Weddings & hobbits

Tamarie is living in a hobbit hole. A really nice one. Spacious, airy (as airy as an underground hole can get), lovely views of an apple orchard, hobbit-sized round windows and doors, the whole nine yards. Like all other engaged women of the world, she has been given a charge card with an endless limit, the only caveat being that all of the charges must be wedding-related. But in the dream, I notice that she is putting all kinds of non-wedding related expenses on her card, like her nice, spacious new hobbit hole, and her four shiny new leather sofas. I call her on it, and her eyes fill with tears. "But I do need these things for the wedding! I do! Can't you understand that?" I feel like such a cad.

Liquid Dreams

It was rehearsal for Full Circle. Only the baby wasn't a baby, it was a big balloon full of liquid cocaine. (again with the balloons, I know. I always have these dreams right before I wake up, when I haven't peed in over eight hours, and K is taking his shower.) Sometimes the director was our artistic director, sometimes it was Ms. Bennett, my theater teacher from my senior year of high school. All of a sudden, it stopped being a rehearsal. All of a sudden we all realized that the baby was not a baby, that it was a big balloon full of liquid cocaine, and that there were sirens outside. People rushed the stage, trying to get the ballon. They began to tear it apart, and the liquid cocaine gushed all over the floor. I started to cry, because I knew there was no way in the world we could afford to replace all that cocaine in time for opening night.

Sisyphus

I dreamed I was in a vast, navy blue room. And when I say vast, I mean enormous, cavernous, going on for as far as you can see, and yet you know that it is a room, not just empty space, and that it is dark blue. I'm hauling weather balloons full of pee from one end of the room to the other. I have to drag them on the floor because they are so big and heavy from all the pee. They keep snagging and breaking. Hundreds of gallons of pee gush out over the floor. Although I can't see faces, I know that people are looking at me disapprovingly. Hauling balloons full of pee should be such an easy task. They know it, I know it. I haul another ballon and it snags again. Over and over again.