Dean Ericksen's dream!

Regular readers may recall Dean's Ericksen's earlier appearances on All This Is That. . .the most recent one is here. He sent me and another friend, Tanya, his dream this morning for explication.

Naturally, I imposed a most scurrilous (and Freudian) interpretation on the dream. But I'll leave it to to y'all to judge for yourselves. . .

"OK. So, it all starts when I’m invited to a big party (a wake? It’s hard to tell) at Frank Sinatra’s house. Frank’s house is in Redmond [Wash.] . It’s large, but not moviestar-large; it’s in an upscale new development. There’s a big front yard covered with chairs for the guests. The only celebrity that I can see is George Burns, with his stereotypical cigar and check-coat. I expect to hear some crooning from the microphone, but nothing much is happening. "

"Apparently I have a backstage pass, as I find myself wandering around in Frank’s modestly appointed home, mixing with random people, and eating pistachios from an ashtray. A woman introduces herself to me. She is Frank’s grand-daughter; she is about seven-feet tall. It’s not long before I find myself getting busy with her on a pile of cardboard on Frank’s patio. The logistics of this coupling are non-sensual, mechanical, absurd. My heart is just not in it."

"Anyway, I pull myself together and wander back in to the house. A Mafioso grabs me by the arm and says that Frank would like to see me. I’m led to a door, and told by the man not to make fun of Frank’s little sister. The door swings open and Frank is sitting on a huge leather chair in a smoking jacket. Next to him on a stool is a porcelain statue of a Victorian-age girl. Frank begins to laugh maniacally and his face turns the color of a pomegranate. "
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