Napping, 2 dreams, odd:

1) That I'm working in a fine bar, I have notice that there will be a couple of important customers. An anniversary. And they show up, her, beautiful, refined, elegant. And him - good looking, long hair, a bit of a "dude", friendly, jocular - still they seem mismatched, and he introduces her as "Smokey", but for some reason it's spelled "Smocey". 

I'm trying to get him to decide on a drink, a Gin Collins or preferably an Old Fashioned, but he's indecisive, can't make up his mind...

I go to the back room, sit on my computer while he makes up his mind. And I get an email from him, pleading that I not take his girlfriend/wife away, he's so in love with her, "SmOCEy"...

Fucking peculiar, and I end up googling OCE, wondering why this misspelling in the dream, but can find nothing....

2) That I'm in the thrift shop, not thrift shop, it's supposed to be where I volunteer but it's not. Nobody is there. In the back, a warehouse, more like an antique shop, and on the wall in my area there's a beautiful man's suit jacket, with f-holes printed on the lapels, and I'm thinking how sharp (#) it would look with a printed necktie of violin or cello strings, maybe a finely detailed white shirt with musical notes on it...mother of pearl peg cufflinks...In front of it hangs a mid-sized cello, the two f-holes, the one on the lapel, the other in the cello, I want to buy them, but they're hanging there to be appraised...

And, yes, fucking peculiar again. My subconscious is taking me on a little stray adventure...

This will be better than you think.

First Dream: That a friend was returning some coats I had given him for dry cleaning (dark skinned, I recognize him - ??? - who?- in the dream as a friend), and I see upon one of my blue suit jackets what appears to be a little white bedbug, and I'm handing them back to him, this won't do, and now do I have to change all my clothes, bedding? And did he dry clean them in the first place and if he did why in the heck are there bedbugs on it?

To this he just shrugs, not his problem, it's no big deal...

Second Dream: That I am in Vietnam with my family, not Vietnam with not-my-family, it's someplace else, a dreamscape, the colors too pastel, the grass the plastic kind you see in Bento boxes, when up from the grass there rises a green viper, it strikes me on the leg, but, surprisingly it doesn't bother me, I examine the wound, bite marks, what looks like plasma running down...

Across the river there's an kindly older Vietnamese lady who's showing me some large old coins, the busts of king or politicians on one side, the rest of the coin is worn away, just the busts, rococo stylized swirls of fabric, and I resolve to take a few of these with me as souvenirs

I'm in a house high up on a forested mountain. The basement, an empty disused tiled pool that spirals upstairs...I don't think to try and figure out how the pool keeps level, accepting that it spirals up over a couple of floors...

Upstairs, a dark paneled room, there's a museum or art exhibit of sorts, curiosities, books with leather-tooled custom bindings done in the fantastical shapes of demons heads and gargoyles. Opening them they're like the "Codex Seriphinianus", an inventory of colors, shapes, writing in foreign languages, they're all puzzles, riddles wrapped up in enigmas and mystery...

The objects are as well curious, of no discernable function or purpose, this resembles an orrery, but isn't, this a compass, or globe, but not, and so forth. Everything beautifully done, but inexplicable. Somehow I think that maybe it all explains itself...

Outside a cool fall day.

Discussing with the other visitors I find that the owners of this curated collection of absurdities explained it all the night before, at the gala opening, I missed it, but - somehow I think I know them - and I'm thinking of this bigger goth couple that would show up and buy my curiosities for sale in Calgary, these must be the people hosting this...