holy shit

I think that was a serious fever dream.

So first off I'm in a fantasy setting sort of like Thomas Covenant-like with the Land and all, but I am one of Lim Bim's (see the Biscuitbarrel family) descendants, and charged with keeping the universe in line or something.  There's an artifact and I'm trying to preserve it.  It's over a hole, and really belongs in a museum, and everyone around me keeps changing faces and tricking me (I'm the only one who can move it) into putting it places it doesn't belong slash giving it up to evil and dooming the world.  At the same time, I'm in the car with my family driving to O'Hare, because we're going to a family reunion.  It's the McKittrick family reunion, and for some reason we're all the McKittrick family, but Sean is not there.  His family isn't even there, it's all people I know who aren't McKittricks.

Weird.  So I get there, and we're sitting on the couch with my aunt (played by Nina), my mom, my sister, this girl in my family who apparently works at Borders (played by a rap music video-looking hispanic girl), two busy body women, and my three cousins.  I'm collapsed on the couch--we're all watching the fantasy style setting movie, this time the artifact is a juke box and the Biscuitbarrel scion succeeds in ending it down a dark bottomless (?) pit to the museum.  Villain howls in terror.  The view and colors are a little skewed, and my busybody relatives are asking me questions and trying to get me to respond.  My mom says I'm sick, and then suddenly I'm moving and viewing everything as if I am so delerious with fever that I'm hallucinating violently.  For a moment I am the Biscuitbarrel scion, and the artifact is a trash can--I'm falling down the bottomless (?) pit.  I think damn.  I'm back on the couch.  Everyone is concerned, especially Aunt Nina as she and my mom are apparently vying for the title of my mom.

She ushers me into the kitchen, which is the only room in this dream lit with natural light--it's Jane's kitchen from before she moved to her previous house.  There are plates drying on some sort of melted glass rack.  I think it's melting more, and there's a note on it, which Nina tells me not to read because I'm sick, and takes my temperature.  My real mom bustles up with a thermometer just as Nina starts leading me out of the kitchen.  My world is time-lagged, and I feel like I'm being pulled through water while floating.  My male cousin, who is a slightly seedier and older version of Flax says hey.  He has some kind of connection to the... orioles?  I don't even remember I think it was a sports team.  Not that he was a part of, just that he felt strongly about.  I'm told I should lie down and rest, and I sort of bonelessly flop down beside my cousins (three of them, played by my actual cousins) who are huddled up in the girl part of the room that was divided in half for the cousins to stay in.  The coverlet is pink and see through on top, the bed has a copper frame with bedknobs.  It looks slightly skewed, and the wall is falling over onto the girls side.  It is supported by my cousins heads and the bedknobs.  It's pretty janky.  On the other side of the girls room there's a smaller bed, same brass, with a blue coverlet like on the man's side.  They tell me that's my bed because I'm sick.  I jellyfish float and wobble over to that bed and crash down.  The walls are going like lava lamps.

I think lucidly, I shit you not, "I need to get a pen and a journal and write this down."  This segues into me going into the kitchen and trying to write the note that was on the melty looking glass dryer plate.  You know, the one that Nina told me not to read earlier.  I'm writing it.  I only get part way though, because male cousin shows up (suddenly I'm in the hallway) and is wearing sort of a purple velvet coat and some sort of hat.  Red and black shirt, think it was a graphic.  Anyway, he's sort of wheedling me to do things, or pulling me around, and he keeps changing faces.  At some point a voice from somewhere tells me I don't have to let him do that to me, and suddenly he's bigger than me and wearing a sweatshirt and a baseball cap and I'm kneeing him violently in the balls repeatedly because I was being sexually molested, at least I thought I was, and the cousins have to pull me away because it's my male cousin again.  I'm flipping out, the walls do not stop growing and shrinking throughout this whole time. 

I think lucidly, "I need to write this down."  I'm put into a room with my hispanic rap-video cousin, who is telling me about the way things roll at Borders.  She's wearing a Borders apron--one of the little belty ones.  She's like, it's a pity he stole those from you, because at Borders, we would totally get drunk.  I have no idea what's been stolen, or what I had.  I wooze into my male cousin later, who is guiltily stenciling a shot glass (the size of a regular glass) that has been flattened out into a plate with the orioles logo in the center to be glass cut into the shape of a heart.  He explains it means a lot to him and he's sorry 'cause it was mine, but he wanted something to remind him of the time I saved him.  I sort of float/stumble away--the room is constantly changing size and perspective. 

I can't remember some bits, obviously.  I wake up, and my face is full of sun, and my head is upside down.  The walls are totally changing shape.  I sit up.  Worms (sand ones, like from Dune) are jumping in and out of my covers.  I shake my head.  A shadow on the cover looks like the migrating Jewish people led by Moses.  Distinctly.  I shake my head.  It woozes.  I stumble out of bed.

I have got to write this shit down.  Holy crap.