last night's dream
Aug. 17th, 2023 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
evile I dreamed that downtown Austin was full of all these really baroque, very 'old europe' style high rises, only they were very brightly painted in pastels and gold leaf. And then there were these canopies between the buildings that basically made all of downtown 'indoors'. It was air conditioned.(kind of reminded me of the big screen over Fremont street in Las Vegas) There were lots of young tech bro types and basically they all lived,worked, and partied in this small area that was very overpriced. Some people from outside would still come to 6th street but it was becoming so unaffordable for anyone but the techbros. I think it was some time in the future and it was so hot out that it was almost unliveable. I was wandering around with someone who worked and lived there and we visited one of her friends, and he gave me this weird little clear tray (like the ones they bring you at restaurants with the bill on it) that I found out later had a copy of his employee ID and last pay stub (he made 11K a month) so I was worried about what I should do with that. We ended up at a bar (there's a theme to these dreams, yes?) and the bartender let us taste this infused bourbon she had been working on. To me it just tasted like unsweetened tea that had gone a little 'off'....I made some kind of joke about how this would be a good bourbon for people who hated bourbon. And then I was at my mom and dad's house in Indiana at Christmas time and I was helping put out all of these Christmas themed rugs and table cloths and pillows everywhere. My mom was back to her normal self in the dream. She said something about the drugs they gave her in the care home not being good for her so she quit taking them. So that was nice. I wish the solution was that easy.
(Back here in RL, my stepdad called yesterday to say he'd gotten my email about Mike V, a friend of mom's from way back, who recently passed. He said he'd told my mom and she was sad but not super broken up about it. She told him that she hadn't really kept up with Mike and that he was from a long time ago. I guess I'm glad she's not super sad about it. Apparently they dated at some point in the past. My aunt L. has a story about how Mom and Mike V were dating and then X's mom J. somehow got her hooks in to MikeV, and snaked him away from my mom, and in L's story, that's why Mom started dating [Sister H]'s dad on the rebound, who turned out to be a bum. So, in L's mind, J is not forgiveable and X is barely any better than her mother.... Imean, experience has shown me that X was indeed a barnacle, but...I don't know how much of Aunt L's story is based in reality. Mom seems to have had a lot of male friends, who were perhaps admirers or lovers, but she didn't seem to be serious about any of them. The V family were just friends of our family, it seems to me, and if there were romantic feelings I don't think it was ever serious. But what do I know? J and Mike V are both gone, it hardly matters anymore, does it? I was sad to learn about Mike V; I'm still Facebookf riends with his sister K. K and the V family have been there for us, they took us out for lunch after my grandmother 'Nanny''s funeral and Papa V, the family patriarch was such a sweet old gentleman; kind of a flirt and a ladies' man up until the end. We went to his funeral and it was such a nice community gathering, his church served food and the older men drank these little glasses of very harsh liquor. Not Grappa I don't think, but something similar. Greek Orthodox. Maybe it was Grappa. Anyway. Everyone was so nice and everyone told stories about Papa V and his life, it was a great celebration. And then K. drove all the way from her house to be at my father's funeral and after-funeral gathering and patiently listened to Grandma B go on and on about unrelated bla-bla so that I could visit with people and talk and hear about my father... so the V's have been there for us a lot ... and I'm sad that there wasn't a service for Mike V and also that I would not have been welcome there even if there had been one....anyhoo...Mike V was 75. I am starting to think 70 or 75 is probably as far as I want to go.My stepdad's mind seems to be wandering a bit and he says he is having balance issues...which worries me. He did have a washer/dryer installed on the main floor of his house so that he won't be going up and down the stairs to the basement anymore. He's retiring at the end of this month and then my mom will be coming home from the care facility to live at home with him....there's still too damn many hazards in that old house, in my opinion...but here we are.)
(Back here in RL, my stepdad called yesterday to say he'd gotten my email about Mike V, a friend of mom's from way back, who recently passed. He said he'd told my mom and she was sad but not super broken up about it. She told him that she hadn't really kept up with Mike and that he was from a long time ago. I guess I'm glad she's not super sad about it. Apparently they dated at some point in the past. My aunt L. has a story about how Mom and Mike V were dating and then X's mom J. somehow got her hooks in to MikeV, and snaked him away from my mom, and in L's story, that's why Mom started dating [Sister H]'s dad on the rebound, who turned out to be a bum. So, in L's mind, J is not forgiveable and X is barely any better than her mother.... Imean, experience has shown me that X was indeed a barnacle, but...I don't know how much of Aunt L's story is based in reality. Mom seems to have had a lot of male friends, who were perhaps admirers or lovers, but she didn't seem to be serious about any of them. The V family were just friends of our family, it seems to me, and if there were romantic feelings I don't think it was ever serious. But what do I know? J and Mike V are both gone, it hardly matters anymore, does it? I was sad to learn about Mike V; I'm still Facebookf riends with his sister K. K and the V family have been there for us, they took us out for lunch after my grandmother 'Nanny''s funeral and Papa V, the family patriarch was such a sweet old gentleman; kind of a flirt and a ladies' man up until the end. We went to his funeral and it was such a nice community gathering, his church served food and the older men drank these little glasses of very harsh liquor. Not Grappa I don't think, but something similar. Greek Orthodox. Maybe it was Grappa. Anyway. Everyone was so nice and everyone told stories about Papa V and his life, it was a great celebration. And then K. drove all the way from her house to be at my father's funeral and after-funeral gathering and patiently listened to Grandma B go on and on about unrelated bla-bla so that I could visit with people and talk and hear about my father... so the V's have been there for us a lot ... and I'm sad that there wasn't a service for Mike V and also that I would not have been welcome there even if there had been one....anyhoo...Mike V was 75. I am starting to think 70 or 75 is probably as far as I want to go.My stepdad's mind seems to be wandering a bit and he says he is having balance issues...which worries me. He did have a washer/dryer installed on the main floor of his house so that he won't be going up and down the stairs to the basement anymore. He's retiring at the end of this month and then my mom will be coming home from the care facility to live at home with him....there's still too damn many hazards in that old house, in my opinion...but here we are.)
