Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Dreaming from the Knee, Part 4

An ongoing journal about dreams that I have after taking my painkillers, while I recover from knee-replacement surgery.

THE PART THAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED: The Good Lady Wife and I watched the episode of "Comedians in Cars Getting Coffee" which featured Margaret Cho.

THE SUBSEQUENT DREAM: I'm late for class. I was supposed to leave at 6:50, but it is now 7:16, so I'll have to drive in. Since I am in college [this IS a dream-Ed.], if I miss my first class, no big deal. I am making the best time I can in traffic, but my head gets turned by a show. On a Tuesday morning, a club is featuring a show. Paul Reiser, rather rudely walks past me  and I turn to him and say, "Moth******r, do you not see me?"["this had better be a dream!"-God], which he doesn't hear.

Talk into the coffee cup, ma'am...
I realize that I haven't bought a ticket, so I do. Reiser is the opening act, and a rather flamboyant stage revue featuring drag queens and other gaudily dressed folks dancing and singing. I sit near the front, with my special coffee cup. The show ends and I find that, full, half-full or empty, my cup is a recording device. I hit a button on the the side and it cuts miniature 45s for each recording. The performers love me and most are willing to talk. One of the people on the periphery declines ("Dignity and privacy, y'know", and I certainly understand).

As I am walking out of the club, one of the female performers is stopped by another performer. "Roof tape!", someone says, because this woman is walking out with something that the crew needs. "Don't forget your porn!", someone else shouts. They all laugh and someone makes a comment about cats and glycogen in some indistinct Asian accent and that's all I recall.

Dreaming From the Knee, Part 3

An ongoing journal about dreams that I have after taking my painkillers, while I recover from knee-replacement surgery:

I don't have a picture of my Nana staying with us, so...
Charlie Bucket's family, ladies and gentlemen!
We are in a house, perhaps the home, in which I was raised, but the Good Lady Wife and I own it and we have Nana (my Grandmother) staying over. Rhonda (the GLW) is upset about something and she is not forthcoming about it. It has something to do with hogging TV or radio time, but I suspect it is due to her having to caretake me and now Nana, who is visiting. She says, "I don't know how to say this...", which is infuriating me, because indirect statements bother me.

This is all I recall from this dream, but for those of you who have ever watched a sitcom, I finally empathized with characters that are upset with their loved ones due to something that was dreamt. I woke up, and I was peeved at the GLW for a hot second, until I realized that I had dreamed all of that.

We laughed about it and she even said she was "sorry", even though, of course, she and I knew that she didn't do anything wrong in real life. I would also like to add that she has been taking very good care of me.