Strange morning dream
Keep in mind that I have acute bronchitis and am on enough pain killers, steroids, and antibiotics to drop the entire first grade class of Cowan elementary right now. This is a dream I had this morning between 6:30 and 8:00am.
So the dream starts out with me deciding that I’d been at home sleeping long enough and that no matter how sick I was I was going to finally leave this fucking apartment. I was too weak to hold the motorcycle up (still am in real life) so I decided to walk. At some point I blackout or collapse or something after a coughing fit.
When I wake up, I’m lying on some wet, recently cut, lawn that’s next to a field. I’m soaked, I probably stink, I also probably look like shit. I’m disoriented, not exactly sure what’s going on, but I look around and see a parking lot nearby. It seems like it’s a rest stop. So I walk over to try to find a water fountain.
I remember that I’m still sore, I still feel like I have a fever, and my face itches and burns, and I still have the cough. But I find a water fountain then sit down at a picnic table. A few minutes later my friend Mikey walks up with some friend of his and does that whole “Rex, is that you?” thing. I’m about as surprised as he seems at this point, but he asks me what the hell I’m doing there. I tell him I have no clue, then explain that I’m on some hardcore meds, why, and that I only remember leaving my apartment to go out for a walk.
This is when he tells me that we are at a rest stop East of San Fran, on I-80. He and his buddy are on the way back East after a gig from the night before. They ask me if I need anything, I say food. He says that he’s were hungover from after the show and could use something greasy soon. We all pile into a car, and his buddy is driving since he seems to be least destroyed of any of us.
He says he knows where he’s going, but considering how many times he says “no wait, I should have turned back there” I’m not convinced. We finally pull up to this saloon looking place, which seems like it could do us all a little good. A little hair of the dog for Mikey, and greasy breakfast for us all. His friend tells us that he stopped there once on a prior road trip, and that it’s a little weird but he thinks it’ll be good for us.
We go inside and the lobby looks like someone’s living room. Specifically like the living room that grandparents would have. The seating is lazy boy or couches and ottomans, everything is covered in towels so that you don’t stain or leave dirt on them, and there’s a coffee table lined with old Nat. Geo and Time magazines.
His friend tells us to wait there while he goes and finds us a place to sit. He leaves and goes further inside somewhere. As we sit there, people walk in, most of the clientele seems like a biker crowd combined with anyone you might see at the Red Dog Saloon on a Saturday Night. We talk about how hungry we are, and that with the lines the place must be pretty good.
Everybody that’s walking out seems to be in a great mood, smiling, laughing, having a good time. And considering they seem like my Red Dog crowd, I’m figuring the food has to be pretty good. We grow a little tired of waiting, or at least I do. Mikey says that if he doesn’t get something greasy soon he’s going to hurt someone. I decide that I’ll go look for his friend. It’ll give me a chance to check the place out.
I go into the next room and sort of follow the line of people down the hall. A stairway ventures off to the right, I pass it and the hallway dead ends with three rooms. The first two are pretty small, but the last one is rather large. I’m expecting to see people sitting around, drinking, eating, having a good time. That’s not what I saw. I did see people waiting for seats, and slowly filling into each of the three rooms, which only had rows of benches. The stairs seemed to be off limits, and for staff only.
I soon realize what’s going on and return back to the “lobby” to report back to Mikey. He asks me if I found his friend, I didn’t. He then asked me if the food looked good, I told him I didn’t see any. Then he asked me what the fuck I meant by that, and that’s when his friend walked back up.
Mikey went off on him a little telling him how he needed food now. I also gave his buddy a little shit too and asked him why he brought us there. He said we were missing something in our lives so that’s why he came here. And then he told us how great it was for him. He told us that something was missing in our lives, and that’s where we needed to be.
So I turned to Mikey and said that when I went into the back it looked like the place was actually a church. And his friend chimed in that it was, and that he thinks we need Jesus. It’s at this point that I decide that it’s probably time for me to leave both of these guys, and go find food on my own. So I dismiss myself and walk outside, only to run into two of my sisters and some other in-laws and family members out there.
They ask me when I’m going to come home to visit, and I tell them that I rarely hear from any of them. I give/get a few hugs, then I leave.
Shortly after that, I wake up, soaked in sweat, took my temp, and I was still running a fever. This is the first dream where a friend of a friend has tried to convert me. The meds I’m on must be pretty amazing.
