Dream 20021024, 7:10 AM:
This dream started out with a brief little dreamlet; Chris is leaning over something, like a high bed or a counter, and I’ve pulled up his sweatshirt and I’m making big soft kiss-bites on his lower back, right above the waistband of his pants.
Then I find myself sitting in the closet of the blue bedroom at the Kingwood house. I am sitting on one of the desk chairs with the squeaky swivel. I am talking on the phone with Chris, and not paying much attention to the stuff in the closet, which seems spacious and not very full. I hear a “ting!” from down by my foot, and look down and realize that my toe has hit a big steel bowl. I look at it a little more and realize that it’s a huge version of the KitchenAid mixer, it must be a 6 or 8 quart bowl. I ask Chris why it’s here; I feel puzzled. I wonder if it’s a present for somebody, or for me, and they’re hiding it in here. Next to it, is another matching machine, white and stainless steel; it seems to have an open-topped hopper, like a pasta machine, but it seems to have a mixer-like apparatus in the hopper too. I’m not sure what it is. It looks like an over-sized grinder.
I realize that these items are “not right” somehow – I don’t think there is any particular aspect that clues me in, but I just realize that they’re not real, they’re wrong in scale somehow. I realize that I’m dreaming. I jump up, and decide that I want to spin to get to a more interesting scene. The house seems completely empty. I go down the hallway, and for some reason my spin travels down the hallway, spotting like a ballet dancer; I see a bit of whirling room, then a quick still flash of the doorway at the end of the hall, repeated four or five times as I spin/walk down the hallway. I open my eyes, and find that I’ve actually opened my real eyes, and I’m awake. *end*