I was waiting for Alex in a big wooden summer house
with Jen, talking, and talking. It was dark outside, and then Jen goes to the window and looks outside, and we find Alex kind of naked in a robe, (looking beautiful) with Will Black and maybe a couple of other people. She has a massive plastic white dildo
strapped to her, and a gigantic piece of mechanical cum is being forced out of the head. It is unclear what they were doing, but it doesn't look like they were having sex per se. It didn't seem like sex, but it was very sexual. The person was was very much Alex, but at the same time it was very much Layla.
I spent the rest of the dream basically waiting to talk to her, to tell her it was over, or whatever. She had disappeared, and a little while later I went to her room to find her packing her bags. Will Black was there, just standing there watching her pack, probably in shock that what they had together was going to be over. It didn't look like either of them wanted to talk and I was pissed that they were still together so I left them and went back through the house. I was going to wait until I could speak to her alone. As I was passing through the hall, there was a vendor selling a giant Reese's peanut butter cup for a £1.50, and another guy was selling three cupcakes for £5.00.
I left the house and almost had a slideshow presentation of what was supposed to be my real house. I saw a slide of it. It was blue, with grey stone at the bottom, and fluffy curtains surroundint the middle in a horizontal band. I heard some narration (I think it was my mom) saying the house was so cute, and had poofy curtains, like she was describing the house for a group of people. Suddenly I was there at the house and sort of in front, in a narrow courtyard that was in front of the house but not present in the mental slide show I had. I found my dad there, and then I saw his friend Jerry Feldman at the end of the courtyard, sitting on the ground and looking a little unhappy. I looked again at him and suddenly the courtyard morphed into a street, and he became Neil Stephenson. He was a bearded academic organizing things. People were milling about and I saw Cat Stevens and a couple of other academics getting ready to stage a digital protest against the war by protesting what is being done to Muslims. I knew who they were because I had read about them in one of Stephenson's books, and strangely enough I knew who he was by one of his own descriptions, as if he had been a character in one of his books. They scrambled down the street and laid a television sized box faced down on a car, and then huddled in the back of a van. The box was were my dad had been sitting earlier, and now he was standing behind me. I lifted up the box and turned it on, and it turned out to be a camera that would broadcast their message. They were sort of confused and all scrambled out the back of the van to get to ready for the broadcast (they weren't expecting to go on right then). I pointed it at the rear of the van and saw the output on its screen.
Then somehow I was back at the house. It was basically an open house, people kept moving through it and spending time there. I think various people were there from Pollock Halls, moving around with drinks in their hands. Across the street was the swing dancing society, and on the second floor a whole bunch of people in an ugly light blue were dressed with Blues Brothers hats and they put on some loud music (Zoot Suit Riot, but different) and then started dancing. There was something in the house to the right as well, but I can't remember what it was.
At the very end, there was this large group of people in the house watching a video or something, but people were moving around like at a big party. I saw somebody who looked like Liz go into the bathroom, and then somebody Asian came up to me and said "Hi!, how are you doing, Ariel" like one of those people you haven't seen in so long and you don't remember them but they remember you. I said "Fine, what have you been up to," (trying to fake conversation) and she said "No, no, I was in the ------- back in Hawaii" meaning "No, you obviously don't remember me, here's who I am". She mentioned the name of a play that I had seen in Hawaii* and the implication was that Julia was in it. The girl who looked like Liz at this point came closer and I realized it wasn't her.
Finally at the end I was getting emotionally distraught because of the waiting to say something to Alex and I went to the window where I first saw them together and I saw them together again. The odd looking guy who was next to me on the sofa said "They're saying their goodbyes". I felt ten times worse for forcing them to do that and felt like an asshole for making them break up even though I was going to be in Edinburgh for the year. Why should I stop them? I still felt amazingly shocked and betrayed (not really by seeing them together, but because she was so emotionally distant at that point, and instead of being close to me, she was close to him. I couldn't talk to her, but he had access to her. That was what killed me). So I was feeling so bad that my glass slowly slipped from my hand (at this point I'm sitting on the sofa) and I turn to lean over the armrest and the glass comes to a rest between my calves and I just hold it there. Finally I wake myself up and my legs are pressed together and I can still feel the glass between my calves.
The dream actually started out much differently, at my mother's house, though it wasn't a house I had ever seen before. The interior was of pretty modern design, and she and I and a few other people were cooking something together for a summer dinner party that we were having that evening. The strange thing was that my grandmother was there, helping us cook, and my mom and her were getting along perfectly. It felt a lot like scenes from Chocolat, when they are busily preparing for the festival and their relationship is based on the food and preparing and how good it is. Right at the end of this segment, I realized how well they were getting along, and realized how different this was from their relationship right before my grandmother died. Instead of pestering her to go out and do things, (which she should have done) my mom was interacting with her positively and constructively. I also noticed how young my grandmother looked at that point--she still had white hair and was older but still very healthy and viable. My mom was also younger--she was still middle-aged, but perhaps ten years younger. At this point I also thought how strange it was that my grandmother was alive yet I was remembering details of her relationship with my mom right before she died. How could she be alive now and yet already dead? She was wearing a pretty blue and white dress. Then it jumped to the house and the rest of the dream.
It might have been The Actor's Nightmare
. Ha ha.