A sudden, arboreal stop

I had a dream last night, and it was so vivid that I’ve been thinking about the little details all day.

I realize that the fact that I found my own dream “vivid’ doesn’t mean it will hold any interest for anyone else, but there you go.

It was in two parts, probably because I woke up at least once.

The first part, I was in an office building. The office I was in was very posh, which I felt in the dream but which upon reflection was probably a little girl’s idea of a fancy office. There was a lot of gold and marble, and black stuff (couches? Curtains? Who knows).

I don’t know what my role in this dream was, or I can’t remember; maybe I didn’t have one. The primary occupatnt of the office seemed to be a man, my age or older (?), and he was having a meeting with his sister. His sister looked the woman who played Hope in the tv show thirtysomething. She was pissed off because she got called in to the office from someplace - Rome or something. There was a scandal brewing: the brother had had an affair with… someone, and as it turned out, the sister was really the one in charge. Anyway, they had a huge fight and there might have even been a gun.

The second part of my dream, I was in a part of Culver City I’ve never been in and which I’m pretty sure doesn’t exist. A friend of mine used to live over by the movie studios, and there are streets back there that are a mystery to me. Still I don’t think my dream neighborhood is real. If it is, we couldn’t afford it anyway. Culver City is out of our range and always has been.

It was a very cool looking neighborhood, more like a movie set or that area of Disneyland/California Adventure that has the painted scenery. Everything looked quaint and clean, there were little shops. I hate to say this, but maybe it looked a little like Stars Hollow (stupid Gilmore Girls).

I was riding a bike and zooming around, when the chain to the bike fell off. I came to a (sudden arboreal stop? No, but thank you, Aaron Sorkin!) crashing heap on the sidewalk and got up and walked my bike across the street to a very conveniently located bike shop.

I started looking around at the bikes, and told the guy to hold off on fixing it… maybe I wanted a new one. He and I talked about bikes for a while, and then we both ran out of the store - we smelled smoke.

This dream is getting dumber and dumber the more words I try to use to describe it, but I’m in it now, even if it sucks. Smoke was coming out of the windows of the apartment over the bike shop, so we ran up some stairs and into an apartment. There were a couple of kids in the kitchen, and they were so scared they were frozen. The fire wasn’t too big yet but we knew we had to get out. The kids finally woke up to what was happening and we all ran downstairs.

That’s it! Bye!