Did you ever have epic (length) dream that lasted (assumed) from the time you got up to pee untill the time you got up for real – this one seemed 5 hours!
The Epic, The Extrodinary, The Nelsen Enclaved Beach Trip
I’ll try to put together the whole of it, but it revolved around a gathering of the generation of Nelsen’s known to me, my eternal wish to re-create Rocky Point and my unending Driving to/around Florida dreams…
The generation of characters as they come to me
- Nora (one of the drivers; new sunglasses), Linda (discussing where micro fibers come from), Mom (smoking), Dad (ravenously gathering the brunch left-overs onto his flatbread; saying it was too breezy so I had to find the ancient a/c buttons, Gramma + Grampa (No one knew Grampa’s age; before taking a nap, they nuzzled and giggled), Rusty and family, Agnes and George (addressed as ‘don’t you recall when the girls were little they would drive you mad by making noise upstairs when you tried to nap’); Anne Marie (twice remarking on the seen/unseen writings over the brick wall (star on the ceiling and triangles on the wall) as we went down stairs); Andrew and Arty (brought with him the column tops(2) he carved/welded into gargoilish romanesque helmets which i coppered and -either Uncle Kris or Carl(neither were Nelsens) or Grampa- helped set up the soldering station to work at as they knew where all the ancient bits were); a big lunch spread where we slid open the side doors to reveal an entire duplicate of the living/dining room to accomodate all the kids for a meal; all the laundry piles from the kids getting ready to go to the beach with Rusty, Nora and Linda in big sun hats and only the best sunscreen (Mom and I were clearing up the table… I never made it to the beach); Linda figured out the plan to stay one more night and get me to work on time -back in Raleigh.
- …not to mention all the details included like the dark carved wood posts and railings, all the RP decorations and rugs, the livingroom as at Edgewater (tiki-ish); large enfolding sofas and chairs; rafia rugs as at the Grady’s; colors and accoutraments all in the 40’s-50’s style.
- the two just married women from upstairs stashing their licquor in the bottom of the fridge to chill it
…and much more detail I can faintly remember (the Nelsen cousins have all these images in their RP memories)…. these type of dreams wear me out but I love them as they bring my family back to me!
woke up dreaming about sharing a dream (actual) to a group of folks discussing a business idea that came to the owner in a dream; he was asking his team if they thought the product/business was viable and should he move forward with it. i relayed (without being asked, which is my norm) how i had dreamed about starting a company for skateboard(ers) to help select the right board for their weight/height and type of boarding they were going to do. this also included instruction on how to choose the right trucks and wheels for their boarding as well as placement of the trucks… and asking folks their opinion of the viability of such a business.
We’d taken a little excursion to a hotel I knew in my youth. I’d sketched its unique architecture often and imagined visits there. It was not in the best of shape but worth the time as the old town was in the midst of an art celebration. Enjoying good meals and visits to the local pub and planning our days over coffee in bed and all the while talking with each other as if we were fresh and new in our relationship. When I mentioned to the owners my sadness in seeing the hotel’s decline, the manager asked what business of it was mine and why was I there to begin with. I told them I saw it every day as a young kid and how my Dad would be surprised I was here at all because it was supposedly one of ‘those’ kind of establishments (but I found it not so). I was briefly dismayed families were being assigned adjoining rooms but remembered we were soon leaving for a walk to town where we’d planned to enjoy a tall parfait of ginger ice-cream and rich vanilla mouse.
Wafting along in a googleEarth flight, I came upon the shoreline that starred in one of my long-time nightmares of tidle waves and escape – the same shoreline I first experienced being tossed head-over-keel by a wave as a small girl. google could not buffer me from that same gut-dropping feeling 50 years after the spill and 40 years after the first dream.
Freud slept here…?
SO on about a year or so ago, I found my self in a dreamscape of a coffeeshop/used kitchenware consignment kinda place… something to build a business on, I think!