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I have a batty friend who likes to always have a project he is working on. At one point he was building these really exquisite electric guitars from scratch (out of wood). But his real passion lies in motorcycles. So last night he fills the bathtub with PineSol and places the Honda engine parts of his latest build to soak. I wake up this morning having slept over feeling a bit toxic, but reveling in the cool dreams I had last night (I haven't been remembering my dreams, so these were more cohesive and clear than in a very long time).
The first dream was I was with my friends on a Saturday night and we were bored, wondering where the party at. And so one friend says, in an excited/duhhhh kind of way: "well, why don't you use SIri to figure out where the party is at!" like this was the obvious thing to do since everyone uses their phones to find out where the happening parties are going down on a Saturday night. So I ask Siri if there are any parties near by and she says: "Please shut down the iPhone". I was totally blown away that to enable party finding mode, you had to shut down the phone. Would it really boot up again automatically with information on where the party is at? How strange, yet how cool! So I powered the phone down and waited a moment, skeptical this would actually work. The phone booted up again and was an explosion of fireworks and sound as we gawked in amazement at the party bursting out of the phone. As I kept watching the awesome display of festivus maximus coming out of my phone I slowly found myself entering into the party expanding out of the little screen.
In my amazement at being transported to the party from the couch, I had forgotten about my friends. I was now in some college party bonanza reminiscent of Spring Break, but it wasn't in any particularly cool place. It was night time, outside, and the rest of the dream was me bumbling about with different friends than I was with outside of the phone, looking for where the party was at (mostly it was just people coming and going). Nothing very exciting happened after that, unfortunately.
So I take care of an elderly chap named Richard. He has Fragile X syndrome; basically he is a very low functioning autistic guy. Last night I dreamt I was out for a drive with him and I left him sitting on a bench and started talking to some people as I walked along a promenade type thing in a giant mall. Then I realized I had just left Richard behind and so told the people I was walking with I'd have to decline their invitation to join them (I forget what they were doing). Richard was very relaxed when I came back to him on the bench and when I asked him if he was ready to go he said, "yes, I'd like that" or something normal-like. Richard doesn't normally talk to people in such a normal way, mostly he recites a lot of random and repetitive phrases such as "what does shut up mean?" and "what accent?" and "stop the maniacal laughing" and "no silly business" all in a very exaggerated, theatrical way (the man is a gem), so it was kinda exciting for him to reply in such a 'neurotypical' way.
We walked for awhile, and Rich was walking really well. I was reflecting in my head about how nice Richard was being when I suddenly realized I didn't know where he was. I was now in a section of the mall that was like a mini hospital with large nurses bustling about. They were giving me stink eye for walking among their work stations or something, and I mumbled to one of them that I was looking for a guy with disabilities but they weren't interested and just wanted me to get out of their way so they could do their important jobs. I then, in as pleasant a voice as I could, yelled (or spoke really loud so everyone could hear me since they were up to now ignoring me), and they all glared at me and were cross with me for yelling.
Frustrated, I left the nurses' stations and headed back to the corridor I had come down in with Rich. I thought I saw him for a moment and went towards him but again he was fleet of foot and I lost him as soon as I thought I had found him. I did shortly thereafter find him when I went into a side room and he was fine, not being vocal (read: not screaming) or anything. And we continued walking down the promenade/mall.