I had a neat dream last night. Since content might otherwise be light here due to some family stuff, despite a few posts nearly ready to go, I've decided to write it up along with a couple of others I scribbled down from earlier this year.
The one from last night involved the work of Nikki Stafford, author of books about Lost and other cult TV, whose blog was one of my select re-entry points to online activity after I finally got a working computer a handful of years ago now. Co-starring in the others were actor/filmmaker Lena Dunham, creator of the HBO series Girls, and comics writer Kurt Busiek, creator of Astro City, whom I've had the pleasure of speaking with online and in person a fair amount over the past couple of decades.
In the snippet of last night's dreams that left an impression, I was mostly running around from table to table in a large dining room with a gravy boat of blue-cheese dressing. At a certain point that scene, which I vaguely associated with a college dining hall, transitioned to me teaching a class on Buffy the Vampire Slayer that drew from Nikki's work as well as my own blogposts. The real-world irony of the latter is that while I'd hoped to publish a series of relevant posts during Nikki's year-long "rewatch" of that series (posts on the companion series Angel and some of the comics, too), I had to suspend that plan. [I have too full a plate to return to those posts anytime soon but a notion to finish and roll them out in 2017, the 20th anniversary of the TV series and the 25th anniversary of the feature film that preceded it.]
More involved was the dream with Ms. Dunham from a few months ago, which took place at my dad's house — except, as tends to happen in a dream, it wasn't quite right.
I only saw a long, narrow swath of the downstairs, but it was interesting enough that I wanted to sketch out the floor plan when I woke up. At the start of the dream, I sat in a den like the one in my dad's actual house and looked through a kitchen situated where his kitchen really is; the kitchen was different, though, and beyond it was a solarium of some sort. When I went into the kitchen and turned around, the room that I went back to was, again as tends to happen in a dream, no longer the room I'd been in but rather an ornate study.
Apparently I had a preparation cooking on the stove that would result in iced-coffee drinks like we'd recently had somewhere. The mixture was syrupy, but became thinner when I poured it out into glasses by a computer in the study. Lena Dunham walked into the kitchen from the solarium as if she were a houseguest whom my dad knew, and she was teasing me about gingerly pouring the drinks from the pot I'd used for brewing there in the study rather than in the kitchen. I've never actually met her but she seemed way more together than what I've seen of her in Girls (which of course I realize is a character and not her, despite Hannah being an aspiring writer who attended Oberlin like Lena — and I — did).
More involved still was the dream with Kurt that found us sharing a stateroom on a cruise ship, quite possibly as rival spies.
When the dream began I was leaving a restaurant on shore. I went to the ship and shimmied up an access tube — in which I'd previously stored some valuable items — to our room, I suppose for the element of surprise and I suppose for the first time; Kurt, it turned out, had already staked out not just which bed he wanted but lots of the rest of the territory as well, spreading his computer and pocket change and knickknacks about. Although I considered going through his stuff I couldn't be sure that he hadn't also set up a surveillance device.
Later the scene switched to what might have still been the cruise ship or could have been a hotel but looked like my college dorm. Kurt was standing in the hallway talking to a few people, including his wife and I think maybe Larry Marder. He was wearing nothing but his glasses and a bath towel wrapped at the waist, not the least bit self-conscious.
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