October 20th, 2006
|jimbojones||09:00 am - ugh, make it go away|
This is the second morning in a row I've woken up from really disturbing dreams. In the dreams, I'm in an extremely ghetto dormitory-type apartment building with communal bathroom and laundry facilities. Weirdly, there's an - unmanned - alcove selling really bad, really poorly made "clever" T-shirts just outside the navy-style communal shower/bathroom facility. (The kind with a big open room full of shower heads, no stalls, no partitions.) There is also a rather elderly electric stove there, which in the dream I think is odd because the apartments do have kitchens in them.
In this morning's dream, I walked to the laundry/shower facilities and looked at the bad T-shirts, and the hand-lettered sign over them noting that if you take a shirt, its price will be added to your rent. I wonder idly how they're going to know who took what shirts, and look around a little uneasily for a hidden camera, or a worker I don't see. Nothing. And then I realize the weird little communal stove is radiating fierce heat, and I see that two of its burners are glowing cherry red. I think how terrible it is that people would leave it like that, and resolve to fix it. But when I look at the control knobs, they are missing, and long tails from the spiral-wound burner elements are stretched out to the posts the knobs would be mounted on, with one final curl around the mount. Glowing cherry-red all the way. I still want to turn the stove off, but how can I, when I'd have to actually twist cherry-red-glowing burner elements to turn those same elements off? I think, well, I can use my folding pliers. But the pliers, in my dream as in real life, don't have insulated grips. So I'd still almost certainly burn the hell out of myself. Finally, I glumly walk off and leave the stove burning, as I'm sure many other people have already done.
Then my alarm went off.
Current Mood: awake / ugh
Current Music: James - Sometimes (Lester Piggott)