Thread Number: 8993
Do you ever dream of vacs?
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|Post# 99388   5/29/2010 at 18:11 (3,427 days old) by tommymilan (milano)  || |
|Post# 99389 , Reply# 1   5/29/2010 at 18:33 (3,427 days old) by electrolux~137 ()  || |
Oh my yes, all the time!! Some of them are dreams like yours, of being in thrift shops and flea markets and finding strange, rare and wonderful machines.
In fact, I wrote the following article in 1994 and posted it in the former vacuum cleaner forum at vaccc.com.
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VACUUM CLEANER DREAMS
Am I the only person who dreams about vacuum cleaners?
I have been having dreams about sweepers for as long as I can remember. When I was a little kid, the dreams were usually along the lines of being at someone's house and finding the vacuum cleaner, and seeing that there was something amazing or unusual about it -- that it was ridiculously small or large in size, or that it had 10 hoses, or a 100-ft cord, dozens of attachments, etc,
In later years, my vacuum cleaner dreams nearly always take place in thrift shops and junk stores. In fact some of the dreams are "serial" in nature --- I will be in a dream, in a certain thrift shop, and the place will be familiar; I will know I had been there before. Sometimes that awareness is more lucid than others where I will even say, "Oh, it's this dream again!" However, it is not the same exact dream time after time, just the same place -- but different, although similar, things happen.
There is one particular dream where, when I find myself in the particular thrift shop, I eventually realize I am there again, and sometimes I will even say or think to myself, "Oh, here we are again. I wonder what I will find this time!" In this particular dream, there are three or four thrift shops connected by common doors -- sort of like a thrift shop shopping center! When I am arriving at the thrift shop I am always walking, and the weather is always nice and sunny -- a warm summery day.
I come to a corner of a very steeply angled intersection. What I mean is, the cross-streets do not run at a 90-degree angle but converge in a point from, like, 45-degree angles. Such that when I am standing right at the apex of the corner, there is a street running behind to my left, and another one running behind to my right.
Right in the corner, is an old movie theatre with the old-fashioned marquis above with the hundreds of little light bulbs and the old red plastic letters. It is a a two-faced marquis -- one side faces the street running down the left side, and another side faces the street running down the right side. I never notice or remember what the marquis says, but am just aware of it and that I am there again. I walk under the marquis and by the little glass-enclosed booth where the ticket-seller is seated, and then I go out from under the marquis and turn left up the street that runs along the other corner of the theatre, and that is where the door is that leads into the first thrift shop.
(I go into all this detail simply because there IS so much detail to remember, and it is always the same when I return each time to this strange place in my dream.)
When I go into the thrift shop, there are always other people milling about and sometimes I recognize some of them, and some of them seem to recognize me as well: they will nod or smile, or give, you know, a "psychic," unspoken indication that they are aware of me.
This first thrift shop is a very large place, kind of -- well, you know, uncrowded and not too cluttered. There is always a large open area in the center where I can stand and look around and see stuff along all the far walls. There is always one long wall of light-tan wooden book shelves, and in the middle of that wall of shelves, or at one end, is a hallway leading to another area of the store and that is where I know I will usually find vacuum cleaners.
I say usually, because sometimes there are sweepers and sometimes there are not. Sometimes I see so many vacuums in that back room that I am wondering to myself how I am going to get them all in my car (not realizing at that point that I had walked there!), or about how I could pay for everything.
Other times, there is nothing there or only a few broken-down plastic junk machines. And other times, they will be in a different place of the store and I am a little irritated, yet happily surprised, to go to another area and find a bunch of old vacs! For instance, oftentimes there will be a large area with lots of old furniture -- large easy chairs, sofas, rolled-up carpets, etc., and nestled around and amongst these will be many old vacuums.
Now, these are not usually machines I can identify -- I mean, not standard models like an Electrolux XXX or Hoover 725 but are strange, odd machines. And here is where there is a similarity to my childhood dreams, in that the machines are usually of odd size, too large or too small, or have unusual attachments or of disproportionate size. I'll see, for example, a model XXX Electrolux but that has a hinging front cover like an AE, and the front cover is turned sideways like the Canadian Z88-89 machines. That is just one example.
(Speaking of the Z88-89, the first time I saw one of those it really stopped me in my tracks! Because it had every making of one of the odd, strange machines in my dream -- it was like a G, but NOT like a G --- odd color, strange XXX-type attachments, Hoover-type telescoping wand, the front cover turned sideways...it was really quite an odd and somewhat unsettling experience for me to see that machine; it was almost as if one of the machines in my dream had materialized in my waking world, and to this day I get that same "vibe" from the Z88 and 89. For that reason, I still feel sort of odd and uncomfortable around those machines. I had a really nice Z88 that I traded to John Young, who has found great fame and fortune with it by winning a prize at one of the Vac Club meetings. I was actually pretty happy to be rid of it as it kinda "scared" me. It really did bother me, because it just "did not make sense" as a machine and seemed to have come from another dimension.)
I find a lot of Electrolux floor polisher attachments in these Dreamland Thrift Shops, but again, they are generally of strange colors and larger than in real life. These are usually stuck inside large, jumbled boxes of hoses, wands, and attachments in dark corners of the store or under a table or something where I have to really look to find them, or see them by accident. Or they might be on a shelf with unrelated stuff -- e.g., mixed in with old toys or books or whatever.
After being in the first store for quite a long while, I then make my way to the other thrift stores that, as I said, are connected by common doorways. My recollections of these stores is not as vivid as the first. They are smaller, more cramped, usually have long rows of clothing -- coats and suits, stuff like that. More "antiquey-boutiquey" kinds of stuff than thrift shop stuff like the first place, and I usually realize as soon as I am in there that there won't be anything. The vacuums always seem to be in the first, largest store.
At some point I always find myself outside again, walking up the street beyond the other side of the theatre. it is dusk, a little cooler, the sun is going down, and I realize I have to get home. I don't ever seem to have bought any vacuums, in fact those are forgotten as I begin to make my way home. I usually have to have to wait --- either for someone who I am expecting to give me a ride home (usually my dad or my brother Noel), or for a succession of buses or trains. Sometimes the wait is long and I get anxious; or several buses will pass by and not stop. I do always get on the right bus, however, or my ride does finally come along, and my last lucid recollection of the dream is that I am headed home.
If other people have dreams like these, I'd love to hear about them!
NEXT -- a new dream I had just last night, which is what prompted me to write about this!
Here's my most recent vacuum cleaner dream.
I was in a very cluttered, kinda funky thrift shop. This was not one I recall being in before in a dream. There was lots of stuff in boxes on the floor under tables and racks of clothing. In one corner I saw a bunch of vacuum cleaner stuff.
There were several tattered boxes with turquoise and white printing on them and they were for 60s-type Eureka canister machines. One was a round pot sort of thing, like the Rotomatic, but it was turquoise. The box had just the machine, but there were at least a half-dozen other, smaller boxes --- one had a hose and some nozzles, another had brushes, etc., then there was some sort of air-powered attachment which I was quite amazed to see as I had never seen one before nor known it existed!
Then there was another box that had another Eureka canister, just the machine, and was one of the later, more "square-ish" canisters where the whole top half of the machine lifted up to get to the bag, and there were attachments stored inside. This machine was also turquoise, with white trim, cord and bumper, and I thought that I should also get it as it matched the color of the Rotomatic type machine.
But the most amazing find was a small carton, about 10" wide and a foot tall and deep, that contained hundreds of 7x10 envelopes containing different things -- instruction leaflets, little spare parts like screws and vials of scented oils, etc. Some of the envelopes were that old glassine paper, like wax paper, so I knew the stuff was old; others were white or brown paper, and there were also a lot of plastic "baggies" containing things. I became very excited about this stuff!
Then I thought I ought to get up and look around above. (I had been scrounging around in a corner of the store, on my hands and knees, pulling these boxes of Eureka stuff out from under a display type of case.) I looked up and was amazed to see an Electrolux polisher sitting on the top of that display! It was turned so it was facing away from me (the snout to attach the wand was pointed in my direction), and I could see that it was pretty beat up, dirty, covered with old caked-on wax etc., but of course I was happy to see it as I am always happy to see on in a thrift shop, for real, or in a dream!
I quickly stood up and then saw that there was another Electrolux polisher next to it, as well as two or three polishers from other machines -- a Filter Queen polisher that was white with red trim, and a couple of others that I did not recognize but was amazed to see.
Then, on the floor next to me I saw what appeared to be a miniature Compact machine made out of styrofoam, or, I guess the top part was white styrofoam and the bottom was turquoise plastic. It was about a foot long and, oh, 5-6" in circumference, a perfectly shaped miniature of the Compact machine from the '50s. I wondered what in the world the thing was, so I knelt down and opened the top of it. I laughed to myself when I saw that it was a shoeshine kit! It contained small circular brushes and an air-powered apparatus to attach to the wand of the machine. I said, "Boy, some Compact nuts are gonna freak when they see this!"
The dream fades at this point, and that's about all I can remember.
|Post# 99418 , Reply# 2   5/29/2010 at 22:20 (3,427 days old) by portable (Corvallis, OR)  || |
Mike Pupek sent me an almost-perfect Hoover Convertible Model 65, I was in heaven. The only thing it needed was a bumper. We figured that the prior owner had run it into a piece of furniture, ripped the bumper, and taken it into the local vacuum store and traded it in for something else.
The night I got the Convertible in the mail from Mike, I went to bed and had a dream that I was in one of the local thrift stores and found a beat-up Convertible. It had a perfect bumper that I could use on the perfect Convertible. The dream seemed so vivid and real.
The next morning, I went to the thrift store that had been in my dreams. I almost wet myself when I rounded a corner in the store and saw....a beat-up pink Model 65, with the perfect bumper. It was WEEKS before I came down from my cloud in the sky.
Dreams sometimes ARE the predictors of the future (and sometimes....not). I think it's what Dave Kerr refers to as Twingle...........
|Post# 99427 , Reply# 3   5/29/2010 at 22:39 (3,427 days old) by electrolux~137 ()  || |
I would call "twingle" that feeling when you walk into a thrift store and are hit with the certainty that something is there to be found -- the stronger the "twingle," the more unbelievable the find. When I used to scour thrift shops on a regular basis, I hardly ever had a "false twingle."
With thrift shops disappearing at an alarming rate -- and with the ones that are still around hardly ever having vacuum cleaners anymore -- it's been a long time since I had a good "twingle."
|Post# 99429 , Reply# 4   5/29/2010 at 22:50 (3,427 days old) by briankirbyclass (Eudora Kansas)  || |
WOW,,that is awsome!,,you guys have good memories!,,my vacuum dreams arent that vivid,,but one particular dream i can remember, because its been so re-occuring over the years. Not so much anymore, but still once in a great while.
The real life was, Some neighbors we had once had a Beam Central Vac in their house,,and as a kid i was COMPLETLY facinated by it.
This was about the same time as when the Jetson Cartoons were a bid deal to me,,(late 60s, early 70s ),,so to me, Central Vac was like something the Jetsons would have. And just the COOLEST thing ever devised!
This particual house was HUGE,(compaired to ours),,game room, pool table, bar, formal dining room,,3 baths, ect. and the lady of the house ran a Beauty Shop out of the finished basement, so their Central Vac unit was a BIG one,,and if they were using it, and their garage door was open,,,you could hear the WHINE of the motor clearly,,,and this house was nearly a half a block away!
This Central Vac had a long brownish hose, with a Preco Powerhead,,and that too was extremely cool to me. As were the inlet ports,,the round door kind. They had many through out the entire house,,at least 8 or more. The inlets were brass.
I used to have fun trying to find all the inlets. A few were not in the walls, but in the FLOORS. I remember they had one inlet in the dinning room floor.
Also there were a full set of attachments, the same as that would have come with a deluxe Eureka canned ham model of the same era,(early 1970s),,the extra wide floor brush, the regular carpet tool with the flip up/down brush, and all the usual attachments. All the attachments and wands, with the elbow, were in a cardboard carrying case. They kept the hose and attachments in a downstairs work room/storage closet, that the Dad used as his workshop.
The dream is always of me using that Central Vac,,and/or living in this house.
Luckily, i DID get to actually use it a few times in real life.
I guess the reason its in my dreams so much (not as often as it used to be tho)is because the people who lived there had ALOT more money and ALOT bigger house than we did,,so, i guess i was impressed by that.
Their Central Vac sure made our dumb old Hoover Connie look like a piece of CRAP!! (to me at the time anyway) haha
Now i wish i still had that old Connie!
(Side Note); A couple of years ago when i was in the area, i drove thru that neighborhood and past that house to see if the garage doors were up,,YEP, sure enough!,,and that old Beam Central Vac was STILL there!
|Post# 99445 , Reply# 5   5/30/2010 at 03:18 (3,426 days old) by beerad (Beautiful Vancouver BC)  || |
As a child, I used to have scary dreams of a Filter Queen chasing me around the house, and the cord would never pull out of the wall. For some reason it really scared me, so I would see a FQ at my aunt's house and so want to play with it, but at the same time I remembered my scary dream , so I just stayed clear of the vac.. anyone eles have scary vacuum dreams?
|Post# 99447 , Reply# 6   5/30/2010 at 06:14 (3,426 days old) by tolivac (Greenville,NC)  || |
A freind of mine had a scary dream of my vacuums chasing and attacking me.He even called me to ask if I was OK.I showed him the vacuum cleaners are unplugged!
I have dreams of Kirbys,Royals.Hard to detail about them.
|Post# 99452 , Reply# 7   5/30/2010 at 07:31 (3,426 days old) by kirbyduh (Louisville, Kentucky)  || |
I have these dreams all the time! In one exciting dream, I go to where my grandma grew up. There is a tag sale(even tho no one has died)and my great grandparents are there, even though they died long ago. I go to the bedroom and vacuums are everywhere. The bedroom, however, looks like my mom and dads. In front of the dresser is a HOOVER 64 Citation, and matching constellation. An elusive HOOVER model O sits beside the wardrobe. At least 5 electrolux thrift models and xx's are scattered around the room. Somebody comes in and wants to buy some machines, and I try to keep them from it.
|Post# 99458 , Reply# 8   5/30/2010 at 08:58 (3,426 days old) by aeoliandave (Stratford Ontario Canada)  || |
The Twingle comes to those that are Pure of Heart and Stalwart.
or something like that. Can't explain the Twingle - it just is what it is and when you feel it radiate through your body from tip to toe you know there's something of interest calling out to you. I have had more than my fair share of Twingle Incidents over the years, too numerous to list but I've posted about a few here with over-the-top trembling joy.
It is true that good Thrift Store treasures are becoming the exception rather than the rule, as it was 20 years ago. That is the nature of time and people passing through. And yet as we see and hear here in the Forums there are still plenty of surprises to be found if you're in the right place at the right time. The 'Pure of Heart and Stalwart' part is another way of saying 'be relaxed and receptive to the call'. Don't beat yerself up when something slips away from you - The Twingle has something much better on hold for you. I always head out with a positive outlook, whether thrifting on purpose or just going about the day from here to there. Naturally, The Twingle appreciates a little assistance now & then and so I look up Thrift and Vacuum Stores in the online yellow pages and put the addresses in the GPS, when traveling to a new area.
This weekend was the Stratford City Wide Treasure Hunt aka free stuff on the curbs. as recently as three years ago you could come home with a car stuffed to the windowsills and go out for more.
I am sad but not surprised that after scouring the street grid Friday night, and Saturday as I drove about there was not one single item of interest to be found. Literally nothing but busted barbecues, faded resin patio 'Outdoor Room' wares, stained overstuffed 90s furniture and sagging vinylwood-veneered chip board 'media entertainment centres' and tasteless computer desks. Not one vacuum.
I'd put out a half dozen newer working toasters and they were all gone when I got home. I was going to put out a few plastic vacs and two Filter Queens with hoses and tools but because of the Cord Cutting Monsters that troll the streets at events like this, decided against it. I guess small appliance cords are too short to hold the same appeal.
May the Twingle be ever with you and guide you.
Just did another run out for coffee and boat snacks and found this! Dragged it home and used it to vacuum out the car and then...then...
I vacuumed the garage floor of sand, leaves, rocks - ok, pebbles - and fine fine dirt. Bissell Easy Vac bagless.
It did a beautiful job of grooming the asphalt. :-)
patrick has arrived so it's off to the lake...
|Post# 99517 , Reply# 9   5/30/2010 at 20:35 (3,426 days old) by aeoliandave (Stratford Ontario Canada)  || |