Volpone
Zombie Hunter
OK. Here's another one I'm completely at a loss on (what it means). I grew up in hick Wisconsin. Moved at 5th grade and met my oldest friend. His parents were divorced and his Dad still lived in St. Paul, MN, next to the state fairgrounds. We'd visit him to go to the fair and park cars in his yard. Played D&D, collected comic books, went to college in the same town, roommates for a bit in the late 1990s. I do have recurring dreams that I'm visiting the Twin Cities with him and his circle of friends and it's time to go home. This was one of them, but completely different:
We're in the 'Cities and it's time to go (...back to Wisconsin?), but my friend needs to stop off at his Dad's house (his Dad is long dead IRL). His Dad's dream house is a lot larger and moodier. His Dad's dream dog is different too. The dream dog is, sadly, in later stages of cancer or something. At least one of his back haunches is covered with big bumps under the fur, but other than that he seems normal. Anyway, my friend stopped to get something or check on something (maybe to feed the dog or some chore?) and finds this big...container. I say "container" because I can't remember what it was. You know how flies will get in some light fixtures and die and then you see their bodies when you turn the light on? I get a feeling it was like that because I think he had to get up on a table to get at it. Anyway, it is filled with an assortment of huge inert beetles and eggs/cocoons (like, the size of a hampster) and he's excited because this is something he's been expecting. Somehow I know it is dangerous and/or a bad idea. He picks out a likely one and holds it carefully because it is going to squirt some kind of motor oil looking poison 5 times (or however many). Once this is done, my friend does something with the beetle where he winds up with some kind of membrane filled with antifreeze-looking fluid. He holds the end shut and shakes it up to start a reaction but loses control of it and drops it, where it proceeds to squirt all over the house on the floor, like an inflated balloon you let go without tying off, spraying poison the whole time while I'm trying to avoid it and we're trying to keep the dog out of it. While this is still happening his Dad comes home. Oh, and we've been cooking dinner for some reason. His Dad either has to maybe put away groceries or whatever he's carrying and I want to warn him about the poison and/or keep him from stepping in any of it but he can smell the dinner and wants to have dinner.
So that's the dream. Weird as hell and I have no idea where it came from or what it means. Hell, even the crossdressing dream makes some kind of sense. That could be about making a decision I regret and can't get out of. This one? No idea. Maybe that things happen outside your control and even mitigating the effects can be a challenge? I dunno.
We're in the 'Cities and it's time to go (...back to Wisconsin?), but my friend needs to stop off at his Dad's house (his Dad is long dead IRL). His Dad's dream house is a lot larger and moodier. His Dad's dream dog is different too. The dream dog is, sadly, in later stages of cancer or something. At least one of his back haunches is covered with big bumps under the fur, but other than that he seems normal. Anyway, my friend stopped to get something or check on something (maybe to feed the dog or some chore?) and finds this big...container. I say "container" because I can't remember what it was. You know how flies will get in some light fixtures and die and then you see their bodies when you turn the light on? I get a feeling it was like that because I think he had to get up on a table to get at it. Anyway, it is filled with an assortment of huge inert beetles and eggs/cocoons (like, the size of a hampster) and he's excited because this is something he's been expecting. Somehow I know it is dangerous and/or a bad idea. He picks out a likely one and holds it carefully because it is going to squirt some kind of motor oil looking poison 5 times (or however many). Once this is done, my friend does something with the beetle where he winds up with some kind of membrane filled with antifreeze-looking fluid. He holds the end shut and shakes it up to start a reaction but loses control of it and drops it, where it proceeds to squirt all over the house on the floor, like an inflated balloon you let go without tying off, spraying poison the whole time while I'm trying to avoid it and we're trying to keep the dog out of it. While this is still happening his Dad comes home. Oh, and we've been cooking dinner for some reason. His Dad either has to maybe put away groceries or whatever he's carrying and I want to warn him about the poison and/or keep him from stepping in any of it but he can smell the dinner and wants to have dinner.
So that's the dream. Weird as hell and I have no idea where it came from or what it means. Hell, even the crossdressing dream makes some kind of sense. That could be about making a decision I regret and can't get out of. This one? No idea. Maybe that things happen outside your control and even mitigating the effects can be a challenge? I dunno.