First time I cried laughing the first time I tried to describe a dream to Wax the next day?
Last night I dreamed it had become really trendy to purchase burial plots in Alaska because climate change was going to make it so that was possibly the only 'safe' burial place by the time you die and people were buying them as like a vacation thing so my parents and sister and I and favorite aunt and uncle and their two daughters were taking a joint vacation (as we used to do once or twice per year when we were kids) for them to buy burial plots. We weren't gonna because all of us wanted to be cremated, but we went anyway.
Unlike in reality, we were all adults or at least older teenagers, but without our own families. Also unlike our real vacations, we had to take a plane, because Alaska. My cousin had also pre-purchased a coffin - at home - which she was bringing to Alaska with her to idk deposit there in advance for when she got buried. And it was like a rockabilly coffin. The top was painted black and the sides were hot pink and black tiger print but it was all distressed so you could see the wood through it and then in the center of the lid it just said "Coffin" in like a horror movie font and everybody thought that was cool. And she was bringing it on the plane with her as carry-on and it was just like, propped up behind the seats.
And this was so common that strangers walking by on the plane kept saying stuff like "Heading to Alaska" and "On your way to buy some burial plots huh?" And meanwhile I had decided that since she had a coffin I had to make like an "equivalent purchase" - size/significance?? - to the coffin - even though I wasn't gonna be buried there... so I had bought, and brought along with us, A SHIRE HORSE. And the Shire Horse WAS ALSO ALONG ON THE PLANE AS MY CARRY-ON LUGGAGE. It was just like hanging out near the back of the plane in a little stall.
And when we got to Alaska and went to like a... hotel-campground place, there was some confusion like a sitcom episode at the check-in and we got delayed and went to a craft store bc it was the only place anybody thought we could buy wheat for the horse and we accidentally ended up unmasking that the hotel's HORSE CHEF was a fraudster who DID NOT HAVE A DEGREE IN HORSE CHEF. The cops came and a vet arrived to inspect all the horses at the hotel-campground to make sure they did not have malnutrition as a result!
Then we went out on like a safari-tour-trip to view burial plots and deposit the horse in like a massive horse stable that was just across the road/down the road from the massive graveyard so ??? ... not sure if the horse was donated or what, lots of other horses of different kinds were already there. Like a horse preserve??? And they took us around on these little paths pointing out regions of the graveyard from like safari vehicles (you couldn't get out and walk). Then I woke up.
Last night I dreamed it had become really trendy to purchase burial plots in Alaska because climate change was going to make it so that was possibly the only 'safe' burial place by the time you die and people were buying them as like a vacation thing so my parents and sister and I and favorite aunt and uncle and their two daughters were taking a joint vacation (as we used to do once or twice per year when we were kids) for them to buy burial plots. We weren't gonna because all of us wanted to be cremated, but we went anyway.
Unlike in reality, we were all adults or at least older teenagers, but without our own families. Also unlike our real vacations, we had to take a plane, because Alaska. My cousin had also pre-purchased a coffin - at home - which she was bringing to Alaska with her to idk deposit there in advance for when she got buried. And it was like a rockabilly coffin. The top was painted black and the sides were hot pink and black tiger print but it was all distressed so you could see the wood through it and then in the center of the lid it just said "Coffin" in like a horror movie font and everybody thought that was cool. And she was bringing it on the plane with her as carry-on and it was just like, propped up behind the seats.
And this was so common that strangers walking by on the plane kept saying stuff like "Heading to Alaska" and "On your way to buy some burial plots huh?" And meanwhile I had decided that since she had a coffin I had to make like an "equivalent purchase" - size/significance?? - to the coffin - even though I wasn't gonna be buried there... so I had bought, and brought along with us, A SHIRE HORSE. And the Shire Horse WAS ALSO ALONG ON THE PLANE AS MY CARRY-ON LUGGAGE. It was just like hanging out near the back of the plane in a little stall.
And when we got to Alaska and went to like a... hotel-campground place, there was some confusion like a sitcom episode at the check-in and we got delayed and went to a craft store bc it was the only place anybody thought we could buy wheat for the horse and we accidentally ended up unmasking that the hotel's HORSE CHEF was a fraudster who DID NOT HAVE A DEGREE IN HORSE CHEF. The cops came and a vet arrived to inspect all the horses at the hotel-campground to make sure they did not have malnutrition as a result!
Then we went out on like a safari-tour-trip to view burial plots and deposit the horse in like a massive horse stable that was just across the road/down the road from the massive graveyard so ??? ... not sure if the horse was donated or what, lots of other horses of different kinds were already there. Like a horse preserve??? And they took us around on these little paths pointing out regions of the graveyard from like safari vehicles (you couldn't get out and walk). Then I woke up.
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Date: 5 Jul 2022 06:43 pm (UTC)wait was he a chef that was a horse who also was responsible for feeding the horses or was he a human
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