked there in high school. I talk with them and it’s a bizarre conversation I can’t remember. I don’t know why I don’t ask one of them to help me although in real life my old neighbor is blind in one eye due to macular degeneration. I realize my husband should be back by now and go outside. There’s no sign of him and suddenly I realize I don’t know what he’s driving because we got rid of his car in real life and don’t have another car. But he should be here by now.
As I’m waking back into the library, I think I see my therapist and her family but we both pretend we don’t see each other. My vision is off and on throughout the whole dream. I also see one of the Real Housewives of New York City, Countess Luann de Lesseps, and her daughter. I stop to talk to them because in the dream Lou and I are apparently friends. The next thing I know, Lou comes to tell me she found my car. She’s hemming and hawing and says I have “Price Right” (as in a grocery store???) to thank. She still won’t spit it out and then finally reports that Price Right crushed my car. I ask how she found out what happened. She replies, “If it happens outside the library, the inside knows.”
Lou takes me to a parking spot and there is my 240SX in perfect condition, but the size of a brick. She picks it up and lifts the top off like it’s a box and inside is an old-style cell phone, big and pre-flip. I am completely panicked because now we don’t have any cars (what my husband is driving is a mystery) and my purse, iPhone, makeup and work bag were all in my car.
Lou says she will drive me home but we get lost in a nearby town and nothing looks familiar to me and she has no idea where we are. And then I wake up.
WHAT THE???
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Kevin Bacon was right not to tell me where he lives.
