Dream 1) My sister and I are auditioning for a dinner-theater production of Annie, Get Your Gun at Hymie’s Deli in Bala Cynwyd (which actually does exist, but does not have a dinner theater, and would be more likely to do Neil Simon, anyway).
Dream 2) I ask Alfred Hitchcock to get me in touch with Arlene Dahl about ghosting her memoirs, except I accidentally say *Roald *Dahl, and even Alfred Hitchcock thinks it’s pretty funny to get those two mixed up.
Dream 3) I am kidnapped and held hostage by a group of modern artists in their Midtown (East 20s) gallery, where they force people to create horrible modern art. They even block my cell phone so I can’t call for help!
Periodically I dream that we are moving to a new house or apartment. It’s usually someplace really cool with extra rooms and secret passages and so forth. Last night we were going to rent a new apartment with a huge master bedroom that had French windows opening onto the garden.
The only snag was that the landlord, Max von Sydow, was going to make me write an essay about why I deserved the place, first. He’s so strict.
General Tso’s. Recooked, with extra onion and soy sauce. Then bed at 7:30 with a book (Patrick Dennis’ First Lady) and asleep by 9:00. Result: see above!
Last night I dreamed that Tony Stark hired me to create a controlled vocabulary (I wanted to follow the example of the MeSH headings and do something tree-based) for scientific and industrial research and it stressed me out so much I had a heart attack. I had Mexican food last night, though. And almost a decade of librarianship.
I have neat real estate dreams, frequently it involves touring a new house or apartment trying to decide which room I want to make my bedroom or how I want to arrange my furniture-stuff like that:D
I have sleep-toured some absolutely killer dwellings that I would love to live in in real life. [Typically they are sprawling victorians, one of my favorite house styles.]
What makes the dream even weirder is, I left the Main Line in 1975 and have not thought about Hymie’s since–obviously, it was lurking in the back of my tiny brain waiting for this dream. “Chinese food, eh? Well, remember our corned beef?”
Yes, but did you order it extra hot & spicy? Sometimes if you say “I want it extra hot. You know, 消防舌 (fire tongue)” the chef will take it as a personal challenge.
