This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.
The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.
I was in a place kind of like Mackinac Island, very fancy, and I kept going into these houses. There were five of them, I believe, and each one had a different motif. I was walking down a hallway and there were doors opening onto these houses from the hallway--they were houses, but for some reason you reached them by opening doors in this hall. Each house represented some kind of different religion or culture or something, and each house had a different dinner. For example, one house had some kind of beef dinner, and another had some kind of ice cream dinner, etc. I was going into each of these houses and checking them all out and eating the food in them. I remember I ate something like beef ice cream. o_O It was sweet, but it had something to do with beef too. I know that sounds gross, but it was all right in the dream. I went into one house and started going through doors and looking into different rooms; I think I was looking for a bathroom, but I'm not sure. I came into one room and it was a sunken level--this may have been somebody's dining room or living room--and in part of it there was some kind of fountain and a fireplace and a chandelier. It was very ornate looking. I think the carpeting was burgundy and the style was almost Victorian.
While I was looking at these rooms, I went out into the hallway where the doors led out to the houses and went into another room (house), where there were a whole bunch of books on different cultures. Some of them explained what was in these houses I went into. I think I told Ma about this. One of the houses I went into may have fronted a street corner and it had something to do with videogames; not sure how. Before I could look at it, these two bicyclists came bolting out of the store and raced down the highway or road or whatever it was. I then looked closer. There was some kind of display in the window and I think--but I'm not sure--that in one part there was a mannequin dressed up as Isis, and a book that was called something like "The Laura Isis." (Laura is my mother's name.) There were some Egyptian things sitting out, and a plaque telling about the goddess Isis. It said something about Osiris (Isis's husband), and talked about the myth; first it said Osiris was in therapy or something like that, and I thought to myself, "No, he wasn't, he was killed!" Then the next line said Osiris was full of holes, which meant he'd been stabbed to death. It also told a little bit about Set (Osiris's brother who murdered him).
While I was here, it was like I was looking through these buildings, but looking through a book, as well. In this book there were different clothing samples and such, I think. There was some kind of necklace, and a tie; I was pulling out all these samples and putting them in a pile beside me. I thought, "This necklace thing, I can give it to Ma." It was like a cloth collar that could be put on the front of a shirt like some kind of appliqué. I found Ma and I think I might have given her a couple of these things, and I told her about the Isis display and posed like a statue.
I have written down "seating arrangement," but I don't remember that part of the dream.
If they were not the same dream, this may have then shifted into "Jonathan Taylor Thomas's Sequined Suit."