Fish, snakes and Japanese businessmen

This dream was totally creepsville in an understated way. So much so I woke up sort of sobbing and yelling at 6am and had to get up and write the dream down.

It started out with me in a strange hotel room with a Japanese business man. I think maybe I was his assistant and we were on some sort of shady business trip. The hotel room was sort of disturbing; it had bright red carpeting that was sort of crappy, wood paneled walls and really high ceilings. All the rooms seemed small but tall and there was very little furniture and no decor.


The business man ordered takeout and a 6-pack of Sapor beer but after it came a note arrived saying that an anonymous friend wanted to buy us an order of cream cheese wontons and that they would be sent to our room immediately. The businessman left to do something and I was alone in the room. When the delivery guy came with the wontons I let him him and signed a slip. I went to find tip money for him and he passed out on a twin bed that was in the room. I tried to feed him a beer to wake him up and his head split open and a lot of fizz spilled out and kept spilling all over the bed. The businessman came back and was calm but I could tell he was panicked. He thought someone had tracked us to the hotel and the delivery guy's head cracking open was a homing signal of sorts. He instructed me to turn on some really loud punk music so I did. Someone came banging on the door and we just sat in the room and waited until they went away.


The dream changed to me outside of a mall (I think maybe HarMar Mall?) and a bunch of guys who looked like Genghis Khan (or what I'd expect Genghis Khan to look like anyway) were unloading huge racks of clothing and linens--I think they worked for a dry cleaning company--and somehow I got in the fray and knocked a huge rack over. They all started screaming at me and I tried to help in vain to put the rack back together. I realized that they were running drugs inside the hollow insides of the racks and I started to get scared that they knew I knew. I knelt down near a curb on the street and started sifting through dirt and sand and pulling out little springs and sprockets and hardware pieces that had fallen off the racks and giving them to the Genghis Khans - this seemed to appease them.


The next part switched to a weird abandon loading dock across the street from the mall. I was with a group of people who were supposedly my family but they were people I'd never seen before. We were salvaging old fish tanks and we found a big one that still had about half the water in it. We put it on a pedestal and suddenly a bunch of big fancy fish that had been dormant and had been laying flat on the bottom of the tank began to pop up. They were all gold fish hybrids but some were in huge angel fish format and you could tell they were starving.


I became panicked about feeding the fish but we couldn't find any food on the loading dock. Randomly, a veterinarian wandered over and I kept trying to get her to tell me what to feed them but she wouldn't acknowledge me. She just kept saying she "knew" one of the big angel fish and she couldn't believe he was still alive. I went across the street to the mall and somehow bought a live snake, which I intended on feeding the fish. On the way back he kept getting away and I'd pick him up again and he'd bite me multiple times.


Once I got back to the loading dock the scene morphed back to the Japanese businessman's hotel room. We'd apparently moved the tank there and I was really pissed off about the snake at that point. I held the snake by the tail and smashed his head against the wall and he kind of splayed open but it was all still snake skin, no blood. Somehow by me doing this, it caused a girl with blonde hair to materialize on the floor of the hotel room. She was dying because she was an extension of the snake somehow and she was vomiting a sort of yellow-green gel and spasming against the wall. This is when I woke up crying/yelling.

The snake and the rockstar

My apartment wasn't my apartment but it was. It was some sort of a cabin or summer home and I was reconfiguring and cleaning the whole place. I was polishing the floors by standing barefoot on an extra strength paper towel and buffing the marks on the linoleum out. It was working really well and I couldn't stop doing it. I remember being very stunned that it was working as well as it did.


There was an unidentified older rockstar that was temporarily living upstairs and he created an art installation that you had to climb through to get to him. It was Nic Harper from the Rogue Buddha's job to bring girls up to him and he brought me and Jahna up. He had made the top level of my house into a sort of horror maze. There were lots of dirty chicken feathers all over the floor and mangy plastic sheets you had to crawl through. There was a room where there was a big plastic sheet with a bunch of dried leaves and you were supposed to kick them onto the sheet. I remember thinking that the rockstar was just being lazy and trying to get people to clean up the leaves for him. Through the maze, you'd crawl around in tiny rooms and there would be a gritty, black and white image of something random on a light box, kind of flickering. (Maybe this part of the dream was inspired by the Soap Factory's Haunted Basement? Which btw is totally awesome.)

It wasn't Alice Cooper but it was along those lines.

When we finally got into the rockstar's living space it included a long, skinny rectangular sandbox and a TV set playing a show in the corner, but it was really bad reception. There was a big stuffed snake in the sandbox and it had some ratty looking animal fur attached to its head in a long strip. I picked up the snake and started petting it's fur/hair and the rockstar came in and was really impressed with me for doing that for some reason.


There was a lot of remodeling going on in my house too. I was getting a bunch of stairwells and landings redone with wooden walls that had different colored wood pieces jutting out from it in geometric shapes. It looked really cool but the rest of my house was really crappy, like a long-neglected cabin. I don't remember anything after that even though I know there was a lot. Something to do with delivering juice boxes to people I think...

I made this in photoshop, but it was much cooler in the dream.
The shapes acted sort of like a railing to other floors.