Dream Recollective

If I remember then vividly enough, and I find them interesting enough I like to write down my dreams.

The Sandwich Shoppe and The Lord

My wife and I had apparently purchased a small sandwich shop in a strip mall. The strip mall was a “U” shaped structure with a courtyard. In the sandwich shop a row of the large ceiling tiles were sagging. Before I could even consider what to do about the tiles a customer walked in. We had not actually opened the shop for business and didn’t have any of thing out of the pantry or refrigerators. We didn’t even have the lights on yet. We somehow made sandwiches for the customers and one of them suggested I talk to the landlord about the sagging ceiling tiles. The customer said that the landlord had actually sold out to some developers but he was in the courtyard at this moment and this would be my last chance to get any repairs authorized by him.

I went into the courtyard and the landlord was walking around with a handful other attentive guys. It looked like one of those Bible illustrations of Jesus and his disciples. Except the disciples were dressed in business shirts and ties, some with clipboards or brief cases and the landlord was a naked balding dude. Well sort of a dude. He was a middle aged guy, with dark hair but very very thin on top. He had a goatee and a little hair on his chest and stomach. Now that I am recalling it, he kinda looked like the BTK killer in Wichita except he didn’t wear glasses. He also had a bald vagina for his genitals. This group was strolling through the courtyard with the landlord telling the attentive, note-taking disciples things that needed to be done about the strip mall and a crowd was beginning to grow around them. I could not get close enough to the landlord to tell him about my sagging ceiling tiles in the sandwich shop.

Ultimately the landlord, disciples and crowd had strolled out of the courtyard and into a large park with a stage at one end. The landlord and disciples took seats at the back of the stage. In front of them were a lot of old ‘rock venue’ amps and mics and monitors. There were old beige and black Marshall stacks, Fender guitar amps, a couple of mixing boards, and a slew of mics and mic stands etc. There was no rock band, but there was a couple roadies working. I remember thinking that it was kinda old and crappy equipment, but that maybe the band wanted it that way for their ’sound’. The crowd in the park was quite large and I saw no way I was going to get close enough to the stage to ask the landlord about the tiles, particularly if a band was about to crank it up.

I decided that my best option was to fly over the crowd and land on the stage. (Editors note: I have been able to fly in quite a few of my dreams over the past couple years but I don’t recall being able to fly before that). I also thought that the landlord, disciples and crowd might be kind of impressed that I could fly. I sprung myself into the air enough to catch an air current. This process is kind of like starting a kite where there are dips and lifts and, with luck, more of the latter until I am able to stay comfortably aloft. I was able to get aloft but was having trouble making my way toward the stage. It was like I was fighting a bit of a crosswind because I kept drifting and angling to one side. It was a slow and arduous effort fighting this crosswind and I couldn’t really pay attention to the crowd. By the time I got close to the stage the crowd was actually dispersing and it appeared the concert was over, and the landlord and his disciples were leaving. I was able to land on the stage just as the naked landlord was about to descend the steps from the stage. He stopped and it was only he and I on the stage. He seemed impressed that I could fly and asked what he could do for me. I told him about the tiles and he said he was sorry, but that the mall was out of his control now that the concert was over. He offered, by way of consolation, that I could have all of the old sound equipment left on the stage. I turned and looked at all the old Marshall and Fender amps and cabinets, etc. and thought that was kinda cool. I turned back and the landlord was gone. Perhaps there was some kind of angel attended ascension into a big high-rise office or something but I didn’t see any of that and there were no angels around to explain.

I woke up a little hungry.