My family was going on a trip with my grandparents. I was home from college to prepare for the vacation. My mom did my laundry for me, and I was horrified to see that she had washed and dried all my "hand wash only" shirts. She hadn't asked me about any special instructions for my laundry at all, and this angered me. She had left all my clothes neatly folded on my sister's bed.
I noticed there were other things among my clothes. I picked up a stack of papers and found a bunch of my old drawings and short stories from elementary school. Apparently these had gone through the washer and dryer too. They looked a little faded, but they were basically in okay condition. I was more angry about my mom finding them than about her washing them. When I was younger, I used to write really gruesome horror stories. I keep these locked in my desk drawer at home, because I know if anyone found them, they'd think I had a really messed up childhood. In the dream, I wondered if my mom had read the stories or if she had just thrown them in the washer with the rest of the laundry.
Transition time. We were somewhere in the middle of the trip, staying in some little shack for the night. I saw both my parents and my grandparents changing their clothes to get ready for bed. This freaked me out, so I went outside and sat on the very creaky back porch.
With no warning, my roommate Laura appeared beside me. We started talking, and I told her about the scary experience of seeing my family members changing. Laura, sheltered girl that she is, screamed very loudly. My mom poked her head out the door to see what was going on, and Laura ran off into the woods behind the shack.
The next day, we reached a rustic cabin. This was our destination. I wasn't terribly impressed with my parents' vacation planning. Inside, the bottom floor was a gift shop and the top floor was a hotel. The place was run by two Italian brothers who collected 70's memoribilia. My dad and I spent a lot of time looking at their collection, which was displayed in the gift shop. I wanted to buy their Dukes of Hazzard lunch box, but it was too expensive.
You would have thought the Italian brothers liked 70's music as well, but big band music was constantly piped into the gift shop.
Slowly, my own role in the dream diminished, and the rest was about the Italian brothers. They ended up in this adventure movie with Benicio Del Toro and the guy who played Chief Broom in One Flew Over the Cukoo's Nest. All four guys were in pursuit of a masked man who claimed to have written some of Beethoven's works. They were sitting around my family's kitchen table at our home in Georgia. That's when Catherine Zeta Jones showed up with a music box that played a couple of Beethoven's symphonies and somehow proved that the masked man had written them after all.
