Dream 1
I was in a house with my boss EB and someone else. EB was in the kitchen. The other person and I stood in another room, separated from EB and the kitchen by a breakfast bar. There was a purple light coming through the windows and a sliding glass door to my right. I was eating guacamole and chips.
EB pulled at a cigarette and lit it. I thought, I thought he'd stopped smoking inside. Oh, well. I've done better dealing with cigarette smoke lately. Even if I live here I won't have troubles with it. I crossed over to the kitchen. EB and I were friends, but now I felt a kind of sexual attraction for him.
I walked back to an entertainment center, possibly carrying with me a calendar I had just showed to EB (who was now my friend R) -- a lot of half-clad, muscular men -- maybe a series of posters. R didn't want to see it -- it was among a number of things he didn't want to see. I put it in or saw it in a side portion of the entertainment center -- which was lit from inside and had broken up pieces of a "buffet" in it.
I sat on a couch. I heard my mom talking from the room where R had been (?), to my left. I was annoyed to hear her voice. I looked and saw her laying at a weird angle on the bed, which was huge, with five or so mattresses.
My mom rolled over, stood up, and said, "Well, I'm not gonna talk too much, but I did want to tell all you guys goodnight and you goodbye."
Now I realized I was back at home, and that I was heading back to New York City in the morning. I said, "Aren't you driving me to the airport?"
My mom said, "No. My mom is."
I said, "Well, I'm sad to go." I hadn't really wanted to show that I was sad. But I checked my emotions too late. So I covered up by saying, "It seems like you've been at work this whole time."
My mom bent over, kissed my cheek, and stood back up. She knocked me on the right arm and said, "And I thought you were going to stay and live here this time." She stared at me for a second and then walked into blackness.
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