Dreams About People I’ve Never Met

Last night I had a dream about the woman who writes dooce.com. I’ve never met this woman and though I read her blog on occasion I haven’t really thought about her all that much except for when I think to click over to her site and read about what she’s been doing. I am a very sound sleeper and I rarely remember my dreams—yet I remembered a dream about a woman I’ve never met whose life is nothing like mine.

In the dream, this woman would occasionally have people over to her house for a salon. Apparently being invited to this salon was a very big deal, and Todd and I were thrilled to attend.

The invitation said that we would be discussing her artwork. We arrived at the house, which was unlike any house I’d ever seen in my awake or dreaming life. Her house had a lazy river that went all through the bottom floor. It started on the front porch, where she encouraged her guests to flop onto an inner tube and float along the current through her home with a beer in hand as they admired her paintings and photographs which hung on her walls at different spots along the edge of the river. Then at different intervals the current in the river would speed up, which propelled a few tube riders closer to other tube riders, presumably to encourage mingling among the salon attendees.

We floated on the river in Casa Dooce, among her Pollock-esque paintings, her photos of farm animals, and her sculptures that were constructed of aluminum foil. We clinked beer bottles with bathing suit clad strangers; we ate finger food positioned at strategic spots along the river.

But, really, how cool would it be to have a lazy river in your house? Want to get a snack, just paddle on over to the fridge. Laundry would be a snap--just toss it all in at the start of the river, and fish it out at the end--lather, rinse, repeat. And you could totally surprise your spouse with a gondolier on Valentine's Day too! It's a win-win proposition!

What the hell did I eat last night?