Dreamlife March 30—Leslie

Dream 1:

Type: reminiscing
People: my mom
Featured: memorabilia and orange sherbet

My mom and I are looking at a long bulletin board covered with memorabilia from a party—Deedee and Pabah’s (my grandparents’) 50th wedding anniversary, I think. We’re at my parents’ house in Santa Monica, in the dining room. Mom shows me the table which had been set up for the celebration, and we’re reminiscing about it. She shows me where the punch bowl made of ice was, in the fireplace. “Oh yeah,” I say. “The punch had orange sherbet in it, right?”


Annotations:

My grandparents did have a big bash for their 50th when I was about ten or eleven, but it wasn’t at our house. The punch bowl made of ice part of the dream obviously comes from the Fairbanks Ice Park. And the orange sherbet? My Uncle Bob (son-in-law of the above-mentioned grandparents) used to put vanilla ice cream in a very alcoholic eggnog punch at their annual Christmas party, and Robin’s dad makes an orange sherbet that I adore.


Dream 2:

Type: mundane
People: Barack Obama and Paula Poundstone
Featured: a penmanship class and a not-so-sharp Sharpie pen

I’m at this class where you work on your penmanship skills and hand-write a formal letter. It’s been snowing. Obama is there doing the class, and has already started carefully writing out his letter. I’m getting ready to begin and the person in charge—Paula Poundstone, I think—asks, “Ready?” I hold up my pen. It’s one of those Sharpie markers, but has a tip that’s too wide to make a clear stroke. “I need a different one,” I say, and smile. I also realize that I need a straight-back chair, and move over to sit in one. I then tell the teacher that I want to compose my letter first before writing it down, and go over to the computer to write it.


Annotations:

My dad would be quick to tell you that I have terrible handwriting. (He bought me an electronic typewriter right before I started law school because he felt sorry for any profs who would have to read my hand-written exams.) Dunno why I keep dreaming about Obama, except that maybe the election is on my mind. We saw Paula Poundstone perform here in Fairbanks a few weeks ago. The bit about the straight-backed chair comes from a discussion Robin and I had yesterday about my bad back. She said I should sit in one of the straight-backed chairs to read, but I declined because they’re not as comfy as the couch.