Friday, November 11, 2005

But My Dreams Are Interesting, Really

Last night it started out perfectly lovely, it was the holidays at my dad’s house, lots of relatives were there, we were all happy to see each other. Then I started to notice mysterious strangers peeking in windows and doorways, then more and more of them until it became clear that they were trying to overtake the house, they were kind of like the "others" on Lost, sort of piratey and tattery and rough-looking and then they did overtake the house and started tearing parts of it down and rebuilding it, and there were probably hundreds of these evil contractors, and I was screaming, and suddenly my family was gone and I was trying to escape but every time I’d find a way out someone would catch me, and then finally I found a way out and ran toward these giant colorful trailers, and there were these women clown-cheerleaders and I tried to get one of them to lend me a cell phone, but no one would, and then I saw some police except they weren’t really police, when they turned around I could see that they were two-faced or two-headed circus freaks, which was when I realized that the evil contractors were there building an arena for the evil circus, and once again I would try and try to get away only to be stopped by some weird circus act or another, then finally I sort of got away and I was coughing non-stop again, this part was real, so I got up and went to the couch so I wouldn’t bother Ben, then went back to sleep only to continue the same dream, and so but I still had no money or anything and couldn’t find anyone who would help me or believe my story, until I ran into a little Chinese boy with magical powers (he flew around in a little cart) who was with an old Chinese man who at first seemed helpful but then his eyes turned large and yellow and his teeth became pointy and weird and he told me to stay away from the boy and that the person who was behind all of this was a woman named Felicity “with scales” he said, which I didn’t understand until I wandered into a Chinese restaurant which featured mermaids that did synchronized swimming and realized that Felicity was an evil mermaid but that she wasn’t working that shift. So then I finally found a guy who believed me and we wandered into a fabric store where there were all these designers and I asked them if they ever designed anything like a mermaid’s tail but they wouldn’t really answer, they just told me they were designing my friend Elizabeth’s wedding dress, and then somehow I was back at my dad’s house and my family was all there, fine, although there had been some stuff stolen by the evil people and the house was sort of different, but not that different, and everything was more or less okay.

9 comments:

teo said...

You know how I like to do this: Life was good, then it got weird and complicated for a while, and sometimes it was bad (evil, tattered people!), but mostly confusing, and then good stuff happened, and things got better, and sometimes you can remember bad confusing things because you didn't make those up, but life is really good again and everything's OK now even if sometimes not always. It's your story. Or you ate some bad cheese before bed. One of the two.

That's it. A goodie!

Betsy said...

Thanks, T, I knew you'd see it in the right light.

demanda said...

Hi there. Ever dream you went to Las Vegas and were driven around by a redhead in a redheaded car who took you to a room where only two people showed up to talk about your fabulous book? In the dream she said she may move to chicago and maybe she has. She and her Indian husband. Sorry to say she's not a mermaid. Guess there's some stiff competition to star in your dreams. Maybe they'll give out oscars for best supporting role in freaky dream or uncomfortable memory. Just thought I'd drop you a line. Loved the book!

Betsy said...

That wasn't a dream! Very weird, I had a vague thought about that just recently. How do you like Chicago? Glad you liked the book.

demanda said...

I like it a lot--so much to explore. Haven't met many people yet, but busy writing and enjoying the crunchy leaves. Living across from the Hemingway Museum in Oak Park and exploring the city in small bursts. Sad to see I missed your reading recently. Any others on the horizon?

Betsy said...

Cool - Oak Park is really nice - some good friends of ours live there. Yes - I'm doing one on the 19th at the Book Cellar and one on Dec. 15th at the Empty Bottle - both should be fun.

B. E. Pinkham said...

Whoa! It was probably the cough medicine. Antihistamines? Too much sudafed?

Donny B said...

I love the Book Cellar! Literature and booze...is there a better combination? (OK, there's choclate and peanut butter, but that's a classic.)

Betsy said...

Well, you'll have to go - they're making banana martinis and someone has to drink them.