I think i’m in my current house but the hall bathroom is being remodeled (or else it’s just flipped mirror image from what it is now, not sure). I’m looking inside my mouth the big mirror and using a hand-held mirror to see the back teeth. The light is really good and i can easily see that the two molars on the bottom (one on each side) each have a black spot in the center and i realize that that enamel is worn through. As i’m looking i realize those teeth are just sitting in place and i can pull them out. I feel a sense of concern/panic and put them back in. I realize if i just keep my mouth closed normally they teeth will stay in place and decide i’ll make an appointment and see what the dentist recommends i do.
Don’t remember the lead in part of the dream but it ends with i’m in that rustic store in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. There’s a man and woman (husband and wife i think) also shopping. They’re fat and the aisles are narrow and they keep blocking me. I leave the store and they do too. There’s a step van parked up the street a little ways and the woman has already crossed the street to the other sidewalk. The man follows her without even checking the street for traffic. A taxi that is coming nearly hits him but he gets to the sidewalk just in time. The taxi swerves out of control and side-swipes the step van which falls over on top of the taxi. I cover my eyes because i don’t want to see the blood but know that i have to see if there’s anything i can do to help the cab driver even though i’m positive the driver must be crushed. [Saved by Strawberry Fields]
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
Camera Eye
We are on a road trip [can’t remember who is with me (Sharon, i think) or where we’re going] and we’ve been driving a really long way. Sharon tells me that my gas-light is on and i’d better stop somewhere. Apparently the light has been on a long time because it’s flashing and there’s a computer voice saying something about the gas being critically low and to stop and fill the tank immediately. I realize that the music we’ve been listening to drowned out the sound of the light coming on and feel a bit panicky. There happens to be a truck stop right ahead of us and i pull in, barely making it to the pump before the call stalls out. I get out to swipe my credit card to fill up the gas tank and see that it’s an old style pump and there’s no “pay at the pump” possible. I go back into my purse inside the car and get some cash out of my wallet and head to the store, assuming i would have to pay first. As i walk towards the store i check the bills in my hand to see how much money i have. I have some ones, a five and two twenty dollar bills and assume that should be plenty. I go into the store. It’s not well lit and kind of empty. There’s an old man sitting behind the desk/cash register in the far corner of the room so i approach, cash in hand, to tell him that i want to fill up my tank. He stands up and comes around to the outside of the desk and asks me to perform a ‘walk’ like models do on the catwalk. I try to do as he asks because even though he’s kind of odd, he’s not threatening or scary at all. I do a terrible job at the ‘walk’ and can tell he’s disappointed but it’s the best i can do. I leave and fill up my tank. I’m surprised how fast the pump works and have to be careful not to overfill the tank. When it gets nearly full, a thick foamy black substance is being forced out of the tank. It’s the gunk from the bottom of the tank and i’m concerned that by stirring up all that ick my car may not run well. [Scene shift]. Scott and i are in a house. I’m standing in a living room. The gas-station man and his wife (it’s their house) are dressed up to go out. The man is cleaned up and in a suit; his wife is bleach blond the same age as the man. She isn’t dressed up very fancy but she looks nice and i admire her outfit. She smiles and says something about her ?pants. She seems nice. I like her. They leave the house through the front door.
Now it’s me, Scott, and three other guys about Scott’s age in the room. The room is kind of bare – just a couple of upholstered chairs, a matching upholstered couch, an old television set, wood floor in need of polishing, no carpet. I’m sitting on the floor, wearing summer clothes and ?putting polish on my toes. The guys are talking about the gas-station man and about his ‘catwalk’ request. [second level of dreaming now] We’re reliving a memory of the gas-station man and seeing through his eyes. He’s sitting at his desk in the dimly-lit gas station gazing at a picture. It’s a picture of his wife when she was young. She was very beautiful and sexy. In the picture she’s got a dress with a plunging neckline that shows off her cleavage and her hands are palm up with her fingers gently curved inward like a “come here” gesture. The picture begins to move (i guess it’s how the man remembers the time when the picture was taken) and the woman is doing a beautiful “model walk” and is very sexy. She walks up and back, swishing her luscious body. When she gets to the point furthest from the man, she turns and walks back towards him. As she is almost face to face with him she stops and does the “come here” gesture and the scene freezes again into the photograph. The man is helplessly in love/lust with the remembered image and wants to recreate the moment. [back to the room with Scott and the others] Now i understand that the gas-station man wanted me to do the model-walk because he’s looking for another woman who can affect him like his wife did. I mention i’m getting cold and get up to change into something that covers more skin when one of the boys in one of the upholstered chairs reaches up on the wall to the thermostat and turns on the heat. I tell him not to do that, to put it back where it was because the gas-station man will notice the room is warm when he gets home and it’s a waste because before you turn up the heat you should put on more clothes. He turns it back down and i go into a bedroom that’s off the room we’ve been sitting in. My suitcase is under the bed and i pull it out to see what i can change to. There’s not much in the suitcase but there’s one pair of jeans and some skirts and stockings. I’m concerned that i don’t have enough clothes and i don’t have the right kind of clothes. [dream shift] I go back to the living room and Debbie is there. It’s her apartment in Pacifica. She’s showing me her new television set that she got to replace her old ‘cabinet model’ one she had. [dream shift] Outside of the gas-station man’s house i see a neighbor man (who looks a lot like the gas station man) looking out the window of his house across the street. His dog, a golden retriever is running around in his front yard looking at petunias growing in the flower beds on either side of the driveway. [scene shift looking through the eyes of the neighbor man] I see flowers from the perspective of the dog running around in the front yard AND i see the house across the street and the woman looking out the window at me from my own perspective. [scene shift back to my own perspective] I can tell there’s something weird about the dogs eye and realize it’s not real. It’s a camera eye and i realize the dog owner can see everything that the dog picks up with the camera. The man’s brain acts as an auxiliary hard-drive and can store still images if he “clicks” on an image the dog is seeing. Me’n Scott and the others are in the living room of the gas-station man’s house when i see the neighbor man and dog looking in the front window. I don’t want him to take pictures of us and move to duck. I realize the dog’s vision is blocked by the back of the couch and think that we’ll be okay but the man sticks his head up so HE can see us and i realize he’s taking a picture just by seeing us and realize the dog just has to be there acting as the camera but either set of eyes (dogs or mans) can select the ‘picture’. [wake up]
Now it’s me, Scott, and three other guys about Scott’s age in the room. The room is kind of bare – just a couple of upholstered chairs, a matching upholstered couch, an old television set, wood floor in need of polishing, no carpet. I’m sitting on the floor, wearing summer clothes and ?putting polish on my toes. The guys are talking about the gas-station man and about his ‘catwalk’ request. [second level of dreaming now] We’re reliving a memory of the gas-station man and seeing through his eyes. He’s sitting at his desk in the dimly-lit gas station gazing at a picture. It’s a picture of his wife when she was young. She was very beautiful and sexy. In the picture she’s got a dress with a plunging neckline that shows off her cleavage and her hands are palm up with her fingers gently curved inward like a “come here” gesture. The picture begins to move (i guess it’s how the man remembers the time when the picture was taken) and the woman is doing a beautiful “model walk” and is very sexy. She walks up and back, swishing her luscious body. When she gets to the point furthest from the man, she turns and walks back towards him. As she is almost face to face with him she stops and does the “come here” gesture and the scene freezes again into the photograph. The man is helplessly in love/lust with the remembered image and wants to recreate the moment. [back to the room with Scott and the others] Now i understand that the gas-station man wanted me to do the model-walk because he’s looking for another woman who can affect him like his wife did. I mention i’m getting cold and get up to change into something that covers more skin when one of the boys in one of the upholstered chairs reaches up on the wall to the thermostat and turns on the heat. I tell him not to do that, to put it back where it was because the gas-station man will notice the room is warm when he gets home and it’s a waste because before you turn up the heat you should put on more clothes. He turns it back down and i go into a bedroom that’s off the room we’ve been sitting in. My suitcase is under the bed and i pull it out to see what i can change to. There’s not much in the suitcase but there’s one pair of jeans and some skirts and stockings. I’m concerned that i don’t have enough clothes and i don’t have the right kind of clothes. [dream shift] I go back to the living room and Debbie is there. It’s her apartment in Pacifica. She’s showing me her new television set that she got to replace her old ‘cabinet model’ one she had. [dream shift] Outside of the gas-station man’s house i see a neighbor man (who looks a lot like the gas station man) looking out the window of his house across the street. His dog, a golden retriever is running around in his front yard looking at petunias growing in the flower beds on either side of the driveway. [scene shift looking through the eyes of the neighbor man] I see flowers from the perspective of the dog running around in the front yard AND i see the house across the street and the woman looking out the window at me from my own perspective. [scene shift back to my own perspective] I can tell there’s something weird about the dogs eye and realize it’s not real. It’s a camera eye and i realize the dog owner can see everything that the dog picks up with the camera. The man’s brain acts as an auxiliary hard-drive and can store still images if he “clicks” on an image the dog is seeing. Me’n Scott and the others are in the living room of the gas-station man’s house when i see the neighbor man and dog looking in the front window. I don’t want him to take pictures of us and move to duck. I realize the dog’s vision is blocked by the back of the couch and think that we’ll be okay but the man sticks his head up so HE can see us and i realize he’s taking a picture just by seeing us and realize the dog just has to be there acting as the camera but either set of eyes (dogs or mans) can select the ‘picture’. [wake up]
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Dogma?
Ugh. Where to begin? I’ll start with as far back as i can remember, work forward and back fill as it comes back to me.
I’m at a re-opening of the first Star Wars movie. The movie must be ready to start because there are only a couple of people in line to buy tickets. I go up to the ticket counter and ask the boy behind the counter if it’s the first of the original movies or the first of the second group. He assures me it’s the ORIGINAL original. I ask him if it’s been re-mastered or cleaned up in any way because this movie was already re-released just before the second group of ‘prequel’ episodes. He says it’s the same, not changed. I tell him i still think it’s the best one and debate on whether or not to buy a ticket just to see the dual suns setting over Tattoine. As i’m thinking about it, a man and woman come out of the theatre. I’m not sure if they’re ‘together’ or not but the man (a real rough looking character) offers the woman a ride. His car is a real beater. An 80’s model rust colored Chevy of some kind. The ticket boy and i have watched this whole odd sequence unfold. The woman politely tells the man she doesn’t need a ride. He’s eating a piece of chicken breast. It still has the skin on it and he turns it over so the skin side is up (and you can’t tell it’s been eaten from) and hands it to her. She accepts it and turns it over to see the bone and most of the meat has been eaten from it. She sets it down on the ticket counter and walks away.
Now i’m in the beater car with the man. We’re driving on a dusty country road. We come into a little village. We’re walking now along a tree-lined paved road. The houses along the road are very quaint – the kind of houses i love. Little cottages with odd architecture. One we pass has obviously just been re-done. It’s got glass balls and cypress knees incorporated into the front and some other stuff like tin or brass stars and other symbols. I LOVE this house and i’m blabbing to the guy about it when i see the house next to it (literally – not a foot away from it) hasn’t been restored yet and is still in the original state and there’s a lady standing on the porch smiling at me. I shut up and we keep walking. There are side streets off of the road we’re on and i can see more cute houses up those roads. One house has white columns on either side of the door. The columns are beautiful but the house itself is run down and hillbilly looking. We come to a rest spot. It’s a rustic cabin-like place. It’s apparently an Inn or tea room. We stop in and there’s my cat! (Not sure which cat – it’s a red cat but with long hair. I’ve never had a cat like that). He’s gigantic and i’m so happy to see him but worried that he’s sick. I pet him and wonder what i should do and the dream shifts….
I’m at work (but it’s not my real-life job or place of business). I’m sorting papers, ?mail maybe, and putting it in the appropriate cubby hole. There are other people around me doing their jobs. It seems like they’re in small cubicles ? sewing. A woman approaches me. I think it’s the facilities manager person from my real life. She’s a manly kind of woman. The cartoon XKCD is up on a computer monitor and i tell her to read it because it’s funny and clever. The cartoon for this day is a one panel one. I show her that if you mouse over the cartoon you can read the artists comment. I tell her that the one panel ones are usually pretty simple to understand but sometimes he (the artist) has multiple panel cartoons that are quite complicated but still funny if you can understand them, because he’s a math genius. She tells me she has another job for me and walks away. She asks me about the Jupiter project. I don’t know anything about it but i can tell by the name it must be some new company objective. I tell her i don’t know about it. She immediately becomes quiet and walks away. I follow. As we’re walking into a back room one of the other workers who’s seen what happened tells me that she can tell that the woman is very angry i don’t know about Jupiter. I’m not worried though because i don’t really care about being promoted. We walk through some double swinging doors. Each door has a little window in it – like the kind of doors that go into an industrial kitchen, or like in hospitals to separate corridors. We’re in a ?manufacturing area and she brings me to a machine with conveyors. There’s another machine just like it to the left and it’s doing something like boxing cereal. That’s what our business is and what i expect to see. The other machine has meat on it and the meat is being sent through a grinder then reassembled. The final step is to encase the meat in what looks like cellophane. There’s a black woman making the final product as i watch. The boss woman says something [can’t remember exactly] about this step. The cellophane is skin. Once the skin is tightly adhered to the meat, the ‘thing’ is a pig and it’s alive but dead. I’m horrified. I can see now that all of the pigs that are being fed into the machine are in some sort of living state, ground up then reassembled into a zombie-like state. It’s grotesque and i say loudly “I quit” and turn to leave. Leaving, i see a whole room full of animals that are being bled. My cat from the last dream is here and i need to get him out. One small very cute dog (a Parson Russell terrier?) is obviously dying from the blood loss but is walking around and getting in the way. The way the animals are bled is little cuts are made behind their knees and elbows so the blood loss is steady but slow. Before they’re completely dead they’re put on the machine and ground up alive and put back into skins. They’re never really dead all the way, but once the process is complete they’re not really alive because their brains are destroyed.
I’m completely shocked and disgusted at the whole process and want nothing to do with any of it. As i’m grieving for the little confused dog i see another woman, the co-boss maybe, busily preparing other animals by cutting them. I can see cuts on the back of her legs behind her knees and realize she must’ve done something wrong and was punished by being made ‘compliant’ via the meat grinder, skin encaser machine. Horror. I have to get out of this place. I go through some doors and i’m in a large atrium style lobby. There’s an information desk and i approach the girls sitting there. I tell one of them to get a camera quickly and come back, which she does. We go back to where the machines are and i act like nothing has happened but gesture for the girl with the camera to crawl up some steel shelves next to the machine and film what’s going on. She does.
Scene Shift. I’m in a large beautiful rolling meadow of green grass. There are pennants and tents like a fair. It’s a kingdom and knights are jousting. There are beautiful girls in tall pointed hats like in fairy tales. One of the girls is Billie. She’s the princess and the co-boss lady is under orders from the boss lady to bleed her and put her in the machine and used as a spy within the kingdom. Billie already has the cuts but the blood loss doesn’t seem to be affecting her yet. [that’s all i remember]
Even just remembering those poor pigs as the get off the machine and walk away makes me feel sick in my stomach. I think this dream has to do with all the 'tea-bagger' people and their poisonous vitriol they're spewing. Like they're not even real living thinking individuals but people under some kind of awful spell, controlled by ?big business or whatever the man-like woman 'boss' represents. It physically makes me feel sick when i'm awake and it's spilled over into my dreams.
I’m at a re-opening of the first Star Wars movie. The movie must be ready to start because there are only a couple of people in line to buy tickets. I go up to the ticket counter and ask the boy behind the counter if it’s the first of the original movies or the first of the second group. He assures me it’s the ORIGINAL original. I ask him if it’s been re-mastered or cleaned up in any way because this movie was already re-released just before the second group of ‘prequel’ episodes. He says it’s the same, not changed. I tell him i still think it’s the best one and debate on whether or not to buy a ticket just to see the dual suns setting over Tattoine. As i’m thinking about it, a man and woman come out of the theatre. I’m not sure if they’re ‘together’ or not but the man (a real rough looking character) offers the woman a ride. His car is a real beater. An 80’s model rust colored Chevy of some kind. The ticket boy and i have watched this whole odd sequence unfold. The woman politely tells the man she doesn’t need a ride. He’s eating a piece of chicken breast. It still has the skin on it and he turns it over so the skin side is up (and you can’t tell it’s been eaten from) and hands it to her. She accepts it and turns it over to see the bone and most of the meat has been eaten from it. She sets it down on the ticket counter and walks away.
Now i’m in the beater car with the man. We’re driving on a dusty country road. We come into a little village. We’re walking now along a tree-lined paved road. The houses along the road are very quaint – the kind of houses i love. Little cottages with odd architecture. One we pass has obviously just been re-done. It’s got glass balls and cypress knees incorporated into the front and some other stuff like tin or brass stars and other symbols. I LOVE this house and i’m blabbing to the guy about it when i see the house next to it (literally – not a foot away from it) hasn’t been restored yet and is still in the original state and there’s a lady standing on the porch smiling at me. I shut up and we keep walking. There are side streets off of the road we’re on and i can see more cute houses up those roads. One house has white columns on either side of the door. The columns are beautiful but the house itself is run down and hillbilly looking. We come to a rest spot. It’s a rustic cabin-like place. It’s apparently an Inn or tea room. We stop in and there’s my cat! (Not sure which cat – it’s a red cat but with long hair. I’ve never had a cat like that). He’s gigantic and i’m so happy to see him but worried that he’s sick. I pet him and wonder what i should do and the dream shifts….
I’m at work (but it’s not my real-life job or place of business). I’m sorting papers, ?mail maybe, and putting it in the appropriate cubby hole. There are other people around me doing their jobs. It seems like they’re in small cubicles ? sewing. A woman approaches me. I think it’s the facilities manager person from my real life. She’s a manly kind of woman. The cartoon XKCD is up on a computer monitor and i tell her to read it because it’s funny and clever. The cartoon for this day is a one panel one. I show her that if you mouse over the cartoon you can read the artists comment. I tell her that the one panel ones are usually pretty simple to understand but sometimes he (the artist) has multiple panel cartoons that are quite complicated but still funny if you can understand them, because he’s a math genius. She tells me she has another job for me and walks away. She asks me about the Jupiter project. I don’t know anything about it but i can tell by the name it must be some new company objective. I tell her i don’t know about it. She immediately becomes quiet and walks away. I follow. As we’re walking into a back room one of the other workers who’s seen what happened tells me that she can tell that the woman is very angry i don’t know about Jupiter. I’m not worried though because i don’t really care about being promoted. We walk through some double swinging doors. Each door has a little window in it – like the kind of doors that go into an industrial kitchen, or like in hospitals to separate corridors. We’re in a ?manufacturing area and she brings me to a machine with conveyors. There’s another machine just like it to the left and it’s doing something like boxing cereal. That’s what our business is and what i expect to see. The other machine has meat on it and the meat is being sent through a grinder then reassembled. The final step is to encase the meat in what looks like cellophane. There’s a black woman making the final product as i watch. The boss woman says something [can’t remember exactly] about this step. The cellophane is skin. Once the skin is tightly adhered to the meat, the ‘thing’ is a pig and it’s alive but dead. I’m horrified. I can see now that all of the pigs that are being fed into the machine are in some sort of living state, ground up then reassembled into a zombie-like state. It’s grotesque and i say loudly “I quit” and turn to leave. Leaving, i see a whole room full of animals that are being bled. My cat from the last dream is here and i need to get him out. One small very cute dog (a Parson Russell terrier?) is obviously dying from the blood loss but is walking around and getting in the way. The way the animals are bled is little cuts are made behind their knees and elbows so the blood loss is steady but slow. Before they’re completely dead they’re put on the machine and ground up alive and put back into skins. They’re never really dead all the way, but once the process is complete they’re not really alive because their brains are destroyed.
I’m completely shocked and disgusted at the whole process and want nothing to do with any of it. As i’m grieving for the little confused dog i see another woman, the co-boss maybe, busily preparing other animals by cutting them. I can see cuts on the back of her legs behind her knees and realize she must’ve done something wrong and was punished by being made ‘compliant’ via the meat grinder, skin encaser machine. Horror. I have to get out of this place. I go through some doors and i’m in a large atrium style lobby. There’s an information desk and i approach the girls sitting there. I tell one of them to get a camera quickly and come back, which she does. We go back to where the machines are and i act like nothing has happened but gesture for the girl with the camera to crawl up some steel shelves next to the machine and film what’s going on. She does.
Scene Shift. I’m in a large beautiful rolling meadow of green grass. There are pennants and tents like a fair. It’s a kingdom and knights are jousting. There are beautiful girls in tall pointed hats like in fairy tales. One of the girls is Billie. She’s the princess and the co-boss lady is under orders from the boss lady to bleed her and put her in the machine and used as a spy within the kingdom. Billie already has the cuts but the blood loss doesn’t seem to be affecting her yet. [that’s all i remember]
Even just remembering those poor pigs as the get off the machine and walk away makes me feel sick in my stomach. I think this dream has to do with all the 'tea-bagger' people and their poisonous vitriol they're spewing. Like they're not even real living thinking individuals but people under some kind of awful spell, controlled by ?big business or whatever the man-like woman 'boss' represents. It physically makes me feel sick when i'm awake and it's spilled over into my dreams.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Scott's mom, William Shatner, and bubbles
Early night dream: I’m having tea with Scott’s mom. She’s is talking, very animated and happy. She looks young like in some of the pictures Scott’s shown me. Very pretty.
The big dream begins at my Manassas house. Mom and dad are in a camping trailer parked outside the carport. I go outside (but this is my current house isn’t it?) and walk across gravel barefooted to get to the trailer. Inside it’s my Manassas house i’m pretty sure. I want a cup of coffee and i’m getting annoyed looking through the big piles of dishes on the counter trying to find a coffee cup that i can take with me back to the house. All of the coffee cups i find are ones that belong in the trailer and i don’t want to have to bring it back. If i can find one that’s been carried from the house to the trailer i can use it and bring it back into the house where it belongs. Just about the time i find one in the pile mom begins telling me about a place where they help you overcome bad habits like drinking and smoking. After a person is cured they only drink water. I tell her i only like to drink sometimes and it’s not a “problem” but she insists i check it out.
Now i’m in a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood that hasn’t been built yet. The lots are cleared and foundations set but other than that, it’s empty. There’s a big drive-in movie screen sort of to the right as you enter the cul-de-sac and a large 18-wheeler parked in the middle of the circle. William Shatner is standing in front of the truck (it’s got a mural on the side – circus theme?) and talking to a small group of people. I join them and he’s telling them about the movie we are about to see. It’s a preliminary step prior to actual treatment and necessary because it prepares your brain for new ways of thinking.
The movie begins and from the very beginning i get the feeling that i’ve seen it before. The more it plays the more sure i am. The main character is a man in clown-colored clothes with a very large nose. He is walking through a subdivision attempting to interact with the people there but nothing happens. I know that i saw this movie when i was just a little kid and tell William Shatner. He seems surprised that i would’ve seen it so young but tell me to head over to the “camp” so we can get started.
The camp is exactly that. It’s a wooded place with paved sidewalks, like in some of the State Parks my family used to go camping in. First we go into the building that looks like a ranger station. A woman hands to me and to each of the other people in my group a manual. The manual contains maps of the camp and the tests we’ll be faced with. My first task is to find a book in a section of the ranger station (which is actually a mall) called Collections something, or Collectors something. I forget the second word. All the individual stores are tucked away in cubicles (very much like the dream i had a few days ago at the art show with the old Greek ladies). The first place i check has books and the name is partly right, but it’s not the right place so i move on to another section. It’s a gift shop and not the right place either. I tell the group we need to move to another part of the mall completely but they’re looking at the knickknacks in the gift shop so i leave them and walk down through the main aisle of the mall. I come to a wall that has different types of bubbles hanging on metal ‘arms’ that fix into the wall. Like you see in a workshop with tools hanging on it. There are two other girls also looking at the bubbles. The first one i take down is a pink bottle of bubble soap and it comes with a plastic bag with a white plastic tube. It looks kind of like a hot water bottle. According to the instructions you pour the bubbles through the tube into the bag and it makes very fine bubbles. After the bag is full you squeeze the bubbles back out of the tube and they fly around, little teeny weeny bubbles. The other girls and i agree it doesn’t sound very fun so i put it back on the rack. The metal rod keeps coming out but i finally get it all back on the wall right. While i’m doing that, one of the girls has taken down a hot pink bottle that looks like regular bubbles but when she pulls out the wand we can see by its shape it will make an interesting bubble. She blows the bubble and it’s a teddy bear shaped bubble. We all admire the detail of the bubble. I take down another bottle just like the one she has only my bottle is yellow. I pull out the wand and blow the bubble to see what it might be. It’s a monkey. I really like those animal bubbles but think they won’t fly very far or very well and i put the bottle back to look for just “traditional” round bubbles. I find the giant bubble maker that looks like a plastic frying pan, and some special bubble makers. Finally i find the regular bubbles but by then decide i don’t need bubbles and need to keep looking for the book. I return to the first book place i’d been in to try and ask somebody who works there where i would find Collections something. The people at the counter refuse to talk to me but i find one guy putting books on the shelves and ask him. He tries to ignore me and avoid answering me at first but i keep asking and he finally looks at me and points in a direction back up the mall past where the bubbles are.
Now i’m on the test course with William Shatner and he’s explaining to me and my team (there are the two bubble girls and a guy i remember from the movie cul-de-sac) about the course and our objective. The paved sidewalk goes steeply down hill with a sharp turn at the bottom. We begin walking down the path looking for the traps. We find the first one. It looks like a WWII mine but smaller than my fist. It’s bright and shiny brass and i’d like to keep it for a souvenir but we have to make it explode to continue through the test. We make it explode under a flower pot and it’s about the same kind of explosion as an M-80. At the bottom of the hill and around the curve we see a whole bunch of the bombs. The girls and guy and i split up so we can each blow up as many as we can. I push a wheelbarrow past them to get further up the path and end up in the next section of the test. It’s a lily pond with a narrow path that crosses over the pond made of wooden planks. I leave the wheelbarrow and start over the wooden path. There’s a man standing on a bank to my right and he shouts out for me to look out for the ?? and this odd looking animal is coming after me. It’s a guinea pig shaped lizard. I don’t think it’s dangerous and i think it’s just being friendly but i’m not sure because it’s kind of scary looking. I push it away with a broom but it keeps trying to follow me. Then another creature starts coming towards me so i drop the broom and run out of that section to the next test.
William Shatner is waiting for me and is pointing me in the direction of more curvy downhill path and i get fed up and say i’ve done all i’m going to do. I get in a blue car and i’m driving over the paved paths through the trees, passing other ‘contestants’ because it’s really just a big game. I pass the man from the book store and think about asking if he needs a ride but wake up.
The big dream begins at my Manassas house. Mom and dad are in a camping trailer parked outside the carport. I go outside (but this is my current house isn’t it?) and walk across gravel barefooted to get to the trailer. Inside it’s my Manassas house i’m pretty sure. I want a cup of coffee and i’m getting annoyed looking through the big piles of dishes on the counter trying to find a coffee cup that i can take with me back to the house. All of the coffee cups i find are ones that belong in the trailer and i don’t want to have to bring it back. If i can find one that’s been carried from the house to the trailer i can use it and bring it back into the house where it belongs. Just about the time i find one in the pile mom begins telling me about a place where they help you overcome bad habits like drinking and smoking. After a person is cured they only drink water. I tell her i only like to drink sometimes and it’s not a “problem” but she insists i check it out.
Now i’m in a cul-de-sac in a neighborhood that hasn’t been built yet. The lots are cleared and foundations set but other than that, it’s empty. There’s a big drive-in movie screen sort of to the right as you enter the cul-de-sac and a large 18-wheeler parked in the middle of the circle. William Shatner is standing in front of the truck (it’s got a mural on the side – circus theme?) and talking to a small group of people. I join them and he’s telling them about the movie we are about to see. It’s a preliminary step prior to actual treatment and necessary because it prepares your brain for new ways of thinking.
The movie begins and from the very beginning i get the feeling that i’ve seen it before. The more it plays the more sure i am. The main character is a man in clown-colored clothes with a very large nose. He is walking through a subdivision attempting to interact with the people there but nothing happens. I know that i saw this movie when i was just a little kid and tell William Shatner. He seems surprised that i would’ve seen it so young but tell me to head over to the “camp” so we can get started.
The camp is exactly that. It’s a wooded place with paved sidewalks, like in some of the State Parks my family used to go camping in. First we go into the building that looks like a ranger station. A woman hands to me and to each of the other people in my group a manual. The manual contains maps of the camp and the tests we’ll be faced with. My first task is to find a book in a section of the ranger station (which is actually a mall) called Collections something, or Collectors something. I forget the second word. All the individual stores are tucked away in cubicles (very much like the dream i had a few days ago at the art show with the old Greek ladies). The first place i check has books and the name is partly right, but it’s not the right place so i move on to another section. It’s a gift shop and not the right place either. I tell the group we need to move to another part of the mall completely but they’re looking at the knickknacks in the gift shop so i leave them and walk down through the main aisle of the mall. I come to a wall that has different types of bubbles hanging on metal ‘arms’ that fix into the wall. Like you see in a workshop with tools hanging on it. There are two other girls also looking at the bubbles. The first one i take down is a pink bottle of bubble soap and it comes with a plastic bag with a white plastic tube. It looks kind of like a hot water bottle. According to the instructions you pour the bubbles through the tube into the bag and it makes very fine bubbles. After the bag is full you squeeze the bubbles back out of the tube and they fly around, little teeny weeny bubbles. The other girls and i agree it doesn’t sound very fun so i put it back on the rack. The metal rod keeps coming out but i finally get it all back on the wall right. While i’m doing that, one of the girls has taken down a hot pink bottle that looks like regular bubbles but when she pulls out the wand we can see by its shape it will make an interesting bubble. She blows the bubble and it’s a teddy bear shaped bubble. We all admire the detail of the bubble. I take down another bottle just like the one she has only my bottle is yellow. I pull out the wand and blow the bubble to see what it might be. It’s a monkey. I really like those animal bubbles but think they won’t fly very far or very well and i put the bottle back to look for just “traditional” round bubbles. I find the giant bubble maker that looks like a plastic frying pan, and some special bubble makers. Finally i find the regular bubbles but by then decide i don’t need bubbles and need to keep looking for the book. I return to the first book place i’d been in to try and ask somebody who works there where i would find Collections something. The people at the counter refuse to talk to me but i find one guy putting books on the shelves and ask him. He tries to ignore me and avoid answering me at first but i keep asking and he finally looks at me and points in a direction back up the mall past where the bubbles are.
Now i’m on the test course with William Shatner and he’s explaining to me and my team (there are the two bubble girls and a guy i remember from the movie cul-de-sac) about the course and our objective. The paved sidewalk goes steeply down hill with a sharp turn at the bottom. We begin walking down the path looking for the traps. We find the first one. It looks like a WWII mine but smaller than my fist. It’s bright and shiny brass and i’d like to keep it for a souvenir but we have to make it explode to continue through the test. We make it explode under a flower pot and it’s about the same kind of explosion as an M-80. At the bottom of the hill and around the curve we see a whole bunch of the bombs. The girls and guy and i split up so we can each blow up as many as we can. I push a wheelbarrow past them to get further up the path and end up in the next section of the test. It’s a lily pond with a narrow path that crosses over the pond made of wooden planks. I leave the wheelbarrow and start over the wooden path. There’s a man standing on a bank to my right and he shouts out for me to look out for the ?? and this odd looking animal is coming after me. It’s a guinea pig shaped lizard. I don’t think it’s dangerous and i think it’s just being friendly but i’m not sure because it’s kind of scary looking. I push it away with a broom but it keeps trying to follow me. Then another creature starts coming towards me so i drop the broom and run out of that section to the next test.
William Shatner is waiting for me and is pointing me in the direction of more curvy downhill path and i get fed up and say i’ve done all i’m going to do. I get in a blue car and i’m driving over the paved paths through the trees, passing other ‘contestants’ because it’s really just a big game. I pass the man from the book store and think about asking if he needs a ride but wake up.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Face Forward into Now and points Future
I’ve just returned home from a long trip and it’s been nothing but delays, rerouting and frustration. As i’m telling mom about what a pain in the ass of a trip it was i realize that my big yellow suitcase never arrived and i’m upset because there were articles of clothing inside it that i’ll never be able to replace but when mom asks me what clothes were in the suitcase i can only remember vaguely that it was the clothes i packed when i moved to Pacifica and i realize there's nothing in there that i want anymore anyways.
Easy enough to interpret. I’m exactly where i am supposed to be even if i took a roundabout way in getting "here". The past (baggage) is finished. I used what i needed (clothes) and there’s nothing related to that past (lost baggage) that i need to concern myself about or miss now. So okay, where to Now?!
Easy enough to interpret. I’m exactly where i am supposed to be even if i took a roundabout way in getting "here". The past (baggage) is finished. I used what i needed (clothes) and there’s nothing related to that past (lost baggage) that i need to concern myself about or miss now. So okay, where to Now?!
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Everything but the beautiful pea-green boat?
MikeyG and i are staying at a camp of some kind? A bed and breakfast or maybe it's my great-grandparents farm. A house with several outbuildings. We’re inside the house getting ready to go to sleep. There’s a baby owl in the room. Mike shows me that he put up a ceramic feeder that’s shaped like an owl and put some disc-like pellets inside of it. The feeder seems odd to me because instead of the owl facing out into the room, the back is facing out and the face is turned to the wall. The baby owl is so fluffy and cute, about the size of a cantaloupe. I want to hold it. I take a pellet out of the feeder and hold it out to the baby owl and it flies over and takes it from me. Mike’s already asleep so i turn off the light and get in the bed too. I wake up during the night (inside the dream) to check the owl and i see that it’s inside the feeder asleep and realize it’s not just a feeder, it’s actually a bird house. I notice that the pellet food sits on a little shelf-like rim inside the bird house and feel glad that the owl can eat as much as it wants. As i watch, the bird puffs out its feathers and settles in to go to sleep and it seems like it’s smiling. Now it’s morning and Mike and i are talking about the owl and i’m telling him about what i saw during the night. We go outside the house and there are several large birds of different varieties – they’re as big as geese but they’re not geese. One looks like a bluebird but gigantic. Another one is maybe a dodo bird. One is an adult owl. They come up to me and i pet them. They’re very soft and i like the feel when i bury my hands deep into their feathers. Mike talks about how he wants to keep the baby owl as a pet and i relate something i’d read about how owls don’t do well as pets because you have to feed them a lot of mice. Just as i’m saying that, a bat swoops by my head and as i duck and look down i see a lot of mice running around on the ground and think that maybe, since there are plenty of mice and bats (bats = flying mice?) the baby owl will CHOOSE to stay. We go back into the house. Mike has a clear plastic contraption of some sort that he puts on a small table by the door. It’s got water in it. As soon as he sets it down the baby owl flies over and drinks from it and i realize that’s what it’s for.
I’m in a large open room filled with man-made walls – like booths i guess. A convention center? I’m helping a bunch of women with their exhibit. It’s separate works of art combined on a single wall to make an even larger painting. Each of the individual pieces are hung at angles and the empty space between has to be painted. I’m helping to paint one of the empty spaces. It’s not difficult but i’m having difficulty for some reason. I’m painting the space (not a very big space) a kind of rosy red color. It’s hard to paint because my brush is a lip gloss applicator and it’s lip gloss that i’m painting on the wall so it takes a lot of coats. Luckily i only have a very small bit to paint and finally finish. I stand back from the wall to admire the strangely hung paintings with the space between. One of the ladies is painting a larger bare space with shiny copper. Another lady is trimming edge of a frame while another lady is working beside her painting the bare space with shining silver. One of the pictures on the bottom right of the wall is a hand stitched piece that reminds me of a cross-stitched “Home Sweet Home” type of thing but when i look at the words i can’t read them because they’re a different language. It’s then that i realize all of the ladies are old Orthodox Greek women and i wonder if it’s a Greek Festival. ? Then i go to another booth and it’s my work place. As i’m walking to get to my desk i drop my pen. It’s a “click” pen and it hits the floor right on the clicker thing on top and disappears. As i stare, startled, Shirley says something about it and i turn to her and say “You saw that?!” She asks what happened to it and i tell her that i don’t know, it just disappeared but that kind of thing happens to me all the time. I go back to where the Greek women are still working on painting the spaces between pictures to see if my pen is there. I see my pen on the ground but when i pick it up realize it’s not my pen, but another pen. I leave it there and go back to my desk. I tell Shirley that i went over to the wall because i thought maybe the pen had returned to the “past” and it might be over there but it wasn’t the right pen. She laughs and asks me what i’ll do. I open my desk drawer and pull out a blue Paper Mate type pen (separate cap) and tell her that my click pen will come back up eventually.
I’m in a large open room filled with man-made walls – like booths i guess. A convention center? I’m helping a bunch of women with their exhibit. It’s separate works of art combined on a single wall to make an even larger painting. Each of the individual pieces are hung at angles and the empty space between has to be painted. I’m helping to paint one of the empty spaces. It’s not difficult but i’m having difficulty for some reason. I’m painting the space (not a very big space) a kind of rosy red color. It’s hard to paint because my brush is a lip gloss applicator and it’s lip gloss that i’m painting on the wall so it takes a lot of coats. Luckily i only have a very small bit to paint and finally finish. I stand back from the wall to admire the strangely hung paintings with the space between. One of the ladies is painting a larger bare space with shiny copper. Another lady is trimming edge of a frame while another lady is working beside her painting the bare space with shining silver. One of the pictures on the bottom right of the wall is a hand stitched piece that reminds me of a cross-stitched “Home Sweet Home” type of thing but when i look at the words i can’t read them because they’re a different language. It’s then that i realize all of the ladies are old Orthodox Greek women and i wonder if it’s a Greek Festival. ? Then i go to another booth and it’s my work place. As i’m walking to get to my desk i drop my pen. It’s a “click” pen and it hits the floor right on the clicker thing on top and disappears. As i stare, startled, Shirley says something about it and i turn to her and say “You saw that?!” She asks what happened to it and i tell her that i don’t know, it just disappeared but that kind of thing happens to me all the time. I go back to where the Greek women are still working on painting the spaces between pictures to see if my pen is there. I see my pen on the ground but when i pick it up realize it’s not my pen, but another pen. I leave it there and go back to my desk. I tell Shirley that i went over to the wall because i thought maybe the pen had returned to the “past” and it might be over there but it wasn’t the right pen. She laughs and asks me what i’ll do. I open my desk drawer and pull out a blue Paper Mate type pen (separate cap) and tell her that my click pen will come back up eventually.
I loved the owl dream! When the bat swooped me and i ducked in the dream it seemed to real. The mice were fat and sleek and healthy looking. When the pen hit the floor and disappeared it made a kind of "popping" sound and there was a ?flash. Not a flash of light, but a flash that was like how high heat makes the air look wavy. Lip gloss. ?
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Prêt-à-Porter in Silk
In the dream i’m in a store in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. I pick a silk dress off the rack that i want to try on. I can tell by how it looks on the hanger that it will look good on me. I ask the lady if she has it in my size and she looks at the dress and looks at me and says “This will fit you.”
The dress isn’t formal or businessy. I'm not sure where i’d wear it. A luncheon or dinner at a nice restaurant maybe? The primary color was a coppery gold and ivory with some black, brown, and splashes of true red in a pattern that reminded me of art deco or nouveau although my first impression was paisley. So maybe a kind of square pattern done in circles similar to an Escher print. An illusion of an illusion? An illusion within an illusion?
Monday, March 15, 2010
Neil Peart is playing drums in my closet!
I’m in my bedroom of the Manassas house i grew up in. The room doesn’t have any furniture and i’m sitting on the bare tile inside the closed door. I can hear a tour guide outside the door in the hall giving a tour. Neil Peart is playing drums in my open closet. I’m excited because i think that if Neil is here, maybe Geddy and Alex are too. After the tour guide takes the group into the room at the end of the hall (Audree’s room), i duck out of my room to go to work. I arrive at ‘work’ and the workstations were gone. All of my team is sitting on the ground of a terraced hill waiting for their workstations to be reassembled. I’m pissed because i think that the manager should have called us to tell us not to come in since there’s nothing we can do. I’m also annoyed because my butt is going to get damp sitting on the bare ground. I go over to the podium to complain to the manager’s assistant about not being able to work and to tell her i’m leaving. As i’m storming out of the office to go back home and listen to Neil some more, i see the cleaning crew come in with crates that contain our workstations. I go back ‘in’ to wait for them to get us set up again. While they’re working on that, my team and i became the tour group and we’re riding on a bus though some countryside. It’s very hilly on either side of the road and i can see that all of the hills are criss-crossed with tire tracks. I wonder why and start to ask the tour guide what the person who made the tracks might’ve been looking for but just then we arrive at our destination. I recognize it as the back side of a place i’ve been to in dreams before. A place with strange rock formations sort of like Bryce Canyon but the formations aren’t much taller than a person. There are hundreds of them, just like i remember from last time i dreamed there. I know that if we follow the path to the other end we’ll be near Rockaway Beach (Pacifica) and the big waterfall. Cue Strawberry Fields.
Two episodes where sitting on the bare ground is key. Being grounded seems too simple. Rush. ? I enjoy that dream place with the rock formations. Normally when i go there it's through the main entrance at the front of the place. It's high up on a plateau but from the back side we're already at the elevated level. High ground? Group being guided?
Sunday, March 14, 2010
The past and the future are the same
I'm late for work and rushing to get there before ten. The furniture is rearranged but i find my desk by the location of the person i know i'm supposed to sit next to. My chair is different - it's got red upholstery and is stationary instead of on wheels. I'm irritated that it doesn't roll but it “sits” okay so i’m not too perturbed by the change. As i boot up my computer, i turn on my radio to listen to Blade while i work but it’s not right. Instead of Blade it’s Ali Davidson from old RDU days. I’m confused and check online to see if a format change was announced but there’s no explanation. I feel a sense of panic. I know i'll never be able to find where he's gone and i can't understand why he'd leave without telling me he was going. It occurs to me that i'm not a real person to him and become distraught.
I'm visiting Angie and i want to leave to come home but i can't remember where i parked my car. I think about taking hers but it's an old Scout and the wiring is messed up so i don't think i can drive it. A guy i thought was Hank in the dream but awake i know it’s Ronnie, my manager from when i worked at Pizza Hut, drives up in his 1970's era green Dodge Challenger and offers to bring me to the airport. I get in, but first he has to go to a house where he can buy drugs. We come to the house and go in. It’s very 'modern' with lots of glass and metal. Angie waits outside the 'waiting' room. The drug dealers look right out of Miami Vice. Slick Latinos. After we enter the room to make a deal, the “leader” pushes a button on the wall inside the door and large steel walls unfold over the regular walls. Each wall has a button and the leader goes to each one and presses it so that finally the room is encased in bulletproof steel. There’s a table in the center of the room and another gang man pours out a whole bunch of pot on top of it. It's a big pile of buds. As Ronnie and the leader haggle over a price, i notice that there's no ceiling on this room and a cop is walking along a metal sidewalk just above and outside the perimeter of the room at ceiling level (like the steel walkways in movie prisons). I duck into the corner right underneath where the cop is standing so i won't be seen, and point out the cop to Ronnie and the dealer. They press up against the wall out of sight also. Ronnie and i leave through the door back into the waiting room. Angie is standing by the door and a guy comes inside this room. He’s somebody from high school (i recognize his face but don’t remember his name right now even though i knew it while in the dream). He remembers Angie from those days and has a grudge against her. He says something about her being a tease and shoots her in the chest. Ronnie catches her as she falls and carries her out to the car. She's not dead but has been shot in her right lung. I ask him if he knows where the hospital is and he says he does so we drive to the hospital. A medical team rushes her in to surgery. Ronnie and i wait but the whole time i'm fretting because i don't know why i went to visit Angie or how i got there or how i'm going to get back home. We go in to a recovery room to see Angie and she’s going to be alright. I can't understand why ?? shot her because it was so long ago.
What is his name? I can clearly see his face from those days. And Ronnie! How fun. We had a blast back in the day. He was a heavy smoker and by 21 had already had a lung removed to disease. I'm sure he's dead by now. (But then, i thought the same about Angie and she's very much alive). Ronnie lost his drivers license. I would chauffeur him everywhere in his Challenger (or was it a Charger?). I loved driving that muscle car! Probably the fastest car i've ever driven. I drove him to Pink Hill once so he could buy pot. I remember being disappointed that Pink Hill wasn't pink at all. I hate remembering both of these dreams.
I'm visiting Angie and i want to leave to come home but i can't remember where i parked my car. I think about taking hers but it's an old Scout and the wiring is messed up so i don't think i can drive it. A guy i thought was Hank in the dream but awake i know it’s Ronnie, my manager from when i worked at Pizza Hut, drives up in his 1970's era green Dodge Challenger and offers to bring me to the airport. I get in, but first he has to go to a house where he can buy drugs. We come to the house and go in. It’s very 'modern' with lots of glass and metal. Angie waits outside the 'waiting' room. The drug dealers look right out of Miami Vice. Slick Latinos. After we enter the room to make a deal, the “leader” pushes a button on the wall inside the door and large steel walls unfold over the regular walls. Each wall has a button and the leader goes to each one and presses it so that finally the room is encased in bulletproof steel. There’s a table in the center of the room and another gang man pours out a whole bunch of pot on top of it. It's a big pile of buds. As Ronnie and the leader haggle over a price, i notice that there's no ceiling on this room and a cop is walking along a metal sidewalk just above and outside the perimeter of the room at ceiling level (like the steel walkways in movie prisons). I duck into the corner right underneath where the cop is standing so i won't be seen, and point out the cop to Ronnie and the dealer. They press up against the wall out of sight also. Ronnie and i leave through the door back into the waiting room. Angie is standing by the door and a guy comes inside this room. He’s somebody from high school (i recognize his face but don’t remember his name right now even though i knew it while in the dream). He remembers Angie from those days and has a grudge against her. He says something about her being a tease and shoots her in the chest. Ronnie catches her as she falls and carries her out to the car. She's not dead but has been shot in her right lung. I ask him if he knows where the hospital is and he says he does so we drive to the hospital. A medical team rushes her in to surgery. Ronnie and i wait but the whole time i'm fretting because i don't know why i went to visit Angie or how i got there or how i'm going to get back home. We go in to a recovery room to see Angie and she’s going to be alright. I can't understand why ?? shot her because it was so long ago.
What is his name? I can clearly see his face from those days. And Ronnie! How fun. We had a blast back in the day. He was a heavy smoker and by 21 had already had a lung removed to disease. I'm sure he's dead by now. (But then, i thought the same about Angie and she's very much alive). Ronnie lost his drivers license. I would chauffeur him everywhere in his Challenger (or was it a Charger?). I loved driving that muscle car! Probably the fastest car i've ever driven. I drove him to Pink Hill once so he could buy pot. I remember being disappointed that Pink Hill wasn't pink at all. I hate remembering both of these dreams.
Monday, March 8, 2010
alternate reality
I think this dream is a result of the Orca incident at Sea World a few weeks ago. The setting is a type of water park but there are just lots of open swimming pools and people milling about. Each pool has a sea creature in it but there aren’t any signs so you don’t know what’s in the pool until you get right up close. I’m concerned that the great white is going to leap up and grab somebody from the side of the pool. I stay nearby taking pictures and to try and alert people about the shark. A girl goes up to the edge of the pool and the shark jumps up just as i snap the picture. It doesn’t eat her though. The scene morphs into a kind of rustic restaurant. The roof is made of banana leaves and all the inside walls are giant bamboo. Me and Blade and several other people are sitting at a wooden picnic table waiting for the food to come. I pull out the picture of the girl and the shark (it’s the traffic girl) and show her how good the picture is. In the picture she’s looking directly into the camera and the shark face (with all its great white teeth) is right behind her shoulder so it looks like the shark jumped up to pose for the picture and has a big smile. I hand the girl the picture and says “This would be perfect for a father’s day card” and immediately feel very sad i said it and pull her to me in a hug.
A bunch of classmates from high school have planned a field party for the end of June and i’ve been thinking about the logistics so this dream is a direct result of my fretting about whether i’ll trust my car to get me there. In the dream, i’m in a room full of people, like a class, and it’s just letting out. I can't see. Everything is blurry and i'm worried that i'll need glasses but then i remember to take off my reading glasses and can see clearly again. I leave the room and realize i’m in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. As i walk down the corridor to get to the elevator i find myself window shopping and thinking about how i’m going to get to Virginia and worrying about my vision. I find the elevator and get on. It’s got a bunch of well-dressed business women riding in it. They’re all around my age but i feel completely out of place like i’m a kid. When the doors open i’m in a new car lot and decide i need to buy a new car to drive to Virginia. The man in the suit shows me some cars but i only want the small blue car with a white racing stripe. It might be a mini or some kind of VW. It’s pretty tiny. Smart car? I buy the car and i’m excited to be flying down the highway knowing my car won’t break down. I arrive at the field party feeling good about myself and my new car and i’m happy when Jimmy and Sharon admire my car.
A simple wish fulfillment dream. I’m sitting on a very comfortable armchair within a round, sunken living room. There’s a large stone fireplace on the wall that makes up one side the sunken area and a crackling wood fire is burning within. Is this place a ski lodge maybe? It’s very homey feeling and a bit “western” seeming with deer horn lamps. A ranch? A Bear Rock?! A man (?Blade) is sitting across from me on the matching couch, telling me a story that is funny and we’re both laughing so hard that tears are coming out of our eyes. Some other people join us in the sunken living room. I don’t know who they are but the man seems to and greets them. We continue to talk and laugh and the fire is just right. I feel completely safe and “at home” in the dream.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Two dreams, same theme
Last night, In the REAL i woke up and the sky was very bright and i wondered if it’s almost time to get up but purposely didn’t check the clock because if it was i didn’t want to know. Then i dreamed the following:
I wake up and check the clock. It’s noon. At first i think it’s Sunday but then it occurs to me that even though i thought i set my alarm, it apparently didn’t go off. I jump out of bed and wonder if i should call to say i’d be late or just hurry up and get there hoping nobody had noticed my absence. I elected the latter. I was washing my face in a sink next to the kitchen. My mom is in the kitchen and gives me a “what are YOU doing here?” kind of look. I run back down the stairs (this is my VA house) and get my bike and work stuff. All the time i’m still debating on whether or not i should call Tammy but also justifying that i had work with me so i could say i was working from home. Next scene i’m riding my bicycle along a back road that approaches the office building from the back. It looks like a hospital building. It’s very rough and wild back here and i’m not sure i’m going the right way but then i see a small dirt track. It’s too steep for me to ride so i leave my bike and start walking down. About half-way down i can see a huge mound of mulch or winter-dead kudzu and there’re several DOT men shoveling more stuff on to the big pile. The path will take my right into the midst of them and i don’t want to go that way now because i don’t want to have to interact with them or be seen. I turn around and walk back up to where i left my bike and see there are some kids at the top now and the last bit i have to climb is much too steep. I can’t get back up over the ridge. There’s a boy playing on monkey bars next to where my bike is that puts out his hand to me and tells me to grab on and he’ll help me. He tells me not to grab the monkey bars just as i grab for them. My hands are covered with some really sticky substance. Honey? Tar? He assures me that it’s not dangerous but just messy and grabs my hands to pull me up over the edge of the ridge. There’s a girl that is going down the hill the way i’d been going. I thank the kid and ride my bike out to the road. I can see an access road nearby (reminds me of that little bit of Blue Ridge Road where it comes out on Glenwood) and i think i can get there from where i am without too much trouble and just get to work that way but as i’m riding i realize i’m in some little downtown area and i’m going the wrong way completely so i decide to just not go to work and go back home.
Not much before Strawberry Fields called, i was dreaming again that i was late for work. This time i’m with three other ladies and we’re having lunch. Can’t see who they are now, but they’re not co-workers in real life, just women i know. Friends maybe. I tell them how i missed coming into work that morning but would show up with them and maybe nobody would notice i’d been missing. They all laugh and agree that would work. When we get to the office we’re called in to the ?manager’s office by the assistant. There are stacks of quarters lined up on the lobby desk and the assistant says that they know that something is amiss and they think i’ve been working more hours than i’ve been reporting based on the number of quarters i’ve used in the vending machines. I’m confused and a little nervous but decide to wait and see what the manager has to say before i make a statement. My and the other ladies are laughing and chatting while we wait when the assistant announces to the manager “Lesley is here and she’s drunk” I get up to meet with the manager and i’m pissed because the assistant doesn’t know me and is making an assumption that i’m drunk when i haven’t been drinking. I storm back into the office and there’s a man i don’t know there and the assistant. The assistant is a black girl and i don’t know her either. The detective man asks me about the quarters and i point out that the way the assistant has them laid out is misleading. Rather than looking at them as individual quarters, they should be arranged in fours for the coke machine. If they are arranged that way, i’ve only bought four soft-drinks and that’s not really very many. The assistant jumps into a fenced in area (pig sty?) and begins bringing up other “facts” to prove i’m guilty but by now it’s obvious that she’s after my job and has made up everything. I leave the office and join my friends on the elevator going up to our office. Strawberry Fields started playing in the Real so i hit snooze.
I wanted to PUNCH that bitch when she said i was drunk! :o)
I wake up and check the clock. It’s noon. At first i think it’s Sunday but then it occurs to me that even though i thought i set my alarm, it apparently didn’t go off. I jump out of bed and wonder if i should call to say i’d be late or just hurry up and get there hoping nobody had noticed my absence. I elected the latter. I was washing my face in a sink next to the kitchen. My mom is in the kitchen and gives me a “what are YOU doing here?” kind of look. I run back down the stairs (this is my VA house) and get my bike and work stuff. All the time i’m still debating on whether or not i should call Tammy but also justifying that i had work with me so i could say i was working from home. Next scene i’m riding my bicycle along a back road that approaches the office building from the back. It looks like a hospital building. It’s very rough and wild back here and i’m not sure i’m going the right way but then i see a small dirt track. It’s too steep for me to ride so i leave my bike and start walking down. About half-way down i can see a huge mound of mulch or winter-dead kudzu and there’re several DOT men shoveling more stuff on to the big pile. The path will take my right into the midst of them and i don’t want to go that way now because i don’t want to have to interact with them or be seen. I turn around and walk back up to where i left my bike and see there are some kids at the top now and the last bit i have to climb is much too steep. I can’t get back up over the ridge. There’s a boy playing on monkey bars next to where my bike is that puts out his hand to me and tells me to grab on and he’ll help me. He tells me not to grab the monkey bars just as i grab for them. My hands are covered with some really sticky substance. Honey? Tar? He assures me that it’s not dangerous but just messy and grabs my hands to pull me up over the edge of the ridge. There’s a girl that is going down the hill the way i’d been going. I thank the kid and ride my bike out to the road. I can see an access road nearby (reminds me of that little bit of Blue Ridge Road where it comes out on Glenwood) and i think i can get there from where i am without too much trouble and just get to work that way but as i’m riding i realize i’m in some little downtown area and i’m going the wrong way completely so i decide to just not go to work and go back home.
Not much before Strawberry Fields called, i was dreaming again that i was late for work. This time i’m with three other ladies and we’re having lunch. Can’t see who they are now, but they’re not co-workers in real life, just women i know. Friends maybe. I tell them how i missed coming into work that morning but would show up with them and maybe nobody would notice i’d been missing. They all laugh and agree that would work. When we get to the office we’re called in to the ?manager’s office by the assistant. There are stacks of quarters lined up on the lobby desk and the assistant says that they know that something is amiss and they think i’ve been working more hours than i’ve been reporting based on the number of quarters i’ve used in the vending machines. I’m confused and a little nervous but decide to wait and see what the manager has to say before i make a statement. My and the other ladies are laughing and chatting while we wait when the assistant announces to the manager “Lesley is here and she’s drunk” I get up to meet with the manager and i’m pissed because the assistant doesn’t know me and is making an assumption that i’m drunk when i haven’t been drinking. I storm back into the office and there’s a man i don’t know there and the assistant. The assistant is a black girl and i don’t know her either. The detective man asks me about the quarters and i point out that the way the assistant has them laid out is misleading. Rather than looking at them as individual quarters, they should be arranged in fours for the coke machine. If they are arranged that way, i’ve only bought four soft-drinks and that’s not really very many. The assistant jumps into a fenced in area (pig sty?) and begins bringing up other “facts” to prove i’m guilty but by now it’s obvious that she’s after my job and has made up everything. I leave the office and join my friends on the elevator going up to our office. Strawberry Fields started playing in the Real so i hit snooze.
I wanted to PUNCH that bitch when she said i was drunk! :o)
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