Dreams: By Tag: Alcohol

Tuesday, October 07, 2008: Carriage, horse, driver, master

A black lacquered carriage drawn by a strong brown horse rolled down the dusty street. Patrick Stewart played the master in the carriage. He lounged across the seats inside the carriage, and spoke to the driver from time to time, giving him direction.

From a nearby pub, a stumbling gang of drunks approached and surrounded the carriage. “Keep moving. Don’t slow down,” the master ordered. “Run them down if they get in the way.”

One of the men passed a mug of amber liquid up to the driver to give to the master. “Compliments of the house to the Master.”

The driver sniffed it. “It’s not piss, sir. It smells like beer.” The driver had gray mutton chop sideburns.

“Throw it away,” the master said. “No doubt it was mixed from mugs left at the bar, or else they had a round of spitting into this one.”

A little beer had spilled from the mug into a top hat inside the carriage. The master flicked the beer from the hat out a window.

Sunday, May 18, 2008: Three dollars

He walked on Plantation Street, near a brick school building. A man wearing a worn tuxedo and top hat was talking to him, spouting all kinds of nonsense of great interest only to himself. Another man stood nearby, a vagrant, a drifter, a drunk, in a shabby brown coat. He looked down and saw three dollars in the gutter. He took one, and handed each of the men one dollar.

Saturday, January 19, 2008: Dinner party

I entered a wide room. Candelabras and candle sconces lit the room. In the center of the room stretched a long table, with a tablecloth, set for an elegant dinner. The host was an aristocratic man, the guests who seated themselves were also members of high society. I recognized none of them. But I was the guest of honor, so my wife and I seated ourselves. Before dinner, we played a game, but I misplayed my turn, and time skipped ahead two hours. We ended the game and sat down again, as dinner was being served. I passed my wife a crab puff. My champagne glass was filled and sparkled like gold.

Thursday, December 20, 2007: Planning a trip to a strip club

To our surprise, our wives suggested that we go to a strip club. So Will and Jeremy put together a list of strip clubs names; glyphs representing them hung upon the air for our review. We were standing between doorways into the kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom of a strange house. I thought to myself that I would be the designated driver, since I do not drink much.

My wife and I were discussing a calendar of girls our son has hanging on his wall. Her comment was that she did not find it distasteful. I wondered if she would find it distasteful if I hung a similar calendar on the wall.

The location where we were standing has a reverse correspondence to the actual location where our conversation took place, in our own house, in an intersection of doorways between the kitchen, bathroom, and his bedroom.

Thursday, July 12, 2007: Golden Beer, Golden Mall

I was seated at a bar with an old friend, William. We were having a beer. I never drink beer. I examined the mug. The beer was golden in color.

In another dream, I was walking with my family to a mall downtown. The mall was spacious; the color scheme was gold. I rode several escalators, and at the top of each escalator was a security guard.

Sunday, May 20, 2007: New Club, New Home, John Updike, Kramer

I was invited to a club opening. I arrived early, and sat in a dark corner, alone. Several homeless people sat nearby, here for the free alcohol. I asked a waitress about mixed drinks, explaining that I never drank anything but wine. She brought me a glass of red wine, and I sat, sipping it.

The club filled quickly. A man asked me if I should be drinking wine. They asked if my religion permitted it. They said that if I did not know, that I should ask a religious leader if it is permitted. I said that I did not believe in religions that required one to ask another what their own conscience should tell them.

I dreamed that I was living in a new house. The house contained a menagerie of animals. At bedtime, I herded the animals into a single room, and closed the gate. As I got into bed, I noticed that my wife was sleeping on a different side.

I had a dream that the author John Updike was showing me around his house. It was full of books. He was searching for a particular collection of stories he wished to lend me.

Finally, I dreamed that Kramer, from the TV show Seinfeld, was loudly humming a song, whose lyrics, should his companions recognize the song, would inform them about a person at another table.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005: Church, Big Cats, Bus and Champagne

My wife, my children and I were at a church function. The church members were proselytizing very aggressively. I responded in kind by adamantly refusing and refuting their doctrine.

Later, we found ourselves in a house. We were being entertained by an eccentric man, perhaps a rock star. He had two pet lions. One lion was trying to eat the other, which agitated our host.

Finally, we were waiting on Hamilton Street for a bus traveling downtown. The bus stopped, and we boarded it. The driver was an Asian woman. She appeared to be upset. She explained that this was a special celebration bus with champagne on it, but nobody was drinking it. In fact, there was nobody else on the bus but us. As we walked towards the back of the bus, past rows of hospital beds, we sat down, opened the crates, and drank some champagne.