I Have Been Here Before

I dreamt that I was in a neighborhood near my old house in Illinois, near Garfield Elementary. I was looking for someone or something else (maybe part of my mind still beckoning back to my waking-real-world-work-life when I try to find houses that i've never been to before). I heard yelling coming from a house and thought it might be the one i'm looking for but somehow doubted it. Noticed a neihbor becoming concerned with the yelling so I checked it out. Knocked on the door and introduced myself as a social worker. No one could tell me if I had the right house or not. Nevertheless I continued to talk and bullshit with them as I normally would. I followed someone upstairs and continued on in the same fashion. Everyone in the house was preparing and cleaning for a party. At some point I mentioned to the person I was talking w/ that i'd been in this house before, maybe as a kid and thought for a second that maybe a grade school friend of mine had lived there. I then started to notice things in the house I thought were familiar to me- paintings, etc. Of course, upon waking up, none of these familiar objects were anything more than just things I conjured up in my dream- though they felt meaningful at the time.

Play About A Vietnam War Movie

A few side stories to this dream. First, I was driving towards my street (in my old neighborhood in Illinois) and began to make out with my friend, Bre.

Next, I saw scenes from a Vietnam War movie- some highly praised on, like Apocalypse Now. I was to see this movie in the form of a play. It started off nothing like the movie did. Movie began with a narration much like Martin Sheen did for Apocalypse Now. Play began with the narration being communicated through this urban-looking kid making a phone call in a booth. It totally sucked. I left the play to look for my car. I was among family and coworkers alike, but back in Prospect Park, in Moline. I walked up the long drive and around the streets in that neighborhood that wrap around those huge Oak Trees, looking for my car. Except, the streets were longer than I had remembered them and by the time I found my car all I wanted to do was pack my suitcase and go home- could not find my overnight bag and began to search harder for it. As time went by, I wasn't looking for my car/overnight bag anymore but was looking at cups of coffee, wondering which one was mine.