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Dream of the Over-Zealous Editor

Dreamed I was in a very familiar place with very beautiful houses. (When I awakened, the place was not familiar.)

The crux of the dream was that there were these four people who were just incredibly interested in me. Not necessarily sexually—although that may have been an undercurrent—they found me altogether fascinating, amazing, wonderful etc. Two of them were women, again familiar in the dream though I can’t remember them in real life. The other two were S______ and M__________.

I kept bumping into one or the other of these people; having long, fascinating, amazing, wonderful conversations with that person; and then bumping into another one, and leaving the first to have long, fascinating, amazing, wonderful conversations with the second.

The only conversation I can remember was with M__________ who was telling me about all the wonderful changes in his life since I had seen him last. “And I finally got my nose fixed,” he told me.

I peered at his face. The new nose struck me as tiny and a little ugly.

“You remember what a honker it used to be,” he said.

“Oh yes, of course,” I said vaguely. Although I didn’t.

(In real life, M__________ does not have a particularly big nose.)

We were walking down a street at twilight, peering into the windows of houses.

“I’ve always been curious about that one,” M__________ said.

“As it happens, I know that one,” I said. “Barbara Angell used to live there.”

(In real life, Barbara Angell had not lived in that house.)

Somehow, we got into that house, and I saw it had been elaborately redecorated in the time since I’d last been there.

There were these sort of golden faience panels beneath the windows.

And there were these sort of bay window protrusions into which dwarf orange trees and other exotic plants had been set.

A little further in, and the house opened up into this vast underground passage with shops and things. The passage had this huge domed ceiling on to which stars had been painted—like the backdrop for an opera.

Through the center of this passage ran a very busy street, and I kept wondering how anyone could live in that house now: The street was very noisy!

The shops were really fascinating, and I was walking around with my iPhone, trying to take pictures of it all.

There was, for example, this amazing coffee merchant with all this 19th century industrial coffee-producing machinery, very steam-punky and picturesque.

There were these three men sitting in front of what looked like a town hall. Parodies of movie bad men. And as they talked to me, I gradually realized that some friend of mine had just written a magazine story about them and that they were very bad men indeed.

Just then, another man walked out of the town hall with a gun.

He shot the three bad men—Bam! Bam! Bam!

He was the editor of the magazine where this story was slated to run, he informed me. Shooting these men was some kind of editing process.

I woke up.

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Oct. 13th, 2018 03:12 pm (UTC)
Wow--and I thought I had vivid dreams!
Oct. 17th, 2018 04:42 pm (UTC)
You do have vivid dreams. At least, the ones you write about. :-)
Oct. 13th, 2018 03:48 pm (UTC)
I have to say your dreams are way more interesting than mine...
Oct. 17th, 2018 04:42 pm (UTC)
Ya think? Or do you think you just don't remember yours?
Oct. 18th, 2018 04:31 pm (UTC)
I remember odd flashes - being on a ferry, seeing my sister dressed for a wedding - but my dreams don't have any narrative coherence to make them really interesting.
Oct. 13th, 2018 04:30 pm (UTC)
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Oct. 17th, 2018 04:43 pm (UTC)
Another slow day for the Putin-bots!
Oct. 13th, 2018 05:04 pm (UTC)
If you could ever weave all these dreams into some kind of coherent whole, you'd have a very strange novel :)
Oct. 17th, 2018 04:44 pm (UTC)
Some of my dreams could definitely be turned into short stories!

Not this one, though. But it had some great visuals. :-)
Oct. 17th, 2018 04:36 pm (UTC)
So - your unconscious mind conjured up two men that found you utterly fascinating whose names began with the letters S and M. Interesting...but that's only because my own conscious brain tends to go there like the giggling idiot 12 year old it tends to be most of the time.
Oct. 17th, 2018 04:41 pm (UTC)
S & M are real people, though, and their significance has more to do with the era of my life when they were players on the stage than it does with the juxtaposition of their names.

I figured I should only use their initials because I need to learn to be more circumspect in what I write in a quasi-open forum.

For me, that's difficult! :-)

Edited at 2018-10-17 04:45 pm (UTC)
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