The Most Exclusive Club

Two short dreams from last week:

Dream The First

I am in an outdoor mall, much like The Spectrum, with a lady leading me somewhere. I have been granted access to an exclusive bar, which only a select few ever get to enter. As we approach the tall, brass-handled black wooden doors, which have a pattern of squares in relief, I start to notice acquaintances walking by whom I haven't seen — or even thought about — in years. Just as the doors begin to open, they start noticing me too. I catch a glimpse inside the bar, and everything seems like it's in black and white, but really it's just that the whole room — bar, stools, floor, walls, ceiling — is colored a light gray, and all the patrons are dressed in black. At this point, I am torn between following the lady who is trying to lead me through the now closing doors and not blowing off the people who are trying to strike up conversations.

Dream The Second

I am in an antique store / pawn shop, looking at items near the back of the store, when I hear a goose enter the place. The other customers shoo the goose away, and when I get to the front of the store, it is waddling out the open front door. I honk loudly, and the goose returns and studies me while tilting its head from side to side. The other people in the store are impressed with my influence over it.

The goose disappears, and I see a small girl walking outside through the glass. She is wearing a dirtied and rumpled pink ballerina outfit. She walks in and begins to dance. Everyone gathers to watch. When she is done, she walks over to my dad — who I apparently came with — hugs him, and begins telling her sorrowful tale. "Mister, I just need a few monies so I can have something to eat," she tells him, in a heartbreakingly cute midwestern accent. By the end, we are all in tears. I tell my dad, "this girl always gets all the money from everybody", wondering if it might be some kind of brilliantly effective scam. No matter. The owner of the store wheels in a black plastic trash can, flips open the lid, and everyone simply empties their wallets into it, sobbing the whole time.