As the EFFING RAGWEED SEASON has starting early (goddamn wet hot spring grumble grumble), I am only keeping myself sane and alive with a dazzling array of allergy medicines and a fair amount of alcohol. Thank the Invisible Pink Dragon that Aerius went generic this year – it’s now only costing me 80 cents/day to not want to claw my itching eyes out with my nails instead of $2.50.
Anyway, part of my regimen includes a Benadryl or two at bedtime to keep me from waking up at 2 AM and sneezing 58 times in a row. There is one side effect. I’m not entirely sure if it’s an up-side effect or a down-side effect – Benadryl gives you CRAZY dreams.
The other night I dreamt that I was spending a weekend in a haunted hotel in New Orleans. (Note: I have never actually been to New Orleans, even though my mother is sort of from there.) Why I was there I don’t recall. Ben wasn’t there, though my friend Celeste’s ex-boyfriend who is also called Ben was. I don’t remember very much of what you might call the “set-up” of the plot – I remember getting to the hotel and that I was wearing a totally hot red dress. I really, really want that dress. I should find someone who can draw, describe it to them, then figure out how to make it.
In that way that only places in dreams can be, the hotel was also a mall and quite a lot of the dream was boring I’m-going-to-the-restaurant-oh-no-I-can’t-get-in stuff. But some of it was genuinely weird and sort of fun. There was some running away from zombies, some running away from maniacs with knives (in which I was joined by my friend’s ex), a trippy elevator ride in which the elevator left the building and floated around in the clouds, and I believe I was slated to perform “Call of Cthulhu: The Opera for One Person”* at some point but missed it, probably due to being chased by a maniac with a knife or a zombie.
Anyway. After whatever adventures happened over the weekend, the entire guest population of the hotel left and walked along the riverbank. Is there a river in New Orleans? As we walked in the dawn, some people who may or may have not been wearing coolie hats were setting up some really beautiful miniature houses on the riverbank. In my dream, this was an activity traditionally associated with New Orleans. Is there a place where people do that? If so, I am going there on my next vacation. They were gorgeous 3-4 foot tall houses. As they finished, some boats sitting in the middle of the river set off some fireworks which somehow or other looked amazing against the dawn sky. The whole crowd marvelled.
Then a giant tsunami washed over us. I was just reminding myself to stay on my back and just float when I woke up.
I defy you to psychoanalyse this dream. Clearly it is pharmaceutical in origin. At least I hope it is.
*I am actually working with my friend Suzanne on “Call of Cthulhu: The Opera”, but it calls for quite a large cast. Look for it summer of 2011.