11:40 a.m. - 2004-11-25
mmm. Thanksgiving Dreams.
I stopped and talked to Packet for a little while, then went downstairs and grabbed some breakfast, before I sat down to write this. Imagine what I'm forgetting. HEH.
I'm at a casino with a group a acquaintances and my mom. We ate first, in a business-conference-room type banquet hall, at a round table. The servers were so subservient as to be annoying - "Is your ice water cold enough? May I fluff your pleather seat cushion?"
I just ordered a turkey sandwich to avoid any problems; however, when it arrived, it had a big fat tomato slice on it. I called over one of the servers and asked for the sandwich to be remade so as not to get tomato slime on it. I was told that the remanufacture of a sandwich would take hours, but was promised that they would keep me informed as to the status. As she turned away, I saw her trying not to cry. I knew that she was going to be punished for the tomato incident, but there was nothing I could do.
I got up from the table to go play some games that were nearby. In this casino, there were lots of arcade games. I played a lot of pinball, but the Ms PacMan machine was broken. I decided not to tell anyone about that. When I went back to the table, our group was leaving, so I left a tip. My sandwich (that I never ate) was around $6.00, but for some reason I was under the impression that it was customary to leave a 500% tip. I threw down a couple of twenties and walked away, trying to look like I knew what I was doing.
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When we walked out of the casino, we were in either Virginia or Maryland. It had just rained, and there was a news crew nearby, taping a report about how "When it rains in Annas, it really rains," and how the population of Annas was struggling until the water went down. I thought it was pretty cool, because everyone was traveling around by boat. I hopped on a boat full of rednecks, and they stopped at a friends' house. I got off the boat and got on another with this friend (who was more of a hick). We took the boat to his girlfriend's house. She steered the boat around while the hick and I were just lounging around in the little boat (I think it was a bass tracker) listening to her stories (except I wasn't listening because I can't remember any of them).
We went past a bunch of old summer cottages that were cleaned out because of the flood. For some reason, lots of people had Atari games and computers. They were everywhere; at least every other house had one.
Finally, we ended up floating down a street where the water ended. The hick and his girlfriend let me off the boat and went back the other way. I started walking down the street. It didn't take long for me to figure out (I don't know HOW I figured it out, but I did) that this was an incognito neighborhood for rich black people. Stevie Wonder lived here, and Dave Chapelle, and Martin (and Gina, even though I know they're not married in real life).
I went into Martin's house, and he and I sat on the couch while Gina showed us this new doll she bought while she was shopping that day. It hung in the corner of the room, and it had a string coming off the bottom with some wooden beads threaded onto it. The other end of the string stretched to the other side of the room and stuck to the floor. You were supposed to sit on the floor and spin the beads, which would make the doll rotate in the air in a soothing manner. For, like, meditation or something, I guess.
So then I realized that I was only wearing my underwear. I got up and went to the hall closet to see if my clothes were there. They weren't. I said, "Not to start anything, but how come everytime I come over, I end up naked?"
And then Gina started beating up Martin.
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The only other parts of the dream that I remember are:
1) My aunt living in a garage and working (selling magnets) in a pink and green floral dress.
2) Telling my mom I really wanted a breast reduction.
3) Something about an airport.
In other news, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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