Life

Dream Log - 1/11/2005

I was part of a secret ops group that was supposed to break in to a very large mansion in the middle of a family camp in Colofrado that had taken some of my friends captive and was making them deliver the mail, clean the house, and go with him on business trips wearing bikinis. The business man/owner was a pharmaceutical rep and he thought that’s what the 3rd world countries he was selling supplies to wanted. So I broke in to the house with the large group (probably a dozen of us) of people… oh, did I mention the secret ops group consists primarily of midgets? Ya, it does. We broke in and talked to one of my friends that was just walking around in a bikini and we asked the best time to go in, she said they have wine every night at 10pm but he never drinks - we decided to spike his drink (and apparently that’s what we had to do the FIRST time we broke in and saved them…). We were able to get inside and the owner came in with a silver pitcher and I thought he was going to spill it on me so I knocked it out of his hands and it was filled with cognac. He just got a towel and cleaned it. Then we all confronted him about why he was doing this and he said so people could appreciate the women. I got in to an argument with him asking if it was for interest or appreciation, what his definition of appreciation is, etc. His wife was in the room and said she used to switch back and forth between wearing brooches that had USA on them and some that said Puerto Rico when she taught there. My Mom was suddenly sitting on a step in front of the fireplace and said she has to switch her brooches too because some have the electron as positive and some as negative on the wrong sides in her diagrams because they’re different in US and Canada. There was no resolution, but the next scene was the man lying on his bed, folding his bolo ties and talking to his wife about how I remembered everything and how it reminded him of his old computer.