A Treasure Found at Home

there was a lot going on in my dreams last night.

there was some sort of revolution building. and the mall was four blocks deep. i met my mom for lunch after almost leaving the mall, but coming back. after lunch i met with the revolutionaries. scott, their leader, was talking about things. and i was falling in love with his second hand man, but we told no one. not even each other, though we both knew. i stood next to him, strong and supportive.

but, they were captured! and burned alive in the local cafe. they burned a few people and it was very sad, then it was time to burn the man i loved. scott’s brother (why he and i weren’t being burned wasn’t clear) was next to me. i crying when they brought him out. then the put the burning shirt by his feet and doused him with alcohol (tequila? they were clearly mexican, even scott). i started to scream and scott’s brother held me as i cried and my heart broke and i struggled not knowing what i could do; losing the man i loved and having to watch him burn alive.

i left after he died and didn’t stay for scott’s execution. later we all met at another restaurant and were sad together. everyone was calling scott ‘che’ all of a sudden. scott’s brother told me they didn’t know how much in love me and second were. (in my dream, he didn’t seem to have a name.) they took me in as family.

then, suddenly, as happens in dreams, i was a french woman of some status traveling through mexico. i stopped for food and the chairs were all tilted so that you could only really lean against them and not sit flat. they had big cushions that slipped against the seat. i ordered a small glass of wine because everything else was beer, and french women like me do not drink pivo (which is the russian word for beer, i realized once i was awake). an american family drove up in a van just as the people seated behind me were finishing up. the american dad was played by the guy who plays the dad in 7th heaven. that guy recognized one of the people who were leaving as someone famous. he begged to let his children meet him, and the guy agreed. first the 7th heaven man blessed the car of famous guy and family. then he and his kids got in. the inside was some sort of recording studio. the 7th heaven man blessed the turntables and mixer and then declared that he was going to steal them next. he stacked a turntable on a mixer and walked out. he put them down in his mini-van. he turned to walk back to get the other turntable and no one was stopping him because we were all too surprised at what was happening.

that’s where i woke up.

i wonder what it all means.