Dream – Night of 2018-10-15

  • Running down a road to go do laps a the park I normally run at in the mornings
  • Foggy out and I think how it would make a good photograph the way the fog is flowing through the trees
  • I keep running down the trail and start to get worried that nothing looks familiar
  • I was carrying something and wanted to put it down on the benches that were normally about half way into this park, but the benches were gone.
  • I run past a boat launch that is dilapidated, and then another angled roadway covered in brown slippery mud.  I slide down it as I try to run across. Other people are around now.
  • I finally get to a park at the end of a peninsula where there are lots of people, a lighthouse, and the ocean beyond.  A steep set of steps goes down around the base of the lighthouse to the edge of the water.  I run down through here and then up the other side.
  • At the top of the other side of the hill I find a place to rent small powered boats, so I get one.
  • I drive the boat down canals that are at first empty, but soon get crowded with other boat traffic. Some boats are small like mine, some large.  It’s like a street in India with the mass of cars going every direction.
  • I get to an opening where I stop and meet some friends.  Just past where we stopped the waterway opens up into a  large bay which I realize is Newport.
  • But it’s getting late and we have to get back.
  • I jump on someone else’s smaller boat that’s more like a motorcycle, and she begins riding fast back up the canal through the heavy boat traffic, weaving around other boats and narrowly missing head-on collisions.
  • We stop at a large marina and water park where there are more people I know.
  • We stay there for a while eating and drinking but I get separated from my group.
  • When I can’t find them and I realize it’s almost time to leave, I sneak onto a large boat that docked there.
  • Soon after I crouch down on a set of benches on top of the boat, a cover starts coming down over the top.  I am nearly crushed when I see a girl to my right who is operating the controls on this weird fiberglass cover that’s covering the whole top of the boat.  She is right next to me so I don’t understand how she will get out either.
  • “I’m sorry, I snuck on and I’d like to get out now, but I’m stuck.” I say.
  • “No, you are not,” she says.  “Turn around.”
  • I turn and realize that by my feet there is an opening which I go through and she follows.
  • I talk with her as the boat makes its way back out into the canal and up through other canals that I didn’t know about.
  • It makes its way into a city and we pass bridges, buildings, fields with people playing games.
  • Finally the boat stops again and I realize the girl I was talking with is gone.  I look around and see she is down on the bow of the ship which is flooding with water. The entire ship is settling deeper into the water and the bow is going under.
  • I run to find someone and point out what’s happening.  I am afraid she’ll drown, or be swept off the ship since the water coming over the railing is so strong.
  • I find another, older woman and point out what’s happening.
  • “Just watch” she says.
  • Two more girls join the girl at the bow.  The ship moves in front of three tubes, they look like the opening to a waterslide, but a strong current of water is entering them, filling them completely with rushing water.
  • When the ship is finally in front of them.  The three girls walk up to the tubes, and dive in head first.
  • I look around for where the exit of the tubes might be, but I cannot find it.
  • I turn to the woman next to me, “Where do they exit?”
  • “Back at the start.” is her reply.
  • I don’t understand at first and then realize she means the water park where we were docked hours ago.  I think back on how far the ship traveled to get to this spot from there.  It’s miles!  “They will drown!” I say.
  • “Perhaps.  They are ready, we must go to them if they are to live.”
  • The boat turns and begins its way back down the canals.  We pass the same places on the way out as on the way in.  At one of the fields there are people playing with these balls that are illuminated from the inside from some sort of power source.  They kick them at people on the ship and they are kicked or swatted back like a vollyball.  I can’t tell if this is a friendly game or the people on the ship are being taunted.
  • On the way the woman explains to me that while the girls who make the journey through the water tubes train for it, there is more.  She is their mother, and she must get to the exit tubes before sunset or the girls will be lost forever.
  • I begin to notice that I do not recognize where we are, the ship is going a different way.
  • “There are those who would like to see us fail, and they have blocked the way for the ship.” the woman says, “We are going to have to swim also.”
  • The ship begins to flood itself again to bring the bow under water.  I am taken with the woman to a forward compartment.  I can hear the water outside surround the compartment as the ship sinks further.
  • “How long am I going to have to hold my breath?” I ask.  “I’m not one of you.”
  • The woman looks at me, smiles, but says nothing.
  • I am waiting for the water to come rushing in, or to be spat out of the ship underwater like a torpedo, but it never happens. The sound of water fades and I realize the ship is surfacing.
  • “You said we were going to swim!” I say to the woman.
  • “The ship swims too.”
  • We go back to the top of the ship and we are docked next to a set of stairs that lead up and around an old building. I realize that the ship must have descended under the water and gone through some underwater passages to get here because this is a completely different part of the city.   There are high metal fences around the buildings and the edge of the waterway where we are docked.
  • I follow the mother and a few other people up the stairs.  I sense they are worried.  I look up at the sky and see that the clouds have turned a fire-red.  Sunset is almost here.
  • We take a brisk pace up and around a series of steps, the sound of water running becomes louder.  We must be nearing the exit of the tubes where the girls will be.
  • After another turn we come to a gate.  It is locked, and there is no way around.  The fences are too tall and too strong to get past.
  • On the locked gate door is a sticker that I recognize to be from the local mayor, who is generally regarded to be evil.  he has locked this gate to make sure that we will not be able to get in, and that the girls will die.
  • “We must find another way!” the woman says with some panic.
  • We run back down the steps and take another path.  We exit onto a beach and find some bicycles.  Everyone in the group grabs a bike and begins riding off down the beach towards the tube exits.
  • I am about to leave as well and then notice a pair of dive flippers.  Thinking that there might be more swimming I take them.

[this is where the dream ended, but I’m thinking something like:]

  • We all ride down the beach.  We turn a corner and the tube exits are visible, but are surrounded by a large lake / pond.  We will have to swim the last leg, and get to the tube exits before sunset which is rapidly approaching.
  • I will put on the dive flippers which makes me faster than everyone else, even though the other people in this group are all part of this “Swimmers” race.  Maybe they’re all older and have made “the swim” earlier in their lives but now they’re not as good.  In any case, having the dive flippers makes me faster and I get there first, just before the last bit of sun falls under the horizon.
  • Maybe the woman will have realized this was the outcome, and earlier in the story gave me a “gift” which is really some sort of amulet that I need to use to open the tube exits and get the girls out.
  • I use the amulet, the girls appear out of the water that is rushing out of the tube exits.
  • The last of the sun falls below the horizon.

List of Writing Prompts

  • All my years of doing jigsaw puzzles had led me to this moment.
  • It’s too bad trees grow so slow
  • You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I need to tell you the story of when I died.
  • A waitress at an airport bar carefully scrutinizes everyone’s ID  she serves.
  • I know I shouldn’t like that sort of danger, but I do.

Dream – Night of 08-19-2018

I was driving through a city and a huge storm rolled in.  There were tornadoes dropping down everywhere.  I pulled my car over to the side of the road, opened up my trunk where all the camera gear was, and grabbed a camera.

I ran up the street to try to get a shot of one of the largest tornadoes that was starting to engulf an entire skyscraper.  Just as I lined up the shot the entire building exploded movie-style, with one of those blue donut-shaped shockwave rings racing out of it and towards me – the building was vaporized into thousands of pieces flying through the air.

After snapping a couple shots of it approaching I ran into a parking garage, hid behind a concrete pillar, and covered my ears just as the shock wave hit.

I checked the image n the camera and was surprised to see that it wasn’t a picture of the exploding building at all, but rather one of a woman crouching in fear of the oncoming shockwave.  Confused I checked the camera in my hands only to realize that I had grabbed an old 10 year old backup camera that was slow to take photos and had really low resolution.  The camera hadn’t taken the photo until I was half-way turned towards the refuge of the parking garage.

However, after reviewing the images on the camera again I realized there was in fact an entire series of photos taken from just when I had started turning.  They all had a movie-film, black and white kind of look and I realized they were all really good photos in their own right – just not the one I had intended to take.

Dream – Night of 2018-08-15

  • Dylan is walking down a crowded road with his family, it is nighttime.
  • They are on their way to the ferry terminal in a large European town
  • They’re trying to get on the largest, and last, ferry along with everyone else around them
  • People are panicked and confused, but still reasonable orderly
  • The attack hasn’t happened yet, but they’ve heard on the news that this is the last place on the planet that the aliens haven’t come yet
  • Dylan and his family are American, and Dylan’s father is an important government official.
  • They are able to get into the ferry, and make their way to the windows inside the large room inside the main deck.
  • They look out over the water and see other ferries, some of them sinking, capsized or something.
  • Then the attack begins as swarms of alien ships come out of the sky leaving green trails behind them.
  • The ships fire on the people on land, the ferries, everything.
  • Dylan realizes that it is hopeless, this is the last place that the aliens attacked and it’s clear that there is no escape – everyone will die.
  • There is an explosion and Dylan is knocked unconscious.
  • Dylan awakes in a bed.  He looks around the room and realizes it is his  bedroom back at home in the United States.
  • Slowly the events come back to him: seeing the news reports on TV about the first attacks, his father rounding up his family in the hotel, their crazed dash to the ferries, and the final attack.
  • How did he end up in this bed?
  • He gets up and goes downstairs to find lots of people in the house, it seems most of his extended family is here.
  • They all give him a solemn look as he walks by.
  • Finally he finds one of his cousins who runs up to him and gives him a large hug.
  • “I’m so sorry man.  I can’t believe it.” the cousin says..
  • Bewildered Dylan says nothing.
  • “I mean, it’s amazing you made it, but that everyone else in the plane crash didn’t is just crazy…” the cousin realizes that he probably should not continue on such a sensitive subject and stops talking.
  • Through a few more conversations Dylan finds out that everyone here seems to think that he and his family were in a plane crash, and that everyone on the plane but him died.  Everyone is here for a wake for his entire family, and nobody has any recollection of the alien invasion, or the major cities of the world being completely obliterated.
  • Dylan returns to his room to be alone and try to process what is going on.  Maybe he’s crazy and the entire alien story is some sort of coping mechanism by his brain.
  • He finds his camera that he brings with him everywhere and turns it on.  When he presses the play button a video begins to play.  It’s  a video of him and his family at a birthday party – in the European city where that final attack happened.
  • Dylan begins cycling through the pictures and videos and realizes they are all of this trip that he was on.  There are even a few final snapshots of the ferries being loaded, the mass confusion, and one blurry shot of an alien ship firing on a building in the distance.
  • It’s his only evidence that any of this happened.
  • He needs to find and reveal the truth.

Dream – Morning of 2018-05-01

Finally had another dream worthy of writing down!

Cast

  • Mother
  • Big Brother
  • Middle Brother
  • Little Sister
  • Guy on Horse

Part 1

  • Family on the beach: Mother, oldest son, middle son, youngest daughter.  From oldest to youngest the children are something like 17, 14, 12.
  • It’s the end of the day and the mother and youngest two are lounging in the sand at the boardwalk that goes back to the parking lot and exit. The day is over and other families are leaving with all their stuff.  They are waiting for the oldest son to meet them here before they can all leave together.
  • The daughter gets up and leaves to go for a walk.
  • The mother and middle son sit together for a while watching the people leave.  “I wish I was as pretty as them.” the mother says.  At first middle son thinks she was talking to him, but he realizes she is thinking out loud and daydreaming.
  • She continues to watch the people passing by so middle son decides to leave and go look for his sister.
  • As middle son is walking down the beach looking for his sister, everyone is still walking out the opposite direction and he scans each face as they go by.  Some are girls his age and he smiles at them, sometimes they smile back.  Soon the stream of people has thinned to the occasional straggler and he looks at the landscape around him more. “I wish I had a camera” he thinks as he looks at the sand dunes.  The sky is getting towards sunset, all the colors are washed out and the sky is a light lavender color.  Some sort of mist hangs in the air above the dunes which makes each dune top lighter the further away it gets. The dunes furthest away are indistinguishable from the sky. Everything looks like it’s been drawn with shades of blue, purple, and lavender pastels.
  • He finally sees his sister standing at the rocks at the end of the sandy part of the beach.
  • As he gets closer he can see she is either crying or was crying. She is wearing a blue bathing suit, and it stands out against her pale white skin and red hair which is still wet from swimming earlier. Her red hair is odd because the two brothers have black hair and their mother’s is blonde.
  • When he gets there he tells her “Big brother is probably back with mother by now, so we should head back, plus it’s going to be dark soon.”
  • She turns to him with watery eyes and says “I don’t have any friends.”
  • He knows he should say something, or give her a hug in this moment, but he can’t think of anything to say and instead looks out over the water, avoiding her gaze.
  • She continues, “Did I have any friends before?”
  • He knows what she means, before they moved here, before their father died, back when they lived on the farm.  He also knows the answer, which is that she did not, but instead he lies and says he doesn’t remember. He senses that she doesn’t quite believe him so he continues with a truth to try to reinforce the white lie, “The farm was big, there weren’t a lot of people around” he says.
  • She seems to sense this is all he is going to say and turns back towards the beach exit and their mother.
  • They walk back together in slience.

Part 2

There was some sort of flashback / other story about the older brother and the younger brother hanging out in a pool hall.  Older brother was teaching younger how to play. Someone came up and asked if they wanted to play an actual game.  Older brother lets younger play the game.  Younger gets crushed. “Maybe next time.” older says to younger.

Part 3

The mother drives the school bus in town, and because this is a small town the last stop is their house where she parks the bus for the night.  They have a chicken coop and the mother sells eggs to make extra money.  Some other children who live nearby stay on the bus until it gets to their house so they can go into the coop to pick out and buy eggs for their families.

As the town children and two younger children are in the coop they hear a commotion in the front yard. They all run around to see some guy on horseback intimidating and harassing the mother.  This guy has been harassing their mother since they moved here. The oldest son comes out of the house and confronts the man.

  • The guy turns his horse to face the oldest son and says something dumb and cliche like “This ain’t none of your concern boy.”
  • The guy on the horse had a long rifle with him.  He had been holding it balanced with the stock resting on his foot, now he raises it up with one arm and goes to shoo away the oldest son.
  • But the oldest son grabs the rifle away from the man and swings it at him like a baseball bat.
  • Since the man is on a horse the swing is mostly ineffective, but does make light contact with the mans face.
  • Emboldened by his first swing the oldest son now tries to jab at the man’s face, using the rifle like a sword now instead of a bat.
  • However the man is ready for this attack and dodges the thrusting rifle, grabs the barrel, and rips the gun out of the oldest son’s hands.

…and then I woke up

Reminder Resources:

Colors of the bathing suit, red hair, and white skin:

The Bus:

Foggy beach

Fog layer mask

Dream: Night of 2017-11-20

Dream #1:

  • Boy is being dragged by the arm by his father (or some sort of authority figure)
  • Chained to a heavy thing and thrown into a pond
  • On the way down the boy manages to free himself, but he knows it will mean death to surface right there, so he swims away underwater
  • He remembers a place he can hide
  • Almost out of breath he finally makes it to a part of the pond that the kids of the town/city know about, a place where you can surface in an air bubble under an overhang
  • He surfaces underneath the overhang
  • The hiding spot

    There are a few inches of air in this spot.  It is not quite close din and he can see out over the rest of the pond

  • He sees the upside-down mottled reflection of another man on the surface of the water peering over the edge of the pond.
  • He knows the man is looking for him
  • He thinks for sure the man will see his reflection too, but then he realizes that it is so dark in this little mini-cave that the man cannot see him.  as long as he stays quiet he should be safe.
  • The boy stays as quiet as he can
  • Eventually the man leaves, satisfied that the boy is in fact dead, still tied to the thing at the bottom of the pond
  • The boy is still scared though, and stays where he is
  • It starts to get dark
  • Bugs are crawling on his exposed shoulders from the earthen wall behind and above him (i.e. kind of like in Lord of the Rings when the Hobbits hide from the black riders)
  • The boy is finally satisfied that it is safe to exit the pond, and he is cold and shivering anyway.
  • He crawls out of the pond and finds a path that leads into the woods
  • He follows this path and comes upon a giant opening.
  • It is shaped like a colosseum.  A giant three-quarters bowl made of yellow stone.
  • Everywhere are holes and arches in the walls.
  • The boy realizes that each of these individual openings leads to a sewer drain, a street grate, or some type of drain from the city.
  • “I wonder what it’s like in here when it’s raining” the boy thinks.
  • He begins exploring, climbing up broken rocks and stuff to try to get to one of these openings
  • First tens and then hundreds of other children appear from openings all around him.
  • Tribal in looks and behavior, they start hooting and hollering.
  • “Other children who were sacrificed, or just runaways?” the boy thinks.

After this the dream did the “dream thing” and went off the rails.  All the kids broke out into song and dance like a Disney movie.

Dream #2:

  • Man is hiking through the woods
  • Has this single unwavering purpose, not even sure himself, just ‘knows’ he needs to follow this path, to go this direction, to get somewhere.
  • Ends up in a village
  • They recognize him as “the prophecy”
  • Stuff happens
  • Years go by
  • His sons leave down the same path he entered, everyone knows they will return in 60 or 70 years to start the process again.

Dream – Night of 2016-12-07

Takes place in the 80s some time in a country town.

  • Guy comes home from somewhere.  Jail / College / Army, something like that.
  • He’s always been in kind of a rowdy crowd.  He calls up his old friends to see what they’re doing.  His kid brother wants to come with him so he says ok.
  • They all meet down at some quarry overlooking a processing plant.  3 cars, 3 guys and the kid brother.
  • The third guy has this weird thing he says a lot, it’s like his catch phrase.  “Here’s to you kid” followed by something that just happened.
  • They split most of a 12 pack of beer while shooting the shit (even kid brother has one).
  • From the overlook you can see the entirety of the plant and all the machines moving stone around.  It’s nearly automated so there’s not really anyone to catch them drinking beer up on this overlook where they shouldn’t be.
  • They decide to leave and kid brother wants to ride with guy #3 – they live next door and kid brother wants to see if this guy #3’s kid brother is home (who is our kid brother’s friend and who he wants to brag to about hanging with the big guys drinking beer).  Ok, fine says big brother.
  • They all race their way out of the quarry because it’s fun on the dirt roads, you can fish tail around corners and stuff.  They are dirt roads and giant clouds of dust form which looks wicked cool but also is an advantage if you’re in the lead – not so much if you’re one of the cars behind.  Right now it’s the main character in the lead, the second car, and then the third car (with the kid brother and other guy driving) fighting to get in front of #2.
  • They go around a large corner, a small straightaway, and then are back up onto the main road.
  • Main character turns left, second car turns right, and the third car can’t be seen in the rear view.  Oh well, they must have slowed down because they couldn’t see.  He’d see them back on their home street.  He leans into the gas and accelerates onto the highway.
  • Main character gets home, takes a shower, and then is getting dressed.  He notices the other guy still hasn’t come home yet (he can see guy #3’s driveway from his bedroom window).
  • Main character calls second guy,  “Hey have you seen #3?  He’s not home yet…maybe he broke down, his car is a piece of shit you know”
  • They decide to go check.
  • It’s getting towards sunset now and they are re-tracing their path into to quarry when they see a break in the bushes and tire tracks leading to it in the dirt road.
  • They stop, get out, and walk through the bushes to emerge out on the top of a very steep hill.
  • At the bottom of the hill they see the #3’s yellow car’s taillights, trunk, and some of the roof, but the rest of the car is buried under stone, and more is slowly covering it because it had slammed into into a pile that was being built up by one of those stone conveyors.
  • They run down the hill to the car and get to the driver side first.  It is blocked from being opened, half because it is crumpled, but half because there is a large rock on the ground keeping it from opening all the way.  They move the stone and get the driver’s side open.
  • Stone chips just like the ones that are covering the car come pouring out…the inside is filled with stone. They frantically scoop with their hands but can only find a pair of feet on the driver’s seat with the legs leading towards the passenger side where the kid would have been sitting.
  • They run over to the passenger side and open that door.  This one also opens roughly but not as bad as the first one. More stone chips come pouring out and then they see the rest of guy #3’s body covering / laying on top of the kid who is still in his seat with his seat belt on.
  • Guy #3’s fingernails have stone chips embedded everywhere under them.  He had been trying to dig his way through the stone with only his hands.  His hands are raw, like he’d been digging for a long  time.  At first probably just to try to get to the door handle and get the door open, but afterwards in a vain effort to keep the ever-deepening stone away from their faces (remember, they are underneath a conveyor which is constantly pouring out more and more stone chips).
  • They see a cookie – one which kid brother had brought with him from home – and it was miraculously preserved.  It had a single bite taken out of it and was still in kid brother’s lap.
  • Big brother looks at guy #3’s face and thinks to himself it looks like he’s saying: “Here’s to you kid – I tried.”

In the actual dream it was peat moss and not stone chips but I don’t think they move peat moss on conveyor belts so I changed that, and there wasn’t beer in the dream but that seemed like a good addition.  I also couldn’t remember exactly what the “catch phrase” was that guy #3 had (i.e. “Here’s to you kid”), but I think that might be right.

Dreams – Night of 2016-08-24

Dream #1

  • Sitting in a bar waiting for friends.
  • Girl arrives and sits Indian style in the seat next to me.
  • She pulls out her phone (which I can’t see yet) and says “yeah, it’s not a flip phone”
  • I look over ans see it indeed is not a flip phone, but is also not a “smart phone”, just a mini phone about half the size of a large spice bottle.
  • I laugh and pretend to be talking like I’m talking to someone else but I’m really talking to her (the thing where you cup your hands over your mouth): “Oh my god, look at that, it’s not even a flip phone.”
  • She laughs and says “Yeah, not even a Razor”.
  • I continue, “Yeah, it’s not even a Razor….I think she’s from even farther in the past than that…or perhaps the future.”
  • Scene cuts forward to a nearly-empty bar/restaurant and we’re still talking.  I’m showing her pictures from this book I happen to have of all my travels.  I show her a picture from a pool in Las Vegas where you go down a water slide adventure and then are floated into a room that has only a couple to a few feet of water in it and explain how you could sit at a swim up bar, swim over to do some gambling, walk up to a platform where there are bathrooms, etc.

I think this could be a story about Lucid dreaming where the main character is so infatuated with the girl he meets at the bar he tries to get back to her.  He can’t, until he learns about Lucid dreaming.  He trains himself to be able to do it, and then starts reconstructing her, the scene, an entire world perhaps.  But then something bad has to happen, not sure what…maybe she starts to realize she’s not real and attempts to deconstruct the dream herself.  He of course can’t understand how this would happen because he created her…something like that.

Dream 2

  • Skiing down a mountain at nearly night, I’m the last one on the mountain.
  • Get to the bottom and get on a lift that takes you to the parking lots
  • I see a phone blinking blue LED in the snow below.
  • I get off at the mid station which is a ski rental shop.  I notice that if someone wanted they could rob the store (it is closed).
  • I walk out of the store and there are people everywhere.
  • I turn around and make my way back to the area under the lift.
  • I pay a hotel bellboy $0.25 to help me look for the phone
  • For some reason there are drunk French tourists also walking around – I realize they are walking back to the hotel where I found the bellboy
  • I find the phone which is a broken Motorola Razor (the top part of the flip has broken off)
  • Somehow (because it’s a dream world), the phone still works.
  • I walk back to the top of the parking lot and there are even more people
  • Somehow I realize that there’s about to be an attack with a “pumpkin bomb” (did I look at the phone and see their plans?
  • I see a truck drive past me on the road but realize it’s actually two
  • The second one is a contraption of two parts, one which is pulling another.
  • I realize the second one is the “pumpkin”
  • I start running away, and am almost run over by another truck.
  • I look to my left to follow the truck and see it has stopped in the road — blocking a fire truck’s access to the rest of the area.
  • BOOM
  • Fire truck can’t move

 

 

The Rice

“What was it about the rice?” you say.

“Ah yes,” I reply, “the rice was what made me realize this entire situation.”

“The situation?” You have been traveling yourself, and haven’t had time to inspect the surroundings.  But you have seen your fair share of hotels, and from what you have seen this one bears no special differences from any other mid-tier hotel you have been in before.

“Yes, the situation,” I reply, “Have you not seen the paintings on the walls?” I motion with my head towards the art on the wall, “Do you see anything off there?”

You turn your gaze in the direction of my nod and see two paintings on the wall.  “I see nothing special about those paintings except for the fact that they are unexceptional,” you turn back to meet my eyes and in them you can see that you have missed the point. “Well,” you continue, “perhaps if I look again?”

“Yes,” I reply, “take another look and tell me what you see.”  I take a sip of my red wine while waiting for your second inspection.  After setting my glass down on the table I twirl the thick stem of the hotel glass in my fingers.  The wine has no legs, it’s the kind a hotel provides for free at their evening social.

You look back at the two paintings hung on the wall, trying desperately to see what I am trying to lead you towards.  The frames are black, cheap bulk industrial frames no doubt.  Between the two paintings is a TV that is blaring tonight’s Wheel of Fortune, but that is just a distraction.  What could it be about these paintings?  And then you see it.

“The matting!” you shout too loud for this lazy hotel lounge.

“Yes, so you’ve seen it too now,” I lean in closer, “why so much on the bottom? It seems intentionally off doesn’t it?”

The paintings are being dragged visually to the floor by an over-abundance of matting.  There is the print, and then as much unused matting under the print as the print is high.  Perhaps an artistic choice, or perhaps some frame shop’s idea of a joke.  In any case, it’s unattractive and looks annoyingly out of place.  Once you see it you cannot stop seeing it, the giant white blank spots of matting scream out at viewers from across the room.

“So,” you ask turning back to me, “that’s the situation?” You give me an incredulous smirk, “that’s why you distracted me from my buffet salad?

I have to think now, how to explain the oddness of this place, how to best explain it, and then I remember what first made me realize the ridiculousness of it all.  “No,” I say, “it was the rice.”

“The rice.  You mentioned that before but I didn’t know what you meant,” you nervously nudge your glass of white wine a millimeter across the table with your finger.

“It was what I noticed before everything else.  This buffet we both ate at tonight, they had rice, cream of mushroom soup, Italian-type sandwich-sized bruschetta things, salad fixings, and more.  But two people,” I pause to make sure you’re still with me, “two people just had rice,” my voice trails off as I point out that last detail.

“Just rice?” You’re unsure how to respond except by reiterating my last words in the form of a question.

“Yep, a giant bowl of rice and nothing else. Big mounds of it in a bowl.  And they just dug right into it like it was perfectly normal. Like it was the best bowl of Cheerios they ever had!” I can see now that you understand and my own voice has risen above the din of the hotel’s makeshift dining room.

You correct my eagerness by continuing softly, “Well, perhaps it was perfectly normal for them?”

“No, I think it was something else,” I say, “I think they just have no clue how to put food together, as in seriously no idea at all.  So instead of risking putting the wrong thing in the wrong place, they just ate an entire bowl of rice because it was safer that way.”

“That sounds horrible,” you say.

“It is!” I stop and point at your plate, “Look, you put salad on top of your rice. Right?  And I put the broccoli soup on top of my rice.  Both perfectly reasonable things to choose. Something any normal human would know to do.”

“Yes,” you say, an unsure frown forming on your lips.

“Neither of us in our wildest dreams would have thought that filling up a large bowl with plain white rice and eating it was a reasonable thing to do!”

“No, clearly not,” you say.

“So why them? Why would they do that?” I ask, “To say nothing of the pool.  Have you seen that yet?  That’s even worse.”

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 6 – Ex 1 – Perspective

##1

I entered the hotel restaurant leaving the noise of the lobby behind the slow swoosh of a large glass door. Inside the restaurant it was dark, like all upper crust restaurants seem to be. Standing at a small podium were two young people, probably in their early twenties.

“Table for one, sir?”

“Yes please.” I said.

The hostess removed herself from behind the podium, grabbed a sheet of thick paper that I took to be a menu, and marched off through the sea of mostly-empty tables. I followed.

Soon enough she stopped and pointed towards an unremarkable table, “Will this be acceptable?” she asked?

“Yes, thank you.” I replied.

She handed me the menu. “Justin will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.” I replied.

I scanned the menu looking over the short list of available items. That’s another thing about fancy restaurants, small menus. I immediately discounted the fish options, not my cup of tea. Some of the other dishes looked good but had at least one ingredient that ruined it, there always is in fancy restaurants. In addition to chicken and potatoes, they feel the need to add pine nuts and water chestnuts. Or instead of beef and potatoes they decide that it would be better with edamame and fish sauce. At least small menus make the decision easier. I picked the braised short ribs. They sounded like they hadn’t been too bastardized. There were Brussels sprouts, but I felt I could eat around those if I had to. I placed the menu on the table in front of me ti indicate to the staff that I was ready to order.

Another young person walked towards me. It was a male, and looking right at me while he quickly closed the distance. This must be Justin.

“Hello, my name is Justin. Can I start you with a drink?”

I had prepared the response in my head even before he asked the question. Before he had arrived actually.

“Yes, and I’m ready to order as well.”

“Ok, great! What can I get started for you?” I find his enthusiasm slightly off-putting.

I broke eye contact and stared at the far wall instead of the eager eyes of the waiter in front of me. “I’ll have a Tanqueray and tonic, and for dinner the braised short ribs.”

“Ok, excellent choice sir! I’ll bring some bread out for you too.”

That would be great, thank you.” I said.

As Justin left another nameless waitstaff appeared. He filled my water glass and removed the wine glass that I would not need. As quietly as he arrived he left. Never said a word. I was fine with this.

While waiting for my meal a couple arrived. An older woman and a younger lady. I watched as the same hostess who had led me through the dining room now led these two. To my surprise she sat them directly across from me. Odd choice I thought. I was sitting facing the windows and street, their table was turned ninety degrees from mine and about ten feet in front of me. They faced each other, and I faced them. With nothing else to look at I decided I would watch them.

The younger of the pair was also the fatter of the two. Modern society I figured, too many french fries and too much ice cream. She was easily less than half the other woman’s age. Mother and daughter I assumed. They both had that southern look, it’s hard to put your finger on it but you know it when you see it. Lips that stay pursed except when speaking and a little squint in the eyes, this latter an artifact of too much sun I supposed. Jewelry on view, big rings and large necklaces. All of this on display over draping clothes that could also double as curtains.

I watched as the younger of the two began to cry. How unexpected! My gin and tonic arrived just in time for the show. I squeezed the lime into the clear drink and took a sip. I placed the drink down in a couple places on the table, trying to decide where it should go. The fat girl was still crying, but was also buttering a second slice of bread in between sobs. I wished that I could hear better.

The older lady buttered bread too, but with much less emotion. No emotion in fact. Those pursed southern lady lips only parted to allow the bread to enter. The bawling girl two feet in front of her was having no effect. I decided that the fat girl probably cries a lot and the old lady is tired of it.

My meal arrived and I barely noticed. It was a good thing that the meat was “fork tender”, I had mentally checked into the conversation in front of me, a knife would have been beyond my ability.

Once the fat girl turned her head towards me and me made eye contact. Yes, I thought to myself, very awkward. I allowed my lips to form a smile, not a I just won ten dollarssmile, just enough to say yes, I am aware of your presence in front of me and I can do little else but watch you such is our proximity and the angle of our seating arrangement, I’m sure you can understand.

As I finished my meal Justin returned. We went through the paces of him asking if I want desert, me declining desert but ordering another drink, and him saying very well sir, I’ll bring your check but please stay as long as you would like.

I watched the couple a while longer, the fat one stopped crying eventually and I never did get a clue what it was that set her off in the first place. As I was getting ready to leave an old Japanese man arrived who walked hunched over due to some old person’s debilitation, like his skeleton was folding in on itself. He sat on the same side as me, facing out the windows towards the street. I thought to myself that this must be where they put the single guys. Me and Japan Man sitting facing Fat Girl and Old Lady.

##2

The Man entered the restaurant leaving the noise of the hotel lobby behind the swoosh of a large glass door. He crossed the dimly-lit entranceway to where two young twenty-somethings await his arrival. Both were fine arts majors at the local community college, they had chosen this restaurant to work at due to its proximity to the museum. Tonight however they were waitstaff at this upscale hotel restaurant. It was Jenny’s turn, so as the man approached she said the same thing she would say a hundred times tonight, with minor variations, “Table for one, sir?”

The Man seemed distracted and responded with something that Jenny couldn’t quite understand. She didn’t think he responded in the negative, so Jenny grabbed one of the thick paper menus stored at the hostess station and began walking towards the line of tables. The man followed her, they always did Jenny thought. She looked good tonight and she knew it. The hotel required that restaurant staff wear black, but they didn’t say what that had to be. Jenny had long, straight, black hair and she was wearing black everything else tonight: eyeliner, form-fitting dress that ended at her thighs, black tights, and black platform heels.

She stopped at a random table and gestured towards it, “Will this be acceptable?” she asked knowing full well what he would say in return.

“Yes, thank you.” the man replied.

She handed him the menu. He was dressed differently from most of the men who came into this restaurant. He didn’t look like the normal business men who came down from their company-paid hotel rooms to get whiskey drunk with their friends and make lewd comments towards her. Those men were easy to spot with their business-casual sport coats, tan khaki pants, and slicked-back hair. He also wasn’t a family man, too casual were his gestures, too empty was his finger, and too reserved his mannerisms. It didn’t matter, she supposed, she was a hostess tonight and her job was to put him at a table, she had done that.

“Justin will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.” he replied.

Jenny walked back to the hostess kiosk wondering if the man was watching her go. She hoped so. Not because she found him especially attractive, but just because she liked the feeling of being watched. When she reached the kiosk she turned quickly, flicking her hair in an arc away from her face as she did. That usually did it. To her dismay the man was not watching her at all, instead he appeared to be lost in thought gazing out the window. Oh well. His loss. Jenny grabbed the stack of menus and straightened them like a deck of cards. They made a satisfying thump on the table as she did so.

Jenny watched as the waiter Justin made his way slowly over to the man’s table. Justin had asked her out on multiple occasions and every time she had giggled and said she was sorry but she was busy. She didn’t mind Justin, but he was too geeky for her. He was an engineering student, there was no way he could understand the things she did about fine art, it just wouldn’t work. Better to let him down easy by leaving the door open instead of a flat out refusal. She was of course aware of the effect she had on men of all ages, but she couldn’t bear to completely shut them down. Besides, you never knew.

Jenny was interrupted in her thoughts by two women who had arrived at her podium and were waiting for her to say something. The older of the two was clearly in charge, so Jenny directed her question to her. “Table for two?” Jenny asked.

With the negotiations complete Jenny went through her ritual of picking a table. How about another table for Justin’s section? She led the couple over to a small table by the window. She asked if it was ok and it was. She told them Justin would be with them shortly and made her way back to the hostess station. She giggled at the thought that perhaps one of the women was watching her leave like the men usually did.

After arriving back at the hostess station she turned and gazed out over the sea of tables. From here she could see nearly every table in the restaurant. It was still early, and most of the tables were empty so she resigned herself to watching the two tables she had just sat. The man had a drink now, something clear. Vodka tonic perhaps? Or maybe a gin and tonic? She couldn’t tell if there was a lemon or a lime in the drink, that would certainly help to narrow down the options of what else might be in the glass. What was it one of her professors had said about art? Form, space, color, line, and texture. She unfocused her eyes and attempted to see the whole room at once. How many colors were here? Brown wood paneling, amber lights, blue from the glass candle covers, and black shadows. Outside the sky was on its way through the blues, about to descend into the ultra-dark blue of night.

Motion brought her back to her senses. It was one of the waitstaff bringing the man his meal. From here she could tell it was the short ribs, the white bone sticking up in the middle of the plate was a giveaway. Jenny watched as the man picked up a fork, the wrong one, and began to eat. She noticed as he was eating he seemed to be watching the two women in front of him. Perhaps it was a bad idea to set them so close together like that. The women might complain, and then she would have to find them another table. If the manager found out then she would get a talking to about personal space, and how the customer is always right. Which is bullshit, of course.

Jenny watched the man watching the women. Most people who ate alone in the restaurant looked at their phones the entire time. Sometimes this happened with tables full of people too. Maybe he knows one of them? Or, maybe he knows both of them! That was much more exciting to think about. Jenny began concocting an elaborate story in her head of a love triangle that was sure to erupt into a finale in front of her. The man with two lovers who sees them both in a restaurant eating together. If the movies she had seen all her life were true, there would be a perfectly reasonable explanation for the whole thing but the shouting matches would start before anyone had a chance to explain. To Jenny’s dismay this didn’t happen. Instead normal life continued on in its dogged pace. The man kept eating, the women sat at their table, and an older gentleman was now standing in front of her at the hostess station.

“Table for one?”

##3

Ahh Justin, what are you doing? Your’e supposed to be studying for your fluid dynamics exam but instead you agreed to work a double shift tonight. You had to look at the crew roster didn’t you? And you had to notice that she was working. Her. Jenny. You think she’s wearing that short dress again tonight?

You exit the kitchen to enter the dining room and have your question answered. Just as you exited the swinging double doors, the kind with two round windows in it, she was there walking some dude to a table. And yes, of course she was wearing that short black dress. She probably did it on purpose. Of course she does you idiot. She seats the man at one of your tables. Well, you think, the solo guys usually tip pretty well. At least it’s not one of those bible thumper groups, they are always the worst. Once you worked a table of five of them and when you looked at the receipt nothing but “God loves you” was written on the tip line. That’s great, you thought at the time, but God’s love doesn’t pay for my textbooks.

After an acceptable amount of time, you make your way over to the man’s table. You wonder on the way if she might be watching you. Maybe you should ask her out again tonight? AS you get closer to the table you wonder about the customer. Will this be Mr. Important, or Mr. I’m Too Busy To Look At You? Maybe it’ll be Mr. I’m so Lonely Will You Please Talk To Me. Looks can be deceiving, you’ve learned your lesson there after three month of being a waiter at this hotel restaurant. Okay, here we go Justin, show time.

“Hello, my name is Justin. Can I start you with a drink?” Ugh, how many times will you say that tonight you wonder.

“Yes, and I’m ready to order as well.” This customer is looking up Justin. Probably going to be one of those eats quick, tips well and gets out guys.

“Ok, great! What can I get started for you?” You hate that you have to say that, but the management has made it clear that what they order is always a good idea. It might even beone of your favorites.

“I’ll have a Tanqueray and tonic, and for dinner the braised short ribs.” the man replies.

“Ok, excellent choice sir! I’ll bring some bread out for you too.” Did you put too much emphasis on the excellent choice part?

“That would be great, thank you.” the man says. He doesn’t seem to have noticed whether or not you over-sold your enthusiasm. So much the better. You make a note of his drink and dinner and turn to return to the kitchen.

There she is Justin. Standing there at that hostess station. Yes, that settles it, you’ll ask her out tonight again. There’s a new movie coming out with superheros in it, she’s artsy so she probably likes movies. You think back to the other times you asked her out. She never said “No” did she? No she didn’t Justin, you’ve got this, you’ve got a shot.

You make your way to the kitchen trying not to look at her on the way. This is impossible of course. You settle for looking but not looking, a skill you’ve mastered since you hit puberty.

Back in the kitchen you enter the order into the computer system. You briefly wonder at the slight magic of it all. You enter the order here and printers across the restaurant spring to life with whatever the customer has ordered. The bar gets one for the drink, and the kitchen gets one for the meal. In the office the main computer records the sale, updates the expected quantities of alcohol that should be at the bar, updates the sales figured for the night and who entered it. That would be you Justin.

It’s a slow night so you go back to the double doors to look at Jenny again. If she turned she could probably see you looking out the window at her. If she did you would have to push through them like you were on your way out anyway. Always planning ahead Justin, that’s the engineer in you.

You can’t see your table from here, but you don’t care. There are runners for the food and drinks, you only have to take the order, check up once during the meal, and then arrive somewhere towards the end to ask about desert and coffee.

She seems to be looking out over the dining room and you can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking of. Certainly not math equations and physics. The engineering girls think about that, but the engineering girls don’t look like Jenny. What does a girl like Jenny think about? You asked one of the other guys in the kitchen about her once but he only laughed at you. “You think you have a chance with that?” he had said.

You return your gaze to her. Be careful Justin, there’s that line. The line between gazing affectionately and staring. Just a little bit more you think. She would have said no right? You’ve been over this a thousand times in your head but still cannot come to a conclusion. She would have said no if she wasn’t interested. She didn’t say “I have a boyfriend”, she didn’t laugh and go “ohmygodno”. She had only said she was busy. That’s basically a yes, right? You’ve got this Justin. Now you just have to think of what to say. Maybe if you look at her again something will come to mind.