I am always fascinated by dreams that happen in sequence, that pick up where the previous dream left off. I had three sequential dreams last night.
In the first dream, my wife and I found ourselves riding in a big limousine, with the former president Bush (the first one, G.H.W. Bush), his wife Barbara, and a bunch of other dignitaries. We (wife and I) were attending a Republican Presidential Nominating Convention, and we had been surprised by being picked up at the airport by the former president and his entourage; we were being given the V.I.P. treatment. We were scheduled to sit with the former president at all of the gala events. He had thoughtfully provided me with a blue blazer (to match the one worn by the other V.I.P.s), but it didn't go with the rest of my outfit, which was light brown. We were dropped off at our hotel (the others apparently were staying somewhere else), which was a very fancy and expensive place. I looked down at my shoes, and noticed that they didn't even match! I thought, "Oh no, what will I do?" I hit upon the idea of asking the hotel concierge to round up a pair of polished black wingtips, size 13, muy pronto.
We entered the hotel. My wife went off in search of the concierge, and I decided to go up to our room, which (courtesy of the former president) was a palatial penthouse suite. I entered the elevator, along with about a dozen other people; the elevator was huge, capable of holding about 50 people at a time, and had glass walls all around, so we could see ourselves ascending and descending.
Someone pushed a floor button, and the elevator shot up like a rocket, at tremendous speed; we all had to grab the rail in the elevator to avoid being plastered to the floor. The elevator stopped about 12 floors up, and someone got off. Instead of then going up to my floor, it plunged downward at free-fall speed, and again everyone had to grab the rail in order to avoid floating....everyone but me, as I enjoyed the ride, and let myself float up in the air, heels over head.
The elevator stopped suddenly at ground level and I was slammed into the side of the elevator. We then repeated the sequence; up like a rocket, and down in free-fall. And then.....one of our cats ran into our bedroom, and began making a ruckus, which woke us up, so of course the dream ended. My wife got up and shooed the cat out of the room, and eventually I went back to sleep, and had the:
Second Dream:
My wife and I are again being driven around in a big car, either a 70s-vintage station wagon, or a limousine. We are in the back seat, along with a young (30-ish) blond woman who is very attractive, charming, and intelligent. She is attending the convention and staying with us in our suite.
We are still in the process of attending the convention, but all of us have forgotten some last-minute items that we need, so we have somehow been transported instantly back to my little home town in Kentucky, and provided with a car and driver, so we can fetch the items. The driver takes us to a grocery story on the north side of town, which is a downscale area. There is something that I need in the store. The young woman apparently spent the previous night at a hotel about a mile further north, along the interstate, and left something she needed at the hotel, so she gets out to walk up to the hotel. Before she leaves the car, she gives me a big hug, and I marvel at what a splendid girl she is. She exits and starts walking. I try to alert the driver, to get him to start the car and pick her up to drive her up to her hotel, but I can't seem to get his attention. As she is walking down the street, she is carrying a cloth shopping bag, and some strange man walks up behind her and puts a large jar or can of some consumer good into her bag; she retrieves it, and insists that the man take it back, as she doesn't need it; and then....
Our naughty cat came back in the room, and began making a lot of noise, and woke us up, and the dream ended. My wife got up and shooed the cat out of the room, and eventually I went back to sleep, and had:
The Third Dream:
We are at a subsequent Republican presidential nominating convention. We are again being given the V.I.P. treatment, and are ensconced in a splendid suite in the same hotel. It's huge, about 1200 square feet, and furnished with luxury furniture and red carpet. The same attractive blond woman is again rooming with us, and has brought along a friend, also a very attractive girl. I and my wife are fully dressed up and ready to to down to the convention hall, but the young woman is busy writing something, and not quite ready to go. I pace around the room, pick up a magazine, and see in it an article she has written. I notice that her last name is different from what it was when she was last with us, and surmise that she has gotten married in the interim.
Anxious to go to the event, I walk out of the room and stroll around the mezzanine, looking at various displays and posters. I re-enter our room, and feel something foreign around my left ankle. I lift up my leg, hike up my trouser leg, and find that several lady's gold necklaces are around my ankle. I pull them off; they are beautiful and very fine, and obviously expensive. I ask all of the women in my room if they have lost necklaces; they haven't, and are as puzzled as I am.
I notice that my bladder is full, and I have to go to the bathroom (amazing how often that happens in dreams), and I go in search of a bathroom. Some other people have joined us in our suite, and all of our bathrooms are occupied; so I leave our suite, and enter the neighboring suite in search of a bathroom. In it are two obviously well-heeled gentlemen, seated in easy chairs, discussing some current event. They are dressed in fine suits. Their wives are in the background, applying makeup and jewelry.
In between the men, in the center of the room, is a large oval Ottoman, made of fine leather and mahogany. At each focus of the oval, inset into the top of the Ottoman, are white, disc-shaped objects that appear to be made of some absorptive material, each about a foot in diameter. I am struck by the notion that these absorptive disc are some kind of emergency back-up toilet, and begin peeing on one of them. I then realize that I am in someone else's hotel room, peeing on his Ottoman, without permission; embarrassed, I apologize to one of the men, and attempt to explain my confusion. He tells me that he assumed that the device was intended for just that purpose, and is not bothered by my act. Relieved (no pun intended), I head back to our suite.
Upon entering, I discover, again, that there are necklaces around my left ankle. This time, there are more of them, and they are fabulously valuable, very expensive necklaces. I, my wife, and the two young women who are our guests, go out into the mezzanine to ask any women within earshot if they have lost necklaces. We meet a man and his wife, who, by coincidence, are experts in fine jewelry (he works at Sotheby's, or some such place); I pull the necklaces off one at a time, and hand them to the woman, who untangles and displays them. Her husband explains the details of each necklace. One has many large diamonds; another is made of finest iridescent white pearls, another of large black pearls, etc. The scene is comical; the man is dressed in a tuxedo, and sports a handlebar mustache, a triangular goatee beard, and fin-de-sicle pince-nez glasses; he looks like a character from a very early silent moving picture. No one knows anything about the source of the necklaces. And then...
Our cat comes into the room again, and makes a ruckus, and wakes us up, and the dream ends.
In the first dream, my wife and I found ourselves riding in a big limousine, with the former president Bush (the first one, G.H.W. Bush), his wife Barbara, and a bunch of other dignitaries. We (wife and I) were attending a Republican Presidential Nominating Convention, and we had been surprised by being picked up at the airport by the former president and his entourage; we were being given the V.I.P. treatment. We were scheduled to sit with the former president at all of the gala events. He had thoughtfully provided me with a blue blazer (to match the one worn by the other V.I.P.s), but it didn't go with the rest of my outfit, which was light brown. We were dropped off at our hotel (the others apparently were staying somewhere else), which was a very fancy and expensive place. I looked down at my shoes, and noticed that they didn't even match! I thought, "Oh no, what will I do?" I hit upon the idea of asking the hotel concierge to round up a pair of polished black wingtips, size 13, muy pronto.
We entered the hotel. My wife went off in search of the concierge, and I decided to go up to our room, which (courtesy of the former president) was a palatial penthouse suite. I entered the elevator, along with about a dozen other people; the elevator was huge, capable of holding about 50 people at a time, and had glass walls all around, so we could see ourselves ascending and descending.
Someone pushed a floor button, and the elevator shot up like a rocket, at tremendous speed; we all had to grab the rail in the elevator to avoid being plastered to the floor. The elevator stopped about 12 floors up, and someone got off. Instead of then going up to my floor, it plunged downward at free-fall speed, and again everyone had to grab the rail in order to avoid floating....everyone but me, as I enjoyed the ride, and let myself float up in the air, heels over head.
The elevator stopped suddenly at ground level and I was slammed into the side of the elevator. We then repeated the sequence; up like a rocket, and down in free-fall. And then.....one of our cats ran into our bedroom, and began making a ruckus, which woke us up, so of course the dream ended. My wife got up and shooed the cat out of the room, and eventually I went back to sleep, and had the:
Second Dream:
My wife and I are again being driven around in a big car, either a 70s-vintage station wagon, or a limousine. We are in the back seat, along with a young (30-ish) blond woman who is very attractive, charming, and intelligent. She is attending the convention and staying with us in our suite.
We are still in the process of attending the convention, but all of us have forgotten some last-minute items that we need, so we have somehow been transported instantly back to my little home town in Kentucky, and provided with a car and driver, so we can fetch the items. The driver takes us to a grocery story on the north side of town, which is a downscale area. There is something that I need in the store. The young woman apparently spent the previous night at a hotel about a mile further north, along the interstate, and left something she needed at the hotel, so she gets out to walk up to the hotel. Before she leaves the car, she gives me a big hug, and I marvel at what a splendid girl she is. She exits and starts walking. I try to alert the driver, to get him to start the car and pick her up to drive her up to her hotel, but I can't seem to get his attention. As she is walking down the street, she is carrying a cloth shopping bag, and some strange man walks up behind her and puts a large jar or can of some consumer good into her bag; she retrieves it, and insists that the man take it back, as she doesn't need it; and then....
Our naughty cat came back in the room, and began making a lot of noise, and woke us up, and the dream ended. My wife got up and shooed the cat out of the room, and eventually I went back to sleep, and had:
The Third Dream:
We are at a subsequent Republican presidential nominating convention. We are again being given the V.I.P. treatment, and are ensconced in a splendid suite in the same hotel. It's huge, about 1200 square feet, and furnished with luxury furniture and red carpet. The same attractive blond woman is again rooming with us, and has brought along a friend, also a very attractive girl. I and my wife are fully dressed up and ready to to down to the convention hall, but the young woman is busy writing something, and not quite ready to go. I pace around the room, pick up a magazine, and see in it an article she has written. I notice that her last name is different from what it was when she was last with us, and surmise that she has gotten married in the interim.
Anxious to go to the event, I walk out of the room and stroll around the mezzanine, looking at various displays and posters. I re-enter our room, and feel something foreign around my left ankle. I lift up my leg, hike up my trouser leg, and find that several lady's gold necklaces are around my ankle. I pull them off; they are beautiful and very fine, and obviously expensive. I ask all of the women in my room if they have lost necklaces; they haven't, and are as puzzled as I am.
I notice that my bladder is full, and I have to go to the bathroom (amazing how often that happens in dreams), and I go in search of a bathroom. Some other people have joined us in our suite, and all of our bathrooms are occupied; so I leave our suite, and enter the neighboring suite in search of a bathroom. In it are two obviously well-heeled gentlemen, seated in easy chairs, discussing some current event. They are dressed in fine suits. Their wives are in the background, applying makeup and jewelry.
In between the men, in the center of the room, is a large oval Ottoman, made of fine leather and mahogany. At each focus of the oval, inset into the top of the Ottoman, are white, disc-shaped objects that appear to be made of some absorptive material, each about a foot in diameter. I am struck by the notion that these absorptive disc are some kind of emergency back-up toilet, and begin peeing on one of them. I then realize that I am in someone else's hotel room, peeing on his Ottoman, without permission; embarrassed, I apologize to one of the men, and attempt to explain my confusion. He tells me that he assumed that the device was intended for just that purpose, and is not bothered by my act. Relieved (no pun intended), I head back to our suite.
Upon entering, I discover, again, that there are necklaces around my left ankle. This time, there are more of them, and they are fabulously valuable, very expensive necklaces. I, my wife, and the two young women who are our guests, go out into the mezzanine to ask any women within earshot if they have lost necklaces. We meet a man and his wife, who, by coincidence, are experts in fine jewelry (he works at Sotheby's, or some such place); I pull the necklaces off one at a time, and hand them to the woman, who untangles and displays them. Her husband explains the details of each necklace. One has many large diamonds; another is made of finest iridescent white pearls, another of large black pearls, etc. The scene is comical; the man is dressed in a tuxedo, and sports a handlebar mustache, a triangular goatee beard, and fin-de-sicle pince-nez glasses; he looks like a character from a very early silent moving picture. No one knows anything about the source of the necklaces. And then...
Our cat comes into the room again, and makes a ruckus, and wakes us up, and the dream ends.
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