Post #159964 by ZebraTiki on Wed, May 18, 2005 4:20 PM

Back to bizarre tiki dreams...

Lately, I've had two, but the memorable one started out in a dark and misty tiki restaurant that had a glowing mural of a night scene of an island view or swamp. At about the point where I was thinking to myself, "I wonder how many TC members are here?" the restaurant got even mistier, so only a few tables nearby were visible, but the bar area glowed off in the distance.

Someone was approaching through the mist, and I thought it was the waiter, but it turned out to be none other than Tiki_Bong, who rushed up to me and said, "Can you hot-wire a car?" as he led me by the elbow towards the door. As he was explaining why we had to start his car, I caught a glimpse of the glowing bar, which we had to pass to get out.

At the bar, we were distracted from our mission by some TC members, all vague non-specific images, but they were supposed to be various members I have never met in real life. The exception was Humuhumu, who was rather farther away, and trying to make wild gestures and facial epxressions as if to say, "Don't go outside," and pointing towards the door, then shaking her head "no."

Despite the warning, when I got to the parking lot, all the cars were various makes and models, but all made of bamboo! They were all amazingly detailed. Some were like late 50's Cadillacs, and others were your average Camry, but bamboo-covered, with incredible interior upholstery in atomic & tiki designs. One car had a little puffer fish lamp hanging where the interior roof light should be.

Bong was rubbing his hands together in anticipation and looked across the parking lot and said, "OK, which car?" Then I told him I thought that he wanted me to start his car, not someone else's, and debate and argument ensued. The rest of the dream was me trying to explain that a bamboo car would certainly be easy to spot, and we'd be caught in seconds.

Next, I was looking for my car, hoping that it had been converted to bamboo-osity by mere presence in the parking lot. I never did find my car, but wandered back into the restaurant, where they had opened up a gigantic tiki gift shop while I was outside.

All the TC members were the first to get into the newly opened shop, and Humuhumu was racing around the group like a border collie rounding us all up, making sure we were all there. There was hysterical happy laughter, and everyone was holding absolutely gorgeous, elaborately garnished drinks.

Then the words "Doppler radar" woke me up, and I never did find out what was in the shop.