going international

 Rita is taking me on another family (various family members, including a young boy, 7-ish, who is Josh or Corgan, or KO, or someone named Billy and someone named Teddy.) vacation with them. This time it's a surprise. I'm trying to tell her she can't do it that way, but she insists, and we all get in her car and start driving. north/northeastish. Cleveland, Buffalo. 

But we keep going and soon we are at the border and stop for the night.

We are going into Canada to an international airport. Seems strange to me. I mean, I know Canada probably has international airports -- it's not something I've ever thought a whole lot about. And I'm pretty sure CVG is an international, and it's right up the road from us. At least for the purposes of this dream. And there was also Cleveland, but maybe they only go "internationally" to Canada? I don't know.

Maybe it's just cheaper to fly out of Canada with a group of that size. I've heard of people plotting out things like that, and It's something the Rita- Jeanie - Chelle research team might do.

Meanwhile I'm thinking maybe I can visit some of my Canadian friends, although I suspect we may at this time be farther away from Linda than we were at home.

And there was a reason I haven't already just made that drive. I tell Rita, again, that this isn't going to work, because I don't have a passport. I show her where my driver's license is marked "not acceptable for passport or international travel."

Rita says not to worry about it, because they aren't really that particular about it anymore. Especially with a group as large and busy and loud and  confusing as ours. 

I told her I'd heard the stories, too, but that didn't mean they were true. They could be urban myths. But, okay, whatever.

Then she tells me the secret surprise. We're going to England, and because we're going from Canada my missing passport (!) won't be as much of an issue.  Again, this is in a dream; nothing to do with real life circumstances except a smattering of not-believable I-got-away-with-it stories.

So, I'm all happy, planning on visiting friends over there. Yeah, thanks to modern social technology I have friends everywhere. But I keep asking Rita if she's sure, because something just isn't right. When she demands to know what or why, I can't answer her.

Then it occurs to me. I haven't been vaccinated. They absolutely, positively will not admit me without that.

I can't go.

Lots of drama and regret and sorrow on this issue. Rita seems to think I forgot that detail on purpose.

While I'm in the neighborhood, of a sort, I think I'll go visit Tracy, and maybe do my all-across Canada friends and come home through the Pacific Northwest (BC) and visit the places I want to in Washington, and the mixture of friends and family that live in and around Portland, and maybe even dip into California. Rita is letting me take her car home instead of paying for long term parking at the airport. 

Before  that can happen, the boy decides he can't or won't go, so I can take him home. He is Billy at this point.

Damn, there goes my leisurely drive around the continent. No visiting will be done. I have to take this kid back to his home. He doesn't want to leave the airport, but I bribe him away by offering him a sit-down and eat-in breakfast. (Apparently he's been on enough family trips to really appreciate this.)

So we start driving back through Ohio, staying off the interstate and going south. Or so I think and hope. Because it's already after breakfast time at the food chains, and we are looking for the cozy local diner type of place that won't mind making a big full breakfast for a couple weary travelers, one with way too much energy and too many emotions. Guess there were no IHOPs in that area.

We're driving into a part of a city with narrow streets,perhaps cobbled,  tall old buildings, and heavy traffic. We have come down a twisting highway -- can't remember the number, but there were all sorts of crossroads with other numbers into this cityscape, and I am becoming nervous that maybe I'm not going as south as I was thinking I was. 

The heavy traffic is all rich expensive cars and the drivers are waving and tooting and smiling and seem to know one another. The road is split into one way parts and the part I'm on looks to be going uphill when we've just come down. This part of Ohio is not supposed to be that hilly. 

Trying to pull off or over, I keep bumping into the rich cars. It's annoying to the other drivers, but no one is getting really angry. I'd like to see that happen in real life. Every time I apologize I ask them how to get to Cincinnati, but they are all busy getting back to their drives and no one answers me.  I hang bumpers with one old guy. He helps me detach and tells me to get to Cincinnati I have to go back up the hill. I said I'd just come down the hill. Have I been going the wrong way all this time? 

I think I have, but I am mumbling and grumbling about it, but after verifying the info with other drivers, decide to do what I was told, and follow the one way trail/road up the hill.

 Once I get started, I realize that I have NOT gone wrong -- I am on the same road I've been on and going in the same general direction. I never turned around anywhere, except for the hairpin curves, and if I just keep driving I'll get somewhere.

Frisch's Dream: April 2017

One of my crazy Frisch's dreams. Was going in store with Linda after hours -she was picking up or meeting someone - in the back but we were in the front. She started futzing around the front counter area (as it was when I worked there) and I went and laid down out front but in corner (non smoking area, back in the day?). Heard people walking around talking . Once heard male voice saying hello and thought it was strange because it wasn't coming from side of bed where my phone was. It must be security guard I thought and went back k to sleep.
Then I heard someone -- male -- saying my name urgently. Ruth . Ruth. Ruth.kept saying what what what sat up in bed and yelled what. No one here no one outside
I Don't like it.

Won't go I to my reasons but 

I. 

Don't. 

Like. 

It.

clocks and lights : May 12, 2013

crazy, disturbing dreams waking me early two days in a row. Yesterday's had something to do with my dad -- didn't write It down . This morning was a light stick hung from an overhead light, if you turned and clicked It before you hung It, It would turn into neon-type lighting and create images -- faces mostly -- witch, and skull and a really ugly puffy face -- and It would come off the hook and float around the bed in a clockwork circle, changing faces (and colors) as It clicked its way around. I was glad Hailey wasn't with me to be scared of that thing. Went into the other room to tell Rex and there was a carousel and a house, all with clockwork works but everything was all wrong and in a malicious threatening way.
Then there were the two women in the bathroom -- one was an 'other woman' and the other her buddy. They were threatening me. The house magically appeared up on top of he cliff when my daughter (dream daughter, not a real one) thought of It. Pushy women, noisy toys, magic houses, and a clockwork light stuck circling the bed making evil or ugly faces.
Yeah, I'm not quite ready to go back to slep.

daddy and the sheep liver and stove

yesterday morning's dream:

 Daddy wanted me to cook lamb livers for him. He had them marinating in milk on his nightstand beside his (sick)bed. I was taking them to the stove in an iron skillet. The stove was an old fashioned monster, with drafts and flues and stovepipes and heavy metal burner covers, and It was piled high with dirty dishes and stacks of newspapers. I spilled the 'juice' off the sheep livers while trying to clear a space on the stovetop. I was going to put some in from a skillet of little livers -- probably chicken -- but when I touched that pan this black stuck figure rose up from behind the stove and It was Mother screeching about me touching her stuff and messing It all up. Then Daddy started yelling at me about not even being able to cook a simple sheep liver for him, and I started running and crying because I just can't do anything right!

mix up mish mash

 parents couples (him & wife; her & husband) having a date. Supposed to be at posh restaurant (LOL) but surprise, was at his new ashley grove style apartment.

Running along with Josh and company, and I was keeping up moderately well until I realized I was actually running.

Teeth.

Toenail clippings and teen-agers. Had a bunch of toenail clippings i had to get rid of. was mad because they weren't mine; why did I have to get rid of them? But somehow they were my responsibility. 

Was at school, trying to find a bathroom, so I could flush them. But everybody was sitting on the toilets watching the cheerleaders in the showers doing routines. 

Bathrooms were moved around, labeled wrong, toilets clogged in some, flippety flop. This was before the cheerleader shower show. They were in blue and white uniforms.

Finally ended up following some of the snob girls outside to darkened parking lot, putting toenails into my hands from out of my mouth (Yuck, Ew. Gross. WTF?) and still looking for a place to put them. Everyone stopped around a pickup truck, and I went to tailgate and was dropping bits of toenails into the bed, but when I got one hand empty I sort of reached in to swirl them around in the back of truck or poke them into cracks and crevices of the bed, the whole bed was filled with a cake. A yellow cake, with whipped icing. 

OMG, if they bit into toenails, they'd know it was me! I had to get the toenails out.

discreetly.

yeah, that don't work with whipped frosting. Nothing discreet about skimming over that for toenail clippings. 

helen and tammy

 working with them both at a mcdonalds/frisch's hybrid., i was new person, but a rehire,not a complete rookie. I was basically shadowing Helen, who was doing a lot of inventory and scheduling and other paperwork. avoiding floor work (that was me) 

lots of menu changes, lots of presentation differences, many changes in general, I was constantly running back to stockroom (which was Kim's Pizza stockroom) looking for this dish and that container and the wrong color bowl, etc.

There were a lot of yellow bowls/platters/lids on the shelves which were no longer being used, but they were taking up a lot of space. but we weren't allowed to throw them away.

 a long narrow locker room for getting into out of uniform, a girls locker room. (I know, how 20th century of me) 

i was wearing a dressy dress; something happened to it and i had to change into a McDonald (black) uniform. so i hauled my laundry out of the dryer and was sorting through it trying to find the pieces. 

Tammy hurt her hand, showed me where she had hit it on something and look how it had made the whole edge of her hand perfectly straight. There was also a long thin cut the length of it from pinkie nail to wrist. 

I told her she better show Helen that looked pretty serious, and she mumble-grumbled it didn't need that but maybe she should at least report it, but i'd have to take her place at the order window.

And I tried, I really tried, but everything had been changed.  there were no words, only pictures, and there were four different order screens, and one big master screen, and i kept trying to take orders on the wrong screen. Tammy popped in a couple times to show me, but i couldn't comprehend her brief explanations and i lost orders and had customers driving off, and all sorts of stuff like that.

Then Tammy came back, dressed in street clothes, her uniforms folded and stacked into a neat bundle for her to carry home. But how was she going to get home, she couldn't do that we were riding  together, what about me?

There was a lot more here that I barely remember at the moment. involving the other "girls" in the locker room, changing and hanging clothes on hooks, confusion over whose is what and what is whose. a baby figures in somewhere. and boggan hats. 

Cars and Captains.

 This dream is really a crazy mix-up of things! 

It has cars -- red cars, specifically. At least two, maybe three.

It has my parents.

It has various in-and-out (of the dream story) siblings.

It has my daughter Tracy.

And it has rival Star Trek captains on rival TV networks at the same time for the express purpose of competing. Sometimes straight out popularity, sometimes diversity, sometimes for better story lines, or believable story lines. Like so much going on in our world, the reasons why or what for are subject to the persons explaining -- I mean reporting-- them. 

The basic story is that we are having an impromptu family gathering over the rival programming. It starts a few days (or weeks, who knows; it's a dream) before the event. So life is going on as normal. (If you think my real normal is weird, you should see my dreams!)

My mom is going to work in her car. My dad is coming home from work in his car. I'm taking care of things in the home and my car is is driveway.  Sibling comes in (Chip?) talking rather loudly and excitedly about the programming and asking everyone how they are voting. Daddy says shut up he doesn't want to hear about all that nonsense. We all mostly ignore him because he can't hear anyway, so what's he complaining about.Whole bunch of us start talking about how and where were going to watch and which one well be watching.

I say I have two TVs so I'm going to watch "at least" both of them.

Tracy says she's going to channel flip between the two.

Another sibling, John , says that's cheating and we all get to brangling about if it is cheating or not. After all, you can like people equally for different reasons. You can even see both very effective actions and reactions as being equally appropriate to the circumstances of each situation. In which case it would not be cheating, it would just be -- the same but different. (Yes, this is something we would argue about and agree to as a solution. Or not.)

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My mom hasn't come home from work, so we all go out looking for her. 

My dad comes back being hateful to us because we don't know where she is, so somebody's lying to him. We probably all are. Grumble, grumble, then sit and stew. So we all go out on our own to try to find her. Even though, to each of us, she has disappeared as if she never existed except as a dim, vague memory.

I find her little red car with a white roof in a snowbank/ditch along a stand of skinny trees, on an unmarked road. Tracy is with me, ans she and I check the car out and decide it needs a battery.

So we go to the 1st Stop in Winchester. The old store, where it was when we first lived there. I go in to get something and take it out to Tracy. 

We get the battery and go back to the car and end up pushing it to the gas station, where my car still is. Someone has smashed into it. So somehow Daddy is coming to get my car and we are going to drive Mom's home and tow mine somehow.

We get back to the gas station and I go inside to tell her we're getting my car. While there, the woman working there (one who actually did, I think) starts ragging on me saying she knows I'm not my Mamma and my Mamma would be so ashamed of me, and she wouldn't like it when she told her about it.

I thought, but I AM the Mammaw, now.  WHAT is her problem?

But when my dad shows up, he had someone take him back and Tracy and I are left there with three cars, one not drive-able. 

Somehow fenders and keys and changing something (oil pump? brakes?) all starts a big old discussion . Sometime in this discussion we realize that we can fix it because all the cars are red, inside and out. I think we used one car foe parts to fix the other two. But no one would know because they were all red. 

And then we were watching Captain Janeway vs Captain Picard, and we sibs were texting back and forth about who was what-ing and why, and Tracy came out of her room to complain that my two TVs were using all the power and making her TV fuzzy and I needed to turn one off. 

Then they all went gray and staticky.

Now some of this is understandable. The red car with white top  was in a book I was reading before sleep, and also was watching Magnum, which features a red car. And before Magnum, Kate Mulgrew had been on Murder She Wrote. 

The Toddler are Back

2/23/2020

The toddlers are back in my dreams. This one wasn't blonde, had dark curly hair, may have been a child of color-- I don't remember. Cute little girl, following me and companion (Rita? Mary?) around the store. She was helping and brought us a string mop while my companion was looking for a broom and sponges. Dragging the mop across the store floor to bring it to us.

 
I thanked her nicely but said I didn't want that kind of mop because it gets dirty too easy, but she could come with me to help pick out the kind I wanted. Fortunately we found one lying in the aisle, probably where she had knocked it down getting the other one. 

We talked about how lucky we were to find the exactly right thing right where we could get it. After we put the string mop in the right general place (I didn't want to hang it back up as new since it was now dirty from being dragged through the store ) we held hands, with me carrying my preferred mop, and went back to whoever it was with us.

01/08/2020

Families in houses.
Each house really a room in a large space. Maybe like a holodeck.? Always a man, woman, and at least one young child in diapers.
Others -- overseers, directors, scriptmasters, alien observers-- I don't know who or whaT they are. Very scary, mysterious and authoritarian.
First room when we were able to sneak out way outside, they came in and gave us shots that made us blind.
We did somehow get out anyway.
Into another house/room, and a different family situation that we had to escape from, either separately or together. With different tortures/punishments.
Repeat several times.
Finally make it to the "real" outside and was sitting on porch with tea and realized there were people up on the hilltops around us with weapons of some sort, then suddenly that was where we had to go. Those were our people and we had to get back with them.
We began walking and little clusters of us from inside the house met up and shared experiences --(sane but different)-- and joined up onto bigger groups as we got closer to the batteries on the hilltops.
Our people were glad to see us.
And we all talked some more, and started watching the house and we could see the isolated families going through variations of our own experiences.
We sat back to watch, ready to help them when we could without going back into that house full of houses.
We were there for them.

TV Turmoil

Booth and Brennan from "Bones" were doing something with Starsky's car. They couldn't use their team because they had somehow combined with the CSI task force and everything had to go through them.
I was watching the show while Mary was delivering gifts, donations, and food to some family that lived on the country roads in the middle of nowhere. The man's name was Jeffrey and he had a frowsy female. And they had a child.
And we had a child +(or maybe two) who was some weird combination of her Becky and Hailey. She wanted to ride in the open hatchback of the car with the Christmas tree. And the two children played in the creek and Mary went down and they came back with watercress sandwiches. Only the watercress was ferny leaves with yellow and purple flowers.
But we had to leave, although I didn't want to. Because I wanted to watch the show, but Mary wouldn't let me because we had to get the girl child/ren off the roads in the back of the car because there was no seat belts back there. And the hatchback was now the trunk of a car, and but we were suddenly driving a van or SUV. 

And I told Mary how sad it was that I wasn't going to get to see  Booth drive Starsky's car.

This was my New Years dream for 2020. (First posted January 1, 2020.) Now that  2020 has played itself out, I'm thinking we should have been warned!