This was the most beautiful dream I’ve had in a while, possibly ever, so I’ll see about putting as much detail as I can. It might take the form of a short sotyr, with certain storylines stopping and starting at different spots.
My best friend from childhood and I went to go see a movie. Except we didn’t go to a theater, we were just having a sleepover in my house, which just happened to have a rather large home theater on it. (By large, I mean it was huge–maybe 100″? Maybe more?) The movie we were watching was a comedy of some kind. We were children at this point, maybe early teens. The livingroom was a small affair, bamboo loveseat, bamboo couch and bamboo chair, with beige cushions, all surrounding a glass bamboo table. The room itself was large, but dimly lit. It had the decor of a southwestern canyon, (In fact, I think it was an isle in a store!) yet at the same time it was personal.
The comedy we watched was one with Arnold Schwartzenaegger, in which he was governor of California, but was leaving office. During the movie, my friend dropped a bunch of vitamin/fish capsules, which went all over the floor.
Other friends joined us, including a man I had become very close friends with (who also doesn’t exist in real life). He was a man who was maybe half black, half native American, dark reddish/yellowish skin and a chiseled, square jaw. And he was a kind soul, older than I, who had lived a lot during his years. At this point in the dream we were all now adults, despite the fact that we had just been kids but a day before.
We all went to a hotel pool party thing, were we were joined by a number of families, including my own. The man and I spent time talking, when he revealed that he had a son, but that he had never met the boy. I told him that so long as he had us, he’d have a family. I meant this.
A week later, I was with my family, and we were all wanting to go see a movie again in the house theater. Here we had my actual, real-life family, my best friend from childhood, and the man. Also invited was another family. The movie, which we were unhappy with, was the same as before, though now it took a more dour tone, and served as a cautionary tale. We then changed the movie, to a documentary about the Greeks. Most everyone was unhappy with this and left the theater, and I told them they could get their money back or watch another movie if they so wished. Finally, my best friend and I settled on another documentary, also about the Greeks, though this one was more interesting than the previous.
We were sitting in the love seat, with an ottoman under our legs, both very comfortable. On the couch was a young boy with a bit of an attitude. My friend needed his fish oil vitamins again, and we found that there were still vitamins from the last time, so I went to go pick them up. I had to be on my hands and knees to do this, seeing as they were small vitamins. The boy also started picking up vitamins, and said that these were like his. I smiled at the coincidence and finished clearing the carpeted floor of these.
The previous movie, the one about Schwartzenaegger, proceeded for some reason, with me in it. He wanted his job as governor back, but he could only get it if he took a hard stance against Mexicans. But Mexicans weren’t too big of a threat, so his calls fell on deaf ears.
The chiseled-jaw man had gone out to search for his long lost son: he said he was near, and had seen his mother. He wanted my help. I walked around a store with him (something like a Target, which had a feeling like the home theater area). He took me to the side and pointed to a family, saying “I think that’s her.” I walked towards them in order to get a closer look. I started a conversation with the lady, a petite Indian woman with three kids, two of whom were obviously fully Indian, a boy about seven, and a girl about ten. The third was a young boy, maybe four, who looked nearly identical to the man who sent me. There was no doubt in my mind this was his son.
I told him of the news, and he went to meet the woman himself. They instantly bonded, and everyone instantly recognized the boy’s similarities to his father.
It was June 30th, and it was a Sunday. As I saw the man and his new family walking down a store isle, the girl grabbed my hand and said “Let’s go, it is time for the family movie.” I thanked her, but didn’t think I would be joining. THe man put his arm around me and said “You have a new family, my friend. And you’ll always be treated as such here.” He showed me a picture of everyone, including me, and he said this was my family photo, too. I thanked him and said that now I had two families, and showed him a picture of my biological family, which included a pissy brother, two sister, and parents. He laughed and we walked off to see that movie.
The Schwartzenaegger comedy was nearing its end, and my new family walked through corridor of vine plants, we saw a shadow of what looked like a Mexican bandero. In an unidentifiable accent it said, “Grrr! I am the bad Mexicano and I come to threaten your family! Grrr! Then his hat fell off an we looked up. There was no bandero, there was just a giant puppet made of leaves, and which looked more like Panchito Pistoles, from the movie “Three Caballeros”. We looked down and saw Schwartznaegger, who then saw us and stopped. “Oh,” he said, then someone (I think another me) pushed him away saying, “Come on. That’s it, we’re done.” As he walked away we heard, in a distinctly Austrian accent, “Alright, I suppose we are finished. Let’s go back to Hollywood…”
That’s where the dream ends. It was funny, a bit confrontative (not much), and touching. I might make this into a story.
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