rootofnewt | dali visited me

I just had a very odd dream... it was in a classroom which looked suspiciously like a mix of my grandma's kitchen and the downtown mall here in Cville... My desk was a bunkbed. Salvador Dali was lecturing us (mostly people who were in Russia with me) about something... perhaps a mixture of calculus and impermanence. I'm not sure--he was speaking in a mixture of dynamic, dramatic sweeping statements and barely spoken mumbles. He was disgruntled when I misinterpreted his question (he was mumbling, but I think he asked if I'd ever seen a movie without an end) and told him that I've seen some movies with ambiguous endings.

At some point (I was on the top bunk at this point, having climbed up there to do something or other), he whipped out a dance mat. The mat was more like a plexiglass grid--the type one could write on with grease pencil in a war room, except there was no mat. It was pale blue, with a white grid.

He scattered hundreds of jelly bracelets in a sinuous curve on the mat, kicked off his shoes, and proceeded to do some twisted tap dance with his toes, scoopiing these bracelets up onto his feet as he went. Halfway through, he dumped lots of plain M&Ms on the mat and continued tap dancing, scattering the M&Ms as he continued to dance the jellies onto his feet.

I remember thinking, "damn... I hope those are weird imported M&M's and soy-free..."

a car pulled into the driveway... I was naked, my mom rolled her eyes, I grabbed a bra and slip to dress in the laundry room, but they disappeared. It was my aunt (Nancy, not Nita), who was highly amused at my naked agitation... mom kept bringing me washcloths to cover up with.

I managed to run shrieking to the bedroom, where I climbed up on the toilet to get a towel. I already had one on my head for some reason... I came out and a family dinner was in progress. My brother was about seven, which amused me--"Oh, sweetie, you're so cute," so he grew to be his current age. Nancy said, "yeah, he's showing off by controlling his growth..." At this point, Brandon started shrinking again. I noticed that his whiskers did *not* disappear as he shrank and looked younger, so I teased him... He tried to retract them, but couldn't. I woke up.