Sometimes a nightclub is just a nightclub
Posted on 05/10/2022 10:04:28 AM PDT by Scarlett156
UNUSUAL DREAM FEATURING A FAMOUS ENTERTAINER AND A BUNCH OF OTHER PEOPLE WHO ARE PROBABLY FAMOUS, TOO, ALTHOUGH I DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THEM
Disclaimer: This is a memory about a real dream that I really had, presented for your entertainment and possible amusement. Maybe I'm hoping someone can offer an interpretation – wait a minute. That's a bad idea. Never mind. Forget I said that.
I don't think the dream was predictive, though I frequently have dreams that predict future events. For example, I had the following dream two or perhaps three days before the shooting at the DC sports field where GOP congressmen were practicing for a softball game: I was riding with a guy who died some years ago – he was an acquaintance in the local band scene who died of an overdose – and we passed a local sports field where two guys I have some extensive past with and an unknown female were playing baseball. I recognized the two guys instantly, but the strange part is that they were wearing RED BASEBALL CAPS. The dream was so unusual that I told Mr K (not the one on this forum) about it. Then, just a couple of days later there was the shooting. I asked Mr K if he remembered me telling him about the dream and he said he had just been thinking of it. He was just as weirded out about it as I was.
That's how predictive dreams are, a lot of the time: You can't figure out what the dream is predicting until after it happens. Often I can figure out during the dream that it's predicting something but can't figure out what.
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Anyway, in this "famous entertainer" dream – I think it was about six months ago – there were lots of people and almost all the action took place in a building that was incredibly vast and also sort of falling apart. It reminded me of a school or some other public building that was in sore need of repair. Everything was quite real-life with smells and sounds and sensations. It didn't take me long to know that I was dreaming.
Usually when I realize I'm dreaming I start trying to wake up – almost always. I'm not sure why I'm so avoidant but this likely has something to do with whatever I experience after I realize that I'm dreaming, which is usually unpleasant.
I was in this gigantic place…
So I was in this gigantic place. It was daytime – per checking the windows – but there was an enormous nightclub type room in the very center of this sprawling building where it was like midnight and a show was going on. At various junctures during the dream I would look into this club place and there was always someone on stage and a bunch of glitterati types – guys in monkey suits, gals in sequined evening gowns – at tables watching.
When the dream started out I was in a place like backstage and there was a whole battalion of people there. I got the feeling it was like a Mob hangout. There were some very hard-looking guys in nice suits who started looking me up and down; meanwhile a guy like Tony Bennett (he looked almost exactly like him, from what I glimpsed, in fact) sang this "Come Fly With Me" type song. The scene was very lively and gay, with everyone smiling and downing expensive-looking drinks, but the place smelled bad and there were these Tony and Guido-looking guys. I realized I was dreaming and started looking for a way out.
I smell food…
I wandered around the backstage area and heard the sounds of a cafeteria, with clanging/clattering dishes and cooks yelling out orders, and I could smell food.
Throughout, the place was dirty like it had been sitting empty for a time and no one had bothered to clean before letting an army of people in.
So I went in the cafeteria – that's what it was – and it was also full of people, though these were not wearing formal or party attire and it was more just folks wearing jeans and tee shirts. I recall that it was mostly men. The place was busy as heck and daylight was shining in the smeared, steamy windows but I couldn't see much besides that it was day.
Looking around, I spotted an exit sign over a security door and headed for that. I actually had my hand on the door and could see what looked like grass and trees outside, but then someone called out my name and like an idiot I turned around to see who it was.
Never look back
There were a couple of guys standing right behind me and one of them looked so familiar it was startling, but to this day I can't remember where I ever saw him. I figure it was a picture that I had seen on the interweb or something because it was no one I had ever met. There was a big guy and then a smaller guy and for some reason I thought they were in video production. The big guy seemed to know who I was and said, "Hey, Kristi, they have beer here. Come get a sandwich and some beer with us." He pointed toward a gaggle of other guys – almost all looking like they were under age 30 – that were sitting at a table. Again, a couple of them looked familiar, though it was no one I had ever met.
The big guy who first accosted me was probably in his early 20s and he was quite heavy, wearing black cargo shorts and a black tee shirt. He was sort of olive-skinned and had a rather large mop of curly black hair. He was babyfaced and looked like he had barely started shaving, and wore little oval-shaped, wire-framed glasses. He was disturbingly familiar, but where had I seen him before? The other guy who was with him had a sort of nerdy appearance too and was wearing khaki pants and a Hawaii-type short. He also wore glasses, aviator-style wire frames. He had longish sandy-colored hair. I recall he had some freckles, too. Both of them smiled a lot.
So I went with them to their table, thinking that I would try the exit a little later.
During all this I could still hear the nightclub act going on with people clapping after the song was over and the singer launching into another song.
Wonder bar
When I sat at the table I could clearly view the remainder of the room and was surprised to see a really huge old-timey bar with like a thousand bottles of booze. Unlike about everything else in the building, the bar was ornate and expensive-looking, polished to a gloss, its glowing wood carved into intricate shapes like vines, flowers, berries, and birds. It had a gigantic mirror over it, reflecting the bottles of liquor in a myriad of different colors: Bright orange, sapphire, amber, poison-green (I was like, "Oh wow, maybe one of these guys will buy me an absinthe if I act nice and polite to them.")
It was truly gorgeous and like a museum exhibit. There was a door that by its appearance and the sounds emanating from it, led into the club.
These guys got me a cup of beer – it was warmish but tasted okay – and they had a half-eaten pizza that I had a couple of bites of. These guys seemed like a company of video producers and I think a couple of them were actors. There were about eight guys in all sitting in this one group. They seemed to be trying to be nice to me, like we all knew each other, but I had no idea who they were except that a few of them looked familiar.
Where's the can?
I started wanting to get out of there and thought of using the excuse that I had to use the bathroom, but to get to the bathrooms I would have to go back into the main part of the building and I didn't want to lose the exit. So I sat there sort of wondering what to do when the big guy who had first spoken to me said in a whisper, "Hey, look!" and pointed toward the big, shiny bar.
I looked over and there was the famous entertainer Jerry Seinfeld (comedian and TV actor) entering from the nightclub. He didn't look like he looks today but like he did in the Seinfeld TV show except that he was wearing a tux. At first I thought he was one of the performers or maybe a guest at this strange place but then noticed that his tux collar was open and there was a white bar towel over his arm, and he was carrying a little drink tray, like he was a waiter.
May I take your order?
He looked over at our group and sort of nodded like he was saying "hi" and I noticed a couple of the guys sort of waved at him. He appeared rather anxious, almost scared. I felt kind of sorry for him, or as much as I am able to feel sympathy for any play-actor, which admittedly isn't much. I started thinking, "Haha, I wonder if he's looking for the exit, too." Then the bartender accosted him and he (J Seinfeld) started ordering drinks. So, he WAS a waiter there or at least playing one.
The big kid started to say something to me, but I cut him off and said, "Is that door unlocked? Can I get out?" and pointed at the exit. He got this worried look and said, "Oh, I don't think that's safe, you'd better stay with us, we know this place from top to bottom." And then I finished my beer – by that time J Seinfeld had got his drink order and, casting a last unreadable look at our group, hustled out into the nightclub – and stood up. I think I had a purse with me and I was wearing a minidress and sandals like a gal on vacation.
I wanted to ask the big kid what was going on, but I was getting that "I really need to get outside" feeling. I saw that a couple of the guys with him had video equipment stashed under their seats and I felt that the absolute LAST thing I wanted on the whole face of the earth was to go roaming around this crazy building with them.
So I just said, "I'll be right back!" and practically ran toward the exit sign. The door turned out to be unlocked and as I pushed out through it I heard a couple of people exclaim anxiously and the big kid and his friends saying, "Kristi! Wait!!" The door was hard to push because there was a great deal of vegetation blocking it.
Freedom…
I ignored them and dashed outside. I immediately saw that this building was part of a complex and we were WAY, WAY out in the boonies somewhere. The sensation of hot, hot sun blazing down on me was very distinct. I was in an area of mowed grass – it was Bermuda grass, or looked like it, and it made my feet feel itchy.
I looked back at the building and saw that it would be unlikely that I could return that way because there was no handle. There were bushes and high grass growing around the door and along the walls of the building, but – as I turned about to get a look at my surroundings – the building and its attached buildings were in the midst of an extensive mowed area cut squarely into a place that looked like South American rain forest. The whole area was bigger than a couple of football fields. The trees surrounding it towered more than a hundred feet tall. I couldn't really see the boundary but it seemed there was a tall chainlink fence enclosing the field.
I decided to walk around and see if I could find a road or path or something, although I wasn't crazy about the idea of trying to find my way through that jungle. I figured I would probably wake up by then but I dreaded the idea of what it would be that would finally wake me up, because I was already pretty scared.
I started to walk around the building and it was truly gigantic. Part of it was an old brick building but it had a bunch of different things built onto it like storage sheds, additional rooms, and so on – including a little bell tower on one part. There was no one else around but I could at times hear sound coming from the inside of the building. It was all shoddy and dilapidated-looking, with weeds growing tall next to the foundations.
The cars
Rounding the building, I finally saw an enormous area full of parked cars. Most of the cars were costly-looking, sitting there shining in the baking sun. There must have been over two thousand cars. I could hear people talking in a hangar-type building off to the side of the parking area and figured it was security.
A dirt road led away from the parking area, so I started to follow it. I regretted having sandals on and thought if the path got too wild and woolly I would surely have to turn back. I walked casually and swung my purse like I was just out getting some fresh air.
I followed the road for a short distance and then saw – yes – that there was a gate on it with barbed-wire chainlink about twenty feet high. There was a structure like a guard tower. It was all quite serious-looking.
I was like, "Okay, I'll just stroll on back," so that's what I did. I wondered a lot where I was. It seemed like a real, physical place and not just something that popped out of my dreaming consciousness.
The animals
So I walked and was nearly back to the main building when I heard a little noise behind me and turned around to see a small pack of menagerie animals trailing me. It was a very bizarre sight as all these animals were miniature in appearance. There was a giraffe that was only a bit taller than me, and a hippopotamus about the size of a St Bernard dog. There were a couple of small horses and a little bull, a couple of goats, and – I think – an orangutan. The orangutan was about the size it should be, but all the other critters were very small. A couple of them were wearing collars. The hippo wore a little pink ribbon around its neck. Very bizarre.
These animals were friendly and tame so I spent a couple of minutes talking to them and petting them. Then someone called out and I saw a black guy in a security uniform approaching. He seemed upset and asked me why I was outside "the complex." I answered that I had lost my way and asked him if he could help me get back. The guy was really uptight like he expected trouble and quickly led me around the building to a broad stair going up to several pairs of double glass doors. I could see a lot of people inside. With a tense little smile he opened a door for me and waved me in. I thought of asking him where I was but he took off before I could do anything.
Out of the frying pan…
The noise from the nightclub was loud and echo-y – there was a band playing a show tune and the audience was singing along.
I was rather depressed that I had not been able to get out and sort of fearful about what would happen next (and my feet were itching to beat the band after walking in sandals in that grass), but at that point I woke up.
This dream did not seem to predict anything. I have not seen any of the people I interacted with since, including in pictures, etc., except, you know, the occasional GIF with J Seinfeld in it or something similar.
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My interpretation: No matter who else is there, the drinks always catch my attention above all else. Also: Small tame animals are fun to hang out with. Also: I'm as antisocial in the dream world as I am in the real world.
That’s bizarre.
I’ve had dreams of people I recognized but know I never met. I’ve read that people in our dreams are actually aspects of ourselves. The people stand for something.
You remember FAR more details of your dreams than most. I was, however, hoping for a more dramatic conclusion after the big buildup.
There may have been, but it would only have meaning to Scarlett.
I don’t think people can tell us what our dreams mean. They seem to be all about symbol and meaning that are unique to our subjective experiences.
They say that if you keep a ‘dream journal’ over time, you may notice patterns later that you don’t immediately see, and things make more sense after time.
Sometimes a nightclub is just a nightclub
I start dreaming the moment I fall asleep and it’s usually something weird, like being arrested for a murder I didn’t commit or scuba diving and I run out of air at 100 feet and I’m not a diver or a murderer.
Free ascent.
I’ve always dreamed every night and usually remember something of the dreams. I’ve noticed something about landscapes/places in my dreams.
Most places I ‘visit’ in dreams are familiar in way - even when they don’t reflect anyplace I know or remember from real life, there’s a familiar feel about them.
But once in a while, I’ll find myself in a place that is completely different, no ‘familiar’ feeling at all. Those dreams stick out.
ive had more dreams in the past month or so than ive had my whole life. .. may be stress related ??
Sounds Ray Bradbury-ish. Are you a fan of his work?
Maybe you’ve had new experiences you’ve needed to sort out, or issues to deal with that your mind works on while you sleep.
I think "the complex" is saga/quest symbolism representing you living your adult life. You pay attention to politics (the nightclub/celebrities) but recognize how marginal it really is. You keep looking "behind" what's visible because you are certain there "must be more" but are disappointed so far that the revelations you've managed to glimpse seem dingy and corrupt and dangerous. You ALMOST found freedom. Perhaps next dream you will escape. Follow the mini animals.
LOL! A coworker from the 1970s used to say: Hm, what would Sigmund Freud have to say about that?
Wow. O.o I should save this so I can think about it later.
Don’t take the brown acid!
Some dreams are predictive, but most aren’t. However, I have had dreams about things as prosaic as me bringing home a stray dog: In the dream I saw my dad, who was still alive at the time, pointing out a struggling dog that looked like it was drowning in a river. I started calling to it and it managed to swim over to me and I fished it out. A really short time later a stray came to my house (I had seen him before in real life and he looked like the dog in my dream) and I adopted him.
I think I’ve likely read everything he’s written. I got in BIG TROUBLE when I was a kid for reading him, in fact.
Some times of year are better for dreaming than others. Most dreams are just your brain ridding itself of problems or solving problems - like detoxifying. Some dreams take place in real time and you can have a direct effect on things. In some you can view things in the future.
One of the predictive dreams I remember most clearly took place about a week before this event: “2004 Indian Ocean tsunami, also known as the Christmas or Boxing Day tsunami, on Sunday morning, Dec. 26, 2004”
In the dream I was, again, in a giant place like a medical high-rise, where there are a bunch of clinics and medical offices jammed together. There were Xmas decorations all over the place, but they were sort of droopy, like it was almost New Year. I was standing listening to some people talk - a doctor and nurse, it seemed - and I happened to look over at a bulletin board and saw some what looked like cartoons, drawn in “doonesbury” style, cut from a newspaper. (Remember when people in offices used to cut the funnies out and tack them to the bulletin board?)
However, instead of being humorous, the cartoon showed a resort shore with some buildings and beach, pretty trees, etc., and then in the next frame a huge wave was engulfing the place. In the third frame there was terrible devastation. The cut-out cartoon was framed with a piece of gold tinsel.
A tiny detail compared to the rest of the dream (some guys were chasing me through a high-rise govt medical building). But some days later, when the tsunami struck, I recalled it all very clearly.
Pay attention to the content of your dreams. It’s not just always wishful-thinking type stuff. (Like that one you’re always having about Natalie Portman.)
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