fri 06 jul 2007 12:29:14 — raamgracht
dreamed of going to vegas with my mom
last night i dreamed that i was driving somewhere with my mom in her old yellow maverick. at some point the car broke down and we went into the side door of what seemed to be a hotel. i fell asleep on a bench, then awoke and realized i'd been to this hotel before. i knew we could check in at the office, but it would be a long walk to the other end of the building. walking along i heard voices in the dark ahead, and was also coming to the realization that we were in a hotel/casino in las vegas. i called out rather loudly ahead so as not to startle the approaching staff members in the darkness, and told them we were looking to check in for the night. at this point i remember turning some corners and losing track of where mom was. one of the hotel staff told me the place wasn't really deserted, because there were all these "free decorators" (sic) here for the convention. and turning a corner i realized she was right, there were quite a few people here for the convention. i smiled and told her "i don't know where my mother is ... " and went to look for mom. it would be unusual for my mom to walk anywhere faster than me, so she couldn't be too far away. but i decided to try calling her on her mobile phone, and as i was dialing i was now walking through the casino proper, with its jingling bleeping insane saccharine ringtone melodies. my phone was having trouble getting a signal. in fact it was behaving quite oddly, flashing nonsense orange alphanumeric characters at me and making slot-machine noises of its own. so i decided to go outside to see if i could get a signal there. but out on the street, i was still getting strange orange fluorescent nonsense on its display. and i didn't seem to be in las vegas anymore, it was more like some street in my home town of methuen. just before i woke up i vaguely began to understand why my mobile phone didn't work -- because if my mom was alive and driving her yellow maverick, then i must be somewhere back in the late 1970s or early 1980s.
then i woke up.
it was just after four in the morning, and i was being assailed by the most horrific tortured satanic noises, because a documentary about tazmanian devils had just come on TV. before switching channels i got to see two tazmanian devils having sex in a hole.