Traveled Great Lengths for Boston Cream Cheese

May 10, 2008 - 14:21 PM PST

Dream Log #00011

05/10/2008

My guy friend Steve*, girl friend Kristina and I are traveling across the United States to somewhere in the South on a Tricycle!

I see a map of the country like a colorful 3-D animated display of the path of our journey (also illustrated by a dotted line.) We have a brief stint in the South and head on back toward the North. I don't even see anything while we're there, just the dotted line implying where we stopped.

We're now riding down a one-way desert road. The night is dark and stormy with one bright headlight to guide us. Kristina is peddling furiously from the back of the trike and we're moving as fast as a motorcycle! Steve* and I are on the front seat of the trike fast asleep as the rain blows sideways past us.

Steve* and I wake up in an old fashioned, macramé infused, elderly woman's apartment. We were confused at how we got there. I look at the kitchen counter and find a pop-up note written on a strange material: a piece of Styrofoam or white cardboard made to stand on its own.

The note reads:

"I left you with my Great Aunt Tarsy because I needed to get back
as soon as possible. And I couldn't do it with you two asleep in the
front. You're in Boston, Massachusetts now. Have fun she's great!"

(The view switches back to the middle of the rainbow U.S. map then to us in the apartment.)

Great Aunt Tarsy enters in with a tray of tea in a classic white porcelain tea set: teapot, cups, and saucers. She speaks to us in her "native" Southern Massachusetts accent which sounds more like a Virginian, slightly southern drawl. With her smiling face, metal-rimmed glasses and curly white hair looking at us, she suggest we go shopping at the Gigantic Shopping Center they have there.

Then I have an epiphany! "We NEED to get that thing famous to Boston...What's it called? Boston CHEESECAKE!" I scream excitedly. I was probably thinking of Boston Cream Pie but what came out was Boston (Philly, wrong state) Cheesecake! Anyway, we end up at this high-rise enormous mall with too much to choose from. We go restaurant to restaurant in search for it, but find nothing and instead get hungrier by the minute.

My god brother Ryan replaces Steve*, seemingly appearing out of no where, and we start looking at other stores in our dismay. We come a cross a Hello Kitty shop that sells both San Rio products and little boys clothing. Ryan wanted a Boston souvenir too so we look up at the wall of outfits on display. He points at a black or chocolate brown basketball jersey set. I ask the salesperson for that one and the only one they have is an Extra Large! We buy it anyway because he always wears things too big for him.

Eventually I get lost in the Super Shopping Mall of Malls and am desperately hungry. I beg for food at a Mexican restaurant's bar, searching the bar for good snacks I like. The end of the bar leads to a narrow hotel hallway. The dream ends with me never making it back North or with a Boston Cream Cheesecake!

Analysis: I think my dreams are becoming more cinematic because of the movies I'm watching. The map was reminiscent of Sleepless in Seattle and the tricycle I think I borrowed from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. I watched Temple of Doom last night. And they do that same thing with the map in Sleepless but the maps on Indiana Jones series have the essence of a pirate map unlike Sleepless.

I'm not quite sure why I dreamt about my friend Kristina. Maybe I miss her enthusiasm and energy. And she probably abandons us because she's always so busy with work and her new nephew I rarely hear from her.

Ryan spent the night at our house, and I think that's where he comes in. Maybe he buys the chocolate brown basketball jersey because the cockroaches in our house are brown and were feeling mighty flighty last night. They tend to swarm around and cause extra terror for us at night.

I think I'm eating a lot in the dream because I'm overeating in real life. I just have uncontrollable cravings and can't let one bag of chips go to waste. I crave cheesecake now which sucks about dreaming about food. Watching Food Network is hard, and so is dreaming about food. I have a problem.

Overall, my dream wasn't filled with any major terror or life threatening situations. So I'm content with how pointless, movie-like and entertaining it was.

*Steve was a name I fabricated because he didn't really have a name or discernible likeness to anyone I really knew. It was just redundant saying "my guy friend" over and over.