Three dreams (11/24–11/25/24)

I dreamed I was at a party filled with basically everyone I knew during my Brooklyn years. My wife was looking for me inside the house but I was outside. I gave some attention to the woman I was dating when my wife and I started dating. I didn’t feel particularly attracted to her, only endeared. Her former fiancé was there too. And other people, like the person who gave me half of my tattoos, who’s since transitioned to a man or nonbinary, I’m not sure, but looked very feminine and laid across my lap telling me a story. I forget who their friend was, but I knew her too. This might have been in western Massachusetts or Vermont. It was on a hill at the end of a dirt road in any case. I was sitting out by the pool. I saw another person I recognized but I didn’t know her yet. It’s possible this means the dream was set in 2023. All the women, in fact, looked very sexy. Breasts wet in little camis or pajama tops, whatever. I went through the house to the front porch, which was a raised porch. Lots of pickup trucks and equipment in the yard below. A notorious Japanese couple was going to fight to the death, but first there were other events. It was an art party, I guess. I got two cool transfer tattoos made of ash.

I dreamed we lost my mom on a trip to CVS. Eventually we drove home without her. It turned out she’d been secretly meeting up with her dealer and subsequently passed out asleep on the floor in between sliding automatic doors connecting the drug store to a mall. She was addicted to an abundance of narcotics/pills. I took her purse to my bedroom, locked the door, and poured some onto the floor. Too many to look up what they all were. When I confronted her about it she was preparing to shoot up morphine or something, drawing liquid from an industrial-medical-sized container with a syringe. We were in our house from Indiana, but it was the present day. My dad was pissed but my sister seemed less concerned.

I dreamed my dad signed me up for an exhibition bare knuckle fistfight on ice. It was a weekend afternoon, and I was up against a kid a bit younger and smaller than I. He beat the shit out of me, blood everywhere immediately, and I needed surgery on my fingers. For some reason I was pretty good at iceskating. I don’t think I was in my thirties, but I don’t know how old I was. My dad enjoyed watching the fight.