It's just like riding a T-Rex

This dream was kind of all over the place. It began with me trying to find a venue to put on an art exhibit, but also a space to throw a big after party as well. I found a warehouse downtown, right on Nicollet & 9th, and the inside was huge but it was completely trashed, with mounds and mounds of ripped up plastic sheeting, cardboard, twisted metal, boxes, a rows and rows of scaffolding. Some of it was waist deep and you had to wade through it to get to the next area. The guy who owned it was walking me through and seemed oblivious to the mess. We got to the very back of the warehouse and he got on this big contraption that looked like an abstract metal skeleton of a T-Rex, with a brown leather bike seat on its back. He could make it go up and down. I don't know what the purpose was.



The scene switched to a completely random place that my friends Jahna, Emma and I were trapped in the basement, but we weren't scared. We were trying to find evidence of something we were investigating. There were a couple of smarmy European guys that were trying to find us and kill us too. We finally got out through a window, but had to go through a little obstacle course of tippy, treacherous platforms and rusty metal stuff above a big black abyss.



We finally got out of that and walked up an alley, only to decide we should go back in. Jahna and I got trapped on a platform that was sliding all over the place and we had to dive through the window. The European guys found us and locked us in a long narrow room where there was only a small loveseat. We fell asleep on it in a weird way, kind of like sardines with our legs woven in a random Celtic knotwork pattern.



The scene changed to me working at my computer and copying and pasting an old Tweet and Facebook status update from last year with links that didn't work, and being mortified that I could make such a mistake. There was also something about a Medieval dress that I can't remember.

White Wedding at the Motel 6

While I've been keeping a Word file of my dreams for the past couple weeks, even the first few have lost a lot of their imagery in my mind. I'll recount a few of my more vivid, recent dreams and add to this blog as I go, from here on in.

In this dream I was just married, to whom I'm not quite sure, but I have a feeling it was my friend Rachel. We were on our "honeymoon" and forced to share the "bridal suite" at a Motel 6 with the band Motley Crue, who were playing an arena across the street (for some reason I think it was the old Met Center). The suite looked like an all-white Denny's, with vinyl booths and tables, and a flat screen tv mounted in the corner. Roadies were rushing in and out with sound equipment and luggage and rockers with big hair were lounging in the booths, much to our disdain.

The Crue

The scene changed to Rachel and I walking through a forest that had a lot of broken glass and garbage everywhere. We came to a little bridge where I found an old-timey looking gold key that somehow was softly amplifying blues music. Running underneath the bridge was a greenish-yellow stream that was clearly toxic. I had it in my mind that I wanted to go in and search for agates. Rachel was against the idea so I threw the key in as an excuse to go in. I could see it gleaming on the rocks and jumped in, Rachel followed me. I picked the key up with my toes and followed the stream into a dark cavern that had candle-light flickering in the back of it. We found a peeling white cabinet on the back wall that I opened with the key. Inside was a tattered self help book, and that's where the dream ended.

Ok, so I couldn't find an actual pic of a gold key underwater with agates.