Von Hottenstein Holiday

Posted by beth on December 7, 2007

I dreamed last night that I was doing an Avon Walk in the city where Cutie Von Hottenstein’s parents lived, and he had therefore invited me to stay there with them. So I go to their house, and it’s not so much a house as a villa. It had two separate wings conjoined by an airy little breezeway. I only saw the living room and the kitchen of one wing, though, as I was staying in the other. And I don’t know if I hadn’t completely confirmed with him that I was coming or if I went early or what, but he wasn’t really expecting me when I showed up, and there was a (indoor) pool party going on. So I walked in, and from across the room, I thought I saw him, and I started walking his way, but it turned out that it wasn’t him (stupid bad eyesight), but his hot brother.

Well, Hot Brother started chatting me up, and as we were talking, I noticed that a good friend of mine from college was in the pool. I wanted to talk to her because I hadn’t seen her in ages, but there were so many people that I couldn’t really get over to her. Hot Brother was still all about talking to me, and I was completely indifferent to the fact that he was really into me because I hadn’t come there for him, and I wanted to talk to my friend. So I’m all trying to climb up on this concrete wall to get over to the other side of the pool, only the wall was really high, and I was having trouble hoisting my leg up on it, so while Hot Brother is chatting away, he’s also trying to help me by pushing my leg up on top of the wall.

With great difficulty, I managed to scurry across to the other side, where, magically, Hot Brother is there waiting (not sure how he got there). But by the time I’d gotten across to the other side, my college friend was gone back to the side where I’d started! So I just decided I’d have to catch her later.

Then I met Mom Von Hottenstein, whose latest interest was watching some cheesy movie. Repeatedly. I hadn’t seen it, so I watched it as well, fell in love with it, and watched it at least six more times through the course of the dream. Mom was also very concerned about my intentions with her boys, and she interrogated me thoroughly for some time and, I think, came to the conclusion that she wanted me to have her grandchildren.

Dad Von Hottenstein was sick the whole time and never moved off of the sofa in the east wing.

There was also a shower scene in which the curtain wouldn’t stay closed, but it didn’t matter because I was wearing a bathing suit. Good thing, too, because there was someone sitting right outside the shower playing video games. And someone else kept coming in to borrow shampoo or something for another shower elsewhere.

And no, I didn’t eat anything right before going to bed.