Early dream and i'm back in the same motel room as last night. Now i realized that the little girl has been drugged with grape flavored liquid benedryl. I can smell purple grape smell. The child is very sleepy and confused about what's happening and just wants to lay down and sleep.
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I'm attending some sort of event in a concert hall. It’s psychedelic images projected on a screen (like old Avalon Ballroom or Fillmore concerts) with live dance on stage. I’m sitting towards the right side of the theatre not too far back from the stage. The projector is being hand held by the man sitting to my right. He looks like Dustin Hoffman as he appeared in Papillon. The light from the projector is very bright and i have to remember to keep my eyes on the stage because if i look to my right, i’m blinded by white light. The theatre is old. It reminds me of how the Rialto was back in the early 80’s (before the original padded steel chairs were replaced with the nasty rocking type chairs it has now) but not as sloped so when the burly frat boys that are sitting to the front and center of my position make shadow figures on the screen all i can see are their big white arms waving around. They don’t do it too much so i don’t even have time to get annoyed with them. The dancers are children. One boy, very talented and graceful, is dancing with a little girl. They look like miniature ballroom dancers and i find myself entranced by the performance. At the end of the dance, the boy makes a kind of leap that Nijinsky was famous for – grace defying gravity. As he leaves the stage i meet him off to the side and tell him how much i enjoyed his dancing. I tell him that years ago i saw Baryshnikov dance on that very same stage (so apparently we’re at Memorial Auditorium because that’s where i saw Baryshnikov) and i was just as thrilled at this performance as i was at the other.
I leave the theatre with two men (a couple, but not Scott and Mike). It’s pouring rain outside and the lights from the theatre reflect off the pavement and it’s very pretty. As we pass by some people sitting on the curb under umbrellas i grab one of the umbrellas and say “thank you!” as i continue walking to where my car is. It’s a HUGE umbrella and i put it over me and the couple i’m walking with. The one man looks back at me and smiles. His teeth are abnormally white. Almost blue white against his brown skin, but he’s very handsome. (I think it’s Tyler’s boyfriend from New Zealand.)
We get to the parking lot where our cars are parked. They get in a red ?Jaguar convertible hard-top. I turn to where my car is parked and i’m appalled to see that i’ve left the front windows half-way down and i’m worried that my car will be soaked from the rain. As i walk closer i see that my car has been ravaged. There are three large black men in it tearing apart the interior. The car is sitting on the axles because the wheels have been stolen and it’s smoldering because it had been on fire. I run over to my car and ask the men what they think they’re doing with my car and they tell me they’re preparing to tow it away. I’m very angry that somebody broke into my car (even if the windows were down) and wrecked it. I’m especially pissed because the tires weren’t but a few weeks old. As the men continue breaking the car down into pieces i dial 9-1-1 to get a policemen to come and take a report. At first my cell phone won’t get any signal. I move closer to the road and finally get through but only can get a busy signal. I’m very frustrated and decide to just leave and deal with it later but when i go to see if the men i’d been with would give me a ride, they’d already left. I was annoyed that they’d leave me because they’d obviously seen what had happened to my car and they left me stranded anyways. I think “selfish pigs” to myself. I note that the little shopping center where my car was parked has a Lebanese (maybe Greek) restaurant. I need to remember it so i can get back to it again.
I begin walking down the street to go back to the theatre but realize i’ve gone in the opposite direction to where i need to be. I turn around to begin walking back the way i’d come and realize i’m a seedy neighborhood full of ugly light brown brick public housing apartments. The apartments are on only one side of the street. On the other side is just open empty lots covered with weeds and bits of trash. I see a street sign and it says Chavis Heights. Now i’m afraid because i’m alone in a dangerous neighborhood. I look down the street and there’s nobody outside. I look at the apartments and the windows are just dark and emotionless like empty shark eyes. I decide that i made it IN to the neighborhood without any problem so maybe i’d get back out okay too. As i walk back the way i’d come, i avoid stepping on broken beer bottles. The bottles are brown glass. Further up the street in front of me i see a small group of black children. There are five of them, a mix of boys and girls. The youngest looks to be about seven and the oldest is maybe twelve. I’m a little nervous but as i get closer one of the middle boys (maybe nine or ten years old, wearing a red striped shirt and a ball cap) walks back to where i am and walks with me. He brings me to his house (apartment) and tells me i can use his phone. The inside of the place is very neat and clean and i feel safe there. I’m thinking i’ll call the police to tell them about my car and then go back to the little shopping center to meet an officer and make a report. I leave the apartment and continue walking up the street and realize that i’m completely lost and have no idea where i am or which way i should go.
Saved again by Strawberry Fields.
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