Dreamland Fun

As I write this blog post, I would like to note that I am in my late 50s – so I’m grown-up and have matured. There are things that I did in my youth that I would not do today because, well, I have grown up and matured. That being said, I experienced a dream tonight that was a replay of something that happened in my early 20s.

A dog wearing funny sunglasses.
A Spotify logo and icon.

Some people do not like dreaming and there are some people who do not recall their dreams. I am not one of those people. I dream a lot, so much that I actually look forward to sleep because I know I am going into dreamland. Dreamland isn’t always fun, sometimes it can be quite terrifying. Tonight I experienced a dream that was a two-parter – meaning, the first part of the dream was a reoccurring dream and it transitioned into a replay of something I did in my youth.

The first part of the dream was about a restaurant that I have already visited in a dream a long time ago. I do not know the name of the restaurant. The eatery is a lot of fun! I have never been to a restaurant like this in real life. The place is over packed, very loud and there’s hardly any wiggle room.

What makes this eatery so unique is that the tables are over-packed with plates and glasses and food, food, food – so much so that there is not any room to put anything because there are too many plates and glasses and too much food. I recall that the Thai noodles are so powerful in spice that you have to have a literal giant glass of water on-hand – tonight was not an exception. Also, Chef Rudy from the CBS TV series “Mom” made an appearance in this dream tonight. He served me and I told him I have not been here in a long time. In a “Chef Rudy” way, he simply looked at me as he was filling my water and he kept saying “No you didn’t, no you didn’t, no you didn’t” repeatedly.


A photo of some railroad tracks that lead off into the distance with a green landscape of fields and trees.

Dreamland is a strange place. Tonight was not an exception; tonight I transitioned up the tracks to a replay of a time in my 20s. I was a naughty young man.

After I had escaped the trauma of my childhood and teen years I enlisted in the United States Marine Corps. And, after my military service I became a wild man. When I say wild I mean funny, funny, fun, fun wild man without a care in this world and I existed only to have fun and be hedonistic in some ways.

In tonight’s dream I visited the White House, not to be confused with the white building in Washington D.C. – we termed our residence the white house because it was big, it was white and had a Victorian-style architecture. The house was situated on “Greek Row” in Los Angeles. “Greek Row” meaning we were in the heart of the fraternities for USC.

As usual with fraternities, the Friday and Saturday nights can get out-of-hand with wild and unexpected behavior from young people drinking in excess. I was not any different. One night, on our roof at the white house, a man arrived with a bunch of eggs; by bunch I mean crates. I now feel sorry for the people who were to experience our drunken mayhem that night. One by one, the egg crates were emptied; each lobbed into the air as high and far as we could throw. The yells below from the partiers were, well, let’s just say, loud.

I would go into details about the splishes and the splashes and the yolkiness of it all, but using your imagination, I think you can visualize the experience of egg bombs causing mayhem.

I’m going back to sleep now. Floyd

Published by Floyd Kelly

I'm a simple man living in a rural mountainous area of Northeast Washington state (US). I like to blog, create music, create 3D graphics/videos and take care of my wonderful dog.

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