I almost wrote another post at 4:30 this morning. I decided to save it for today. It's not like it was time sensitive. Then I couldn't remember what it was (like no one saw that twist coming). But then I remembered!
Can you believe it? I certainly can't.
Anyway, I have this recurring dream. I hear you groaning. I promise I won't bore you with all of the details. And, really, it's not exactly a recurring dream. It's more a recurring dream element.
It's a room.
The dream plot is different. The cast changes. Even the main setting shifts -- sometimes an apartment, sometimes a house. (Never an apartment or house in which I've lived, beeteedubs.)
Have you ever seen "The Eleventh Hour" episode of Doctor Who? There's a room in Amelia/Amy Pond's house and a baddie alien in the room and the baddie alien is hiding so filters the room from people's perception.
That's what this room is like, minus the baddie alien. In dreams, I forget this room exists.
It's a bedroom suite. Rather posh by my middle class standards. And decorated, gah, how to describe it. My grandmother probably decorated it in 1989.
Not the 80s you've seen in movies, all strong, garish colors and harsh angles. As in any era, what you saw in magazines and on celebs wasn't how real people lived. So forget Olivia Newton-John's "Physical" leotard. And ignore the leftover 70s earth tones (brown and brown, trimmed in brown, with a little tan for highlight) that most of us lived with until at least 1986. Mid- to late-80s (and well into the 90s) was the age of pastels on cream walls.
My grandmother favored peach. I do not. I'm a jewel-tones gal.
So that's the forgotten bedroom suite. Lush peach sateen bed set. A thick deep pile light peach carpet. Cream walls. Generic artwork in heavy gilt frames on those cream walls. The bathroom done to match.
God only knows why my odd forgotten room is decorated in peach and cream. Or why I dream of a room that I'm surprised to suddenly remember in these dreams. Because that's how the dreams always go: various things happen in the other rooms of the house/apartment and lightbulb oh yeah there's another room I never go in because I forget it exists. And then I kind of make fun of myself when I wake up because I dream about this room I don't like.
My waking logic (mocking) spilled into the dream logic last night. In the dream I remembered I have a room I always forget about and just siiiiighed and accepted I'd have to use it for awhile.
p.s. If you're not familiar with (or are wracking your brain trying to remember) the quote that is this post's title, here's the full bit from 1993's Addams Family Values:
Morticia: You have gone too far. You have married Fester, you have destroyed his spirit, you have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But, Debbie . . .
Debbie: What?
Morticia: . . . pastels?
Y'know, my forgotten dream room really suits character Debbie Delinsky's style.
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