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For two nights in a row I had dreams regarding "teamwork". I was linked with a group of people - some known in real life, others known only in dreams - to perform tasks. The first night found us in a dirt mall given the task of finding the perfect dress. The group I was with rummaged rack after rack. I wandered down the aisles unimpressed and a little confused. The second night's dreams of tasks has grown cloudier - I remember almost nothing while sitting here staring at the screen.
Last night's dreams were odd:
What I remember most clearly is showering in a stand-up shower. The doors were glazed glass and I kept watching the clock through them, afraid I was late to work. I could only see the last two digits on the clock, :27 ... I kept telling myself that it was the 7am hour, but truly feared that it was 10:27 and that I was outrageously late to work. I kept telling myself that that is what I get for partying... although I had no memory of partying (a really good party, indeed). There was a line of dark towels hanging over the doors - blues and browns. One by one I noticed that they were drenched, having fallen into the shower when I turned to shampoo my hair. I was quite annoyed and tried wringing them out while still in the shower. Their weight was a nuisance, and the shower water prevented me from making any headway with the wringing.
Once out of the shower I am with a coworker, KL. She assures me that I am not late and that I should stop for a piece of pizza. I agree with her and we head into a pizza shop. She orders my piece and I think that I should have it to go, but she again assures me there is no need to rush. The pizza is huge and as I carry it to our table it drapes over my arm, losing its juices. No napkin. No plate.
I find myself next in a theater, sitting among folks I don't know, when suddenly my husband appears beside me. We are then walking through the theater, looking for our seats. We find them and when I turn to talk to my husband, he has disappeared and my old friend, KM, is in his place. Her right cheek is facing me and I notice that her skin has aged and acne is ruling it. She looks worse for wear. She is talking non-stop, and telling me how all of the folks gathered have come to make love to her. I have no reply to offer.