Scrambled Realities

Not sure of the location. Seems like a motel room. It’s a family affair. Mom, Dad, Lois, Audree are all there with me. The plan is to go to sleep and the next day: have breakfast, watch a parade, go shopping. We all agree that sounds like a plan and go to our separate rooms. I find a game in my room. I know it belongs to Lois and i decide to play it because i’m not too tired.

The game is electronic and is self-contained in a console about the size of a laptop computer. It’s a mystery game and the object is to solve it. The mystery in this particular game has to do with a palomino horse that’s been stolen.  In the beginning of the game, i’m watching the crime play out. The horse is in its stall in a nice, clean barn. The straw on the floor of the stall is fresh and dry. I can hear it kind of ‘crunch’ as the horse moves around on it. A shadowy figure appears in the scene and hooks a lead line to the halter the horse is wearing and leads the horse out of the stall. The horse doesn’t balk at all. 

Now i’m IN the game, looking for the clues to find the horse. I have a bit from a horse harness. It’s apparently supposed to mean something so i look around the barn trying to make sense of it. In a cement column i notice a horizontal space about the size of a deck of cards. I push the horse bit into the space to see if it fits in there. It does and as i push it into the hole it triggers a lever that makes another piece of the wall pop out. A hidden space that contains the next clue. It’s another piece of the halter. It’s an expensive looking silver piece that would hold the bit to the rest of the halter. I take it out of the space and then i’m in the kitchen of my house in Manassas.

Mom is cooking breakfast. I am talking to ?Huntley ?Harwood? something like that about the game. I know that’s not the right name but i can’t remember her right name. Mom and Huntley are looking at me and i’m confused if i’m sleeping or still in the game or what. Then mom says something to Huntley and calls her Lois and the light comes on in my head! Lois! That’s her name. I tell her about the game i’m playing that i found in her room and how fun it is.   

Now Lois and i are in the game together as i walk her through the “end game.”  I show her where the horse was stabled. There’s a dog there – a border collie or similar breed – and i tell Lois that the dog should’ve been a guard dog like a Mastiff or Rottweiler instead of a herding type dog, then the thief wouldn’t have been able to steal her horse. Next we go to the edge of a very verdant pasture near some ?pipes. I think it’s a swing set like you find in a State Park. Large metal supports cemented into the ground. I watch the trees at the edge of the meadow on the opposite side and wait. A golden palomino comes out of the trees and runs across the pasture to where Lois and i are standing and the mystery is solved. I tell Lois that i enjoyed the game because it wasn’t too hard to solve.

Now it’s morning in the motel room. I don’t want to wake up but dad is up and making a lot of noise. He’s repairing some hinges on a door i think. I can see the light of day filtering through the curtains and now i’m back in the Manassas kitchen where mom is making breakfast. We’re discussing the plans again – eat, watch the parade, then go shopping. We agree upon that plan again.

Now i’m back at the stable in the game but it’s real life. The dog is still there and the horse is back in its stall. A tall, thin man dressed in dark clothes comes out of the barn and attacks a girl that’s with me. I don’t think it’s Lois but it’s somebody i know. The two struggle and the girl gouges the man’s eyes out. I can see the orbs stuck on her thumb nails. It’s gruesome. The man falls down and we fall on him and kill him. We scoop up the dirt from the barn floor to put over him. Just as we get him covered up completely, he rises up out of the dirt. His eyes are back in his head and he looks at us. His eyes are light blue. I realize he’s a zombie and can’t be killed and Strawberry Fields saves me from whatever might’ve happened next.

Cool dream.

I’ve had a lot of dream fragments for the past several weeks but nothing epic (that i can remember). 

Riding to Stonehenge with Page & Plant

I’m riding in a sightseeing bus with big windows. I’m sitting in an aisle seat about 4 up from the rear of the bus, on the right hand side. Jimmy Page is sitting in the window seat next to me. His hair is black and curly. He’s young. Robert Plant is sitting in the window seat behind Jimmy Page.  There are a few other people on the bus in the seats closer to the driver, leaving several empties between where i’m sitting and where they’re sitting. There’s a couple of people in the back seats  but no one directly behind Robert Plant.

 

We’re on a narrow curvy road with a steep drop off. It’s thickly wooded and summer, by the green of the leaves. I think we’re in Southern England, maybe around Devon or Cornwall and we’re on our way to Stonehenge. The sun beams that break through the trees reflect off Robert Plants blonde hair like little flashes of gold. He looks so beautiful. Occasionally Jimmy will speak to Robert and vice versa. I’m looking out the window past JP. He’s reading a magazine or something. I’m not bothering him by looking past him and occasionally we speak about the journey we’re on. I feel content. 

Business Trip

I have to drive to ?Oklahoma? for a business trip. I’m a little nervous and afraid of getting lost, being on my own. I decide i’ll split the trip into two parts and that makes me feel a little less nervous. I have a map and i have a piece of paper with the numbers of the roads i’ll need to take to get there. I set off on a nice sunny day. It feels good to be on the road alone, knowing i can go as fast or slow as i want and stop whenever i want. It’s getting dark now, dusk and i decide i’ve driven far enough for the day and should find an exit and get a motel for the night. I see the highway sign ahead showing motels and restaurants next exit. The sign says Mebane. I’m not sure how much further i’ll need to go to reach my business meeting but I take the exit. At the bottom of the exit i can go either left or right. I notice Hampton Inn is to the left so i go that way. Something’s not right. The road is white sand and only one lane. The buildings of the town are right up on the street so people walking on the road have to squeeze up against the buildings as i drive by. It’s gritty and hazy looking and i get the feeling the place is almost abandoned. I think i should turn around and get back on the highway but don’t know how to get turned around again. I keep driving along this horrible little road hoping it’ll widen out. In my mind i can see that even if i’d taken a right turn back at the stop sign i’d still be in the same predicament. Now all i’m hoping is i’ll be able to find my way back to the interstate somehow. I come upon a building that could either be a courthouse or an inn. I can park around the back and i do. I get out and enter the building. It’s old with thick oak hardwood floors and intricate crown molding around the ceilings. The dream changes and now i’m with a man. He’s looks older but i know he’s really not any older than i am. He approaches the secretary and tells her he wants to speak with ??.  She points up to a monitor and show ?? being interviewed in the roof. He’s a politician of some kind and the man i’m with is adamant about talking with this man. He starts up a stairwell and i follow. The stairs and banister are the same dark, old hard wood as the floor. We reach the top floor just as the politician is coming back inside from his interview on the roof. The man i’m with approaches the politician and begins telling a story. I think it has something to do with Vietnam. I can’t really follow the story and i can tell that the politician isn’t following either. The man i’m with finishes telling the tale and has a satisfied look on his face as if he’s just conveyed something very clever. The politician is polite and nods his head but doesn’t know how to respond or if he’s even SUPPOSED to respond. I feel lost and worried and don’t know if i’ll be able to find my way back to the main road again.  Awaken feeling tense. Happy Monday!

Rabbit, Lion, Snake, Man

In the part of the dream i remember, i'm trying to save my friend. He's been captured by a madman and is being held prisoner. I follow the clues (can't remember what they are now) to the hiding place. I'm peering into a large wooden room. Sort of like a set for a stage play. Even though i know it's a very large container, it's made up to look like the outside. So, to follow the imagery, it's a large "back yard" with green grass and shrubs and a couple of large trees. It's very nice at first glance. I see my friend. He's running inside a wooden wheel - like a water wheel but without the spokes. There's a rabbit on his left from where i'm looking (his right) and a very large cat, i think a lion (i'm not positive now. Maybe it was a tiger) that's on the other side of him. They are all facing towards me and i'm unclear at first what's going on. Then i see that there are dozens of blackish gray snakes in the grass. They are long and lean and aggressive. Some kind of deadly poisonous snake. Black mamba? As i follow the snakes back along my line of vision towards where i'm hiding, i see a man in a smaller box watching the scene play out, just as i am doing. The difference is he made this scene happen and is very gleeful, waiting and watching. I see now that the lion is there to protect the rabbit, the rabbit is there to attract the snakes to where the man is, and the man can only survive as long as he can keep running in his wheel. Occasionally a snake or two get within a few feet of the trio and the lion kills them. Eventually though, i know that the snakes will overwhelm the group. The man can't keep running forever, the lion can't keep the rabbit safe without eventually succumbing to the poisonous bites himself....  it seems hopeless. Even though i'm not sure i can beat them, i grab a ?hoe and burst into the scene, chopping away at mounds of snakes. I kill every snake i come to as i make my way toward s the man. I just hope he can keep running long enough for me to kill them all. The snakes makes a satisfying  "chop" noise as i hack away at them. It reminds me of the sound of silly putty breaking when you pull it apart very quickly. Snapping noise really. 

That's all i remember. 

And then i flung my pillow across the room….

Strange full moon dreams last night. In one that i remember, i was running through some desolation of junk piles and dirt hills that separated two fighting factions. Bullets were flying and i was dodging and weaving to reach the other end of the road where the “leaders” were situated up on the bluff. Something, a bright light? Or event illuminated me and i realized i was bullet-proof. Then i just calmly walked up the road through the hills of dirt and junk to reach the end. I think i was a Rastafarian.

In another dream, i can’t remember what led up to the scene i remember, but it picks up where i’m leaving an office building. There’s a ?pizza delivery boy in the lobby with two other men. They’re looking at something and i see it’s a spider running across the pizza box. Dominoes pizza? The pizza boy makes a move to pick it up and i’m happy that he’s “like me” (won’t kill a spider just for being a spider) but when he gets it in his hand his quickly lets it go because he’s afraid of it. I tell him i’ll get it and take it outside with me. I get the spider and have it cupped in my hands. It’s a fairly large spider, the body is about the size of a dime and the legs are long. The way the legs come off the body makes the spider look a lot like a crab. It’s not an attractive spider and it makes me a little nervous that it might bite me but i’m committed to getting it outside to safety. Another girl who is leaving with me opens the glass door and we go out. I begin moving faster to get to some greenery to release the spider and i can feel little creepy crawly sensations on my arms. I’m wearing long sleeves and can’t see anything but realize that the crab-spider has babies and they’re crawling on me. I release the spider and brush the babies off me as best i can without hurting them. Then the girl and i continue walking until we reach a deck-like structure. It seems like maybe there’s going to be a concert.  The ‘deck’ is several different levels – maybe four – and, like stairs, eventually lead to the ground. There are people at picnic tables drinking beer and having a good time. It’s a large place. I notice that the boards under my feet have a lot of “give” and i’m trying to step carefully because i don’t trust the planks. They’re old and faded and dry and seem like they could split and break at any time. As i get down to the final level, the boards are really bouncing and i’m sure the entire structure is going to collapse. I warn the girl and the people at tables nearby to get off quickly but, other than the girl, the people at tables just keep drinking and having fun.

I’m not sure if this is a different dream or part of one of the earlier two. I reach a point on my path that has some obstacles. At first i’m maneuvering between them but something is on my trail (hellhound?) and i’m running in fear. I come to an old 70’s style convertible ?Lincoln, big boat of a car and i grab it by a fender and TOSS it over my shoulder towards whatever it is i think is pursuing me and in real life i rip the pillow from under my head and throw it across the room and that wakes me up. 

Secret Rooms

Had another one of those dreams where i’m in a large house that i thought i was familiar with but has a whole section i didn’t know about. Those are usually really cool dreams and this one was pretty cool too except for the story line. It was my dream mixed with some sort of drama storyline like from a movie and it was all running simultaneously. The rooms were fantastic! The storyline was something about the owner of the house building on new rooms for some people who are coming (back) to live in the house. As the omniscient dreamer, i’m watching three workmen sawing boards and 2x4’s to frame up some rooms in a large empty barn-like place. One of the men is smoking a filter-less cigarette while he works and the cigarette is smoked down to about an inch. There’s a lot of straw on the ground around him and i’m concerned he’s going to cause a fire. It’s Johnny Depp! One of the workmen is a woman. I can’t see the other one but it’s a man, i’m pretty sure.

For the dream me IN the dream, i’m wandering through a really huge house, like a plantation house from the civil war times. I’m going through the living room up some stairs. There’s a door i never noticed before that leads up to what i guess would be the attic. I go up these stairs and can hear the sound of wood being cut and hammered. I don’t want to be seen. I don’t think i’m supposed to be here. Something about some people coming to live here and i think i’m one of those people…. (dream merge) and i want to see how the news rooms are decorated to see if i can tell which one is for me. The workers are in another part of the house/attic so i’m not too worried that i’ll run into them. I look in the first room. It’s painted in bright primary colors of blue, red, and yellow. The carpet is green like grass. It’s a race-car theme as for a child but there are two beds in the room, like for brothers, except the beds are big ones. King sized. But because the room is so huge, the beds don’t take up all the room. I think how fun it will be to have a slumber party in this room when the others get here. The next room is also complete but i can’t remember now how it was decorated. More formal i think. Nice but it didn’t feel like mine either. The last room i look in draws me in and i know it’s mine. It’s painted psychedelic swirly patterns and has interesting lights everywhere. Lava lamps! I always wanted one.  It’s also a large room but there’s only one big bed in the center. I love this room and want to stay but know it’s supposed to be a secret and i have to wait until i’m invited to live there.

Workmen are being yelled at by a woman. She fires them all, including the three that were in the earlier part of the dream. Those three (yep, one is a woman) get on one of those train things. Don’t know what they’re called. You have to pump the level up and down and it rolls on the tracks… They’re just going to move on to the next town. Johnny Depp still has that cigarette but it’s between his index and middle finger. I’m surprised it’s not burning him. Just when they start getting the train car thingy moving, the lady who fired them runs over and tells them to come back. She never wanted to fire them in the first place but needed to get rid of the other (four) workers but didn’t want them to feel singled out.

Hmmm. What ARE those train things called? I don’t think i’ve ever known a name for them. I’ve seen them in Bugs Bunny cartoons all my life though.  

The feeling i had in the dream was the same feeling i used to have as a kid when we had to move. When dad would get transferred and they’d shop for houses, the real-estate agent in the new town  would take us to model homes. Audree and i (and Lois when she was old enough) would run from room to room looking at how they were decorated and would claim “our” room. I vaguely remember one of those rooms i claimed when we moved to Virginia. The furniture was white. The bed had a canopy. I remember a lot of yellow in the room too. Maybe the curtains? It was a very “girly” room, even down to the perfume tray on the dresser and the hand-held mirror. Pretty cool, model homes.

Mechanical spiders, contacting the dead

I remembered some good dreams this weekend!

Saturday night, i’m in an office complex for some reason but don’t remember why. I find an office and let myself in. The office is deserted. It looks like architects work here. There are drafting tables and long tubes to put rolled up documents in. There’s a ?map hanging on the wall. It’s got what seem like pins in it but when i look closer, they’re spiders made out of metal parts. I take the map down, roll it up and leave. Now i’m in a bedroom. I guess it’s mine but i don’t ever remember my bedroom being arranged as this one is. I open the map on my bed and the spiders start walking off the map and onto my bed. Some fall off onto the floor. I’m scrambling to catch them all and put them in a little wooden box. This box feels heavy like it’s made of good hardwood. The lid is the kind that slides closed along a track carved into the box. I collect all the spiders and get them in the box.

Now i’m at the beach. There’re not many people at the beach and none are near me. I let the spiders out of the box onto my towel spread on the sand. These mechanical spiders are very beautiful colors and the sun shines brightly off their little metal bodies. I pick on up and notice a little switch. I move the switch position and it “shuts off” the spider. I quickly collect all the spiders and turn them off. One of the spiders has a little sack (?an egg?) and when i pick it up, it bursts open and is full of very tiny mechanical creatures. Shrimp, slugs… stuff like that. Starfish. I want to turn off these little creatures too and pick up the shrimp, find the switch and turn it off. Then i pick up the slug and it’s disgustingly squishy. I’m not sure if it’ll have a switch but it does.  I try to put the little creatures back in their sack but can’t figure out how so i just throw them into the box with the spiders.

I pick up my towel up and shake off the sand and walk inside a building. A clubhouse? There’s some kind of party going on and i’m not dressed for the event but go in anyways. I go to the little kitchen area to use the sink to rinse off the mechanical critters. While i’m doing that, a tall man in a casual suit comes over next to me. He is talking about piano keys and how he doesn’t like the simplified kind. I notice pictures/prints on the wall over a piano by the little kitchen. They are all pictures of simplified piano keys. One picture shows a couple of octaves of keys and the letter of each key is written in script onto the key. Another picture shows a single octave of keys and there are pastel colored pictures of lullaby animals (lamb, puppy, kitten) across all the keys. There’s a third picture that, at first, seems like it just shows black and white piano keys but the man points out that there is a vine with leaves entwined with the keys. As he’s pointing out the vine he’s leaning up against me and i can feel he has an erection. I know he’s a “reverend” and married and i’m shocked at his action but don’t want for him to know that i am. I finish rinsing my mechanical spiders, put them back in the wooden box, grab my towel and leave. It seems like i need to return the chart and the spiders back to the architect office and wonder if i’ll be able to find it.

Another dream from later the same night. I want to shower in the hall bathroom and get my shower stuff together to go in but somebody is in there. I go back to my room to wait for whoever is in there to finish. After several minutes i try again and the person is gone. I have difficulty turning on the lights. There are two switches but neither seems to work. I’m getting annoyed that i can’t make the lights come on. There’s a window with a blind on it so i pull up the blind to let light in. It’s enough light to shower by but then i notice that the wall doesn’t attach to the floor and there’re gaps so that i can see grass from outside through the holes. It’s like somebody put in a new bathtub but it was smaller than the original and didn’t fit properly and left the gaps in the wall. I’m worried that somebody’ll see me naked if i try and shower in this bathroom. I’m quite annoyed and put on my robe and go ask dad what happened to the bathroom. He doesn’t know and follows me back to the hall bathroom. He’s as shocked as i am about the condition and starts planning on what he needs to do to fix it. I go back to my room, quite pissed about the bathroom being “out of order” and wonder if i should just use the shower in the master bedroom instead but all my shampoo and stuff is in the hall bathroom.

Last night i dreamed the motel dream. I’m sharing a room with somebody. I leave the room to meet up with my friends who have gone ?to the restaurant ahead of me. When i get to the dining room i can’t find my friends and i realize i don’t know my room number. I have a key card and THINK i was on the second floor but i’m not positive. I find an elevator. There are several people waiting for it. The door opens and a black lady and i get inside but the doors slam close before any of the other people can get on. I make a comment to the lady that we’ll have to be on our toes to get out of the elevator or else we’ll end up on a floor we don’t want to be on. She laughs and when the bell rings and the door opens we hop out. This is the fourth floor though and i wonder if maybe my room is on the fourth or should i just try to get down by elevator again. When the elevator stops and opens in front of me i jump in and almost get caught in the doors. Zoom, down to the first floor again. The person ?robot working the concierge desk gives me a dirty look (i guess because it thinks i’m playing on the elevator). I decide to take the stairs up to the second floor. The stair case is wide and carpeted and easily scaled. Once i’m on the second floor though, i’m not sure which room is mine. All the doors to all the rooms on the hall are cracked open and i think that if i just peek in to each one, i’ll recognize my stuff and it’ll be okay. The first couple of rooms are empty and as i get to the next one, a housekeeper in the room confronts me. I’m pretty sure this is my room but all my stuff is gone. I ask the housekeeper where she’s put the stuff that was in the room because i need to see it to be sure. She denies she’s moved anything and i feel lost, alone and confused and Strawberry Fields wakes me up.

Oh yeah! This was another one. Probably occurred between snoozes. I’m sitting at a computer looking at email. I feel the need to contact an old man that was a friend of the family. I find his page (facebook?) and see that he’s now 95 years old and i realize i better hurry and make contact because he won’t be around much longer. As i begin writing the letter with Dear Mr. ?Custer? or something like that and i’m writing that he’s my last living grandparent (even though he’s no relation) it occurs to me that’s not the right name for the person i’m thinking about. I’m thinking of Lester Caine. I find his page and remember he’s been dead for a long, long time. 

Mr. Caine. Haven't thought about him in years and years. I thought he was my grandfather for the first five years of my life. He SEEMED like he was a relative. My mom loved him like a father is probably why. He was a good soul.

Paralyzed with indecision.

Scott, somebody else, and i are in a rental car rushing to get to the airport. We’re in the middle of nowhere it seems. Driving on a two-lane road we finally come to one of those guard shack things with the cross-arm. Sort of like a toll booth. THIS is the airport. We see a couple of stragglers on the other side of the guard hurrying to get on the plane that’s parked in the parking lot. Scott and ?? pull over and get out of the car. We’re in Boise. I don’t know where they’re going but they ask me to take the car back to the rental place. I’m nervous about being left alone in a strange place. I ask ?? if he thinks it would be okay if i just drive the rental car home (to NC) but they’ve already run off to get on the airplane.  I’m torn. I’d like to go back to the house we were staying in to retrieve my luggage but i have no idea how to get back to it. Also, i’m not sure if i should take the car back to the rental agency and rent a different car to drive home in or just start driving home with the one i have. I know i’ll never make it home in time to get to work on Monday and wonder if i should call and tell somebody i'm in Boise. I just don’t know what to do and i'm a little bit mad that Scott left me alone.    

Another bit of another dream i remember, i’m at my high school. I’m trying to find my car in the parking lot. There’s so much traffic coming in and out i’m afraid i’m going to get hit by a car. Everything’s all jumbled up. Like the cars aren’t parked in any order, just every which way. I think that even if i find my car i may not be able to get out if i’m blocked in.  

The Greatest Show on Earth

Odd circus-like atmosphere to the dream but with a dark apocalyptic Mad Max-ish feel also.  I’m part of a small group of travelers. Four of us in an old Ford Falcon convertible. It’s faded to a very pale blue from all the years weathering in the sun. There’s not a bit of “shine” left on the finish. Sand blasted.

We’re on a dusty road. It’s near the end of the day. Dusk. The sun is sinking below the horizon just to our left behind remains of ?burnt trees.  Maybe telephone poles? We’re approaching a little town built on the side of the road and into the side of a mountain.  It reminds me of an Old West ghost town but with weird sideshow people populating it. The colors in the dream are muted dusty jewel tones. Reds, greens, blues, golds. It’s very pretty but fuzzy. Like soft focus.  Dreamy. There are people milling about in the street. 

It’s like some kind of biker party except the “rides” are more varied. There are bikes and trikes and cars like the one my party is in. Old, but functional. A woman wants to ?show me something, introduce me to somebody? I don’t want to leave my group but where she wants me to follow is a car parked nearby and within sight of them so i follow her. Another girl is in the backseat of this other car. She looks exhausted and is half asleep. The seats are covered in serapes that are worn but i can tell they were once bright and pretty. The first lady wants me to come with them and the backseat lady is nodding in agreement. I’ve very uncomfortable and want to get back to my friends but feel like if i don’t handle the situation right all hell will break loose. 

That’s all i remember now but i’m pretty sure there was more.    

The calendar

I’m at work. It looks like the old Water’s Edge office. I’m trying to log my work time and can’t figure out why i’ve worked the 1^st through the 6^th. I ask Susan (from elementary school) how it can be that i’ve worked six days straight when a work week is only five days. She can’t explain but understands the dilemma. I’m really puzzled and keep looking at my wall calendar over and over. I realize that something is wrong with the calendar and some days have been removed. With a start i realize i’ve missed an appointment because of the mix-up.

I have multiple calendars so i toss the one that is ‘bad’ and move the ‘good’ one to center it now that the other is gone. I can’t decide whether to cover up my Yellow Submarine print or another charcoal drawing (i no longer remember what it pictured).  I really don’t want to cover either but finally decide to cover the black and white picture. I have ANOTHER calendar and i take that one down to by where i’m sitting. The only place to hang it is on the wall behind the coat rack. I figure it’ll be okay there. As long as there are no coats hanging on the rack i can see the calendar. 

Tequila dreams

I'm in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams and i’m trying to find the way to get to the Disney level. I see families with Disney memorabilia walking so i go in the opposite direction thinking that i’ll find more signs as i get closer to where i want to be. There are lots of narrow escalators and i see one that looks promising but it’s blocked by some people looking at an electronic sign. The people are excited about it – it’s a new Disney feature that allows you to be projected into one of several different Disney movies. I think it’s a pretty cool concept too but i really want to get on that escalator and say “excuse me” loudly so they move enough to let me through.  I’m on the escalator going down. It’s very steep and i can’t see the bottom. It’s almost like a ride but not too scary. 

As i descend, my surroundings become much more “metal” like i’m in a Geiger painting. At the bottom of the escalator there is chaos. Hundreds of black ops soldiers chasing down other soldiers. I can’t tell which side it the “good” side and which side is the “bad” side. Both sides are being brutally murdered and i’m just trying to find another escalator to get to another level. I’m confused and not sure if what i’m seeing is a “reality” or some sort of Disney effect. It feels real. As i watch the mayhem, i see a large wave of ?energy sweep the black ops soldiers off into a containment area. They are alive but each one is swept into a body sized indentation in the floor of this giant metal room. As i watch, a thick iron “lid” slides over each soldier in their individual graves and traps them. Then water begins to fill the room and some of the soldiers begin to scream in terror although most of them are stoic as you’d expect a Special Forces soldier to be. 

The screams of the few men are very upsetting to me but as i continue to watch, a molded metal sarcophagus appears on top of every grave and all sound is silenced. I’m badly shaken by this sight and get the feeling that these were “the bad guys” but i still don’t feel anything positive from the outcome. I return to the previous level. The people that were blocking me from entering the escalator earlier are still admiring the electronic sign and i’m surprised that nobody realized what just happened at the other level. I make my way back through the mall and just want to get out of there.

 

Now i’m in ?an arcade? playing a game. It’s a large flat panel, about the size of an oversized book. Like a coffee table book. There’s a sort of maze-like path in white on a dark, either black or dark blue, background. There’re two little cars. The object of this game is for the second car (represents me, the player) to keep up with the first car as it drives through the maze. I’m keeping up really well but then get sidetracked in one of the maneuvers so i have to start over again. This goes on for many times. Each time i am able to keep up with th first car for longer and longer, but eventually lose track as we go through “rooms” of open space. There are some people watching me play and they are telling me that i must stop the first car from reaching its destination or we’ll all die. I’m trying and it’s kind of fun, i don’t really feel pressured to win but just want to just to do it. Finally, i keep up with the first car, all through the mazes and open spaces and i’m just about to reach the end game where the first car leave the game through a line of code and i have to follow to turn the game into reality when Mike says something to me and i lose my concentration. I’m really pissed because i was SO CLOSE.

Great dreams! Very disorientating and disturbing. 

Conspiracy Wombats

I’ve had an epiphany and now know that the American Civil War was allowed to happen so that, while people were occupied with the war, the government could kill/murder/eradicate the Indians. Having read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee i realize the truth of my conspiracy theory. Knowing that, i can see that everything that is going on today (wars, murders, genocide) is a cover for more dire things happening of which most people aren’t even aware.  I’m in a room with several display tables. There are a few other people in the room, some manning the tables, some just wandering about. I have a magic marker and an easel holding a giant pad of paper as tall as i am. I’m writing down the conspiracy theory about the Civil War and the Indians and i’ve filled up one page and have started on the next. I specifically remember writing down the part of having read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.

  

Another dream. It’s in a house i’m not familiar with but i know the man who owns it and his son. It’s night time and i’m outside in the yard ?because i hear something? and out on the lawn i see some kind of creature. It’s furry and about the size of a large rabbit but it’s got a square shaped head, a square shaped body – sort of stout looking – and a short tail with a tuft of fur on the end. Like a lion tail but much shorter. These creatures have soft looking fur all over them that’s fluffier on the head and torso and shorter on the legs and tail (before the tuft). I’m fascinated and want to get closer but i have no idea what these animals are or what their temperament might be. I walk out further into the yard and realize there are hundreds of these things spread out over the yard in little groups of three to five. Some are smaller and i guess those are children. They move a lot like rabbits. Kind of a hop hop walk motion. I decide to go around to the back yard and go back inside. In the back yard there are more of these creatures and some regular rabbits. Then Hazel is there with me and the man who owns the house comes out the back door and is yelling at me because Hazel broke through the door (like that’s MY fault??). I tell him that Hazel is smart enough to go out the doggy door in the front of the house and run around to get to me and i don’t know why he’s mad at me because she’s not my dog anyways. He and his son board up the door with some plywood but while they’re doing that Hazel busts through it again. I’m wondering what’s going on with her because i know without a doubt that she knows to go through the dog door and go around. Then the man and his son are bringing out some kind of blow-up pond that was in the room that the door leads into. He’s really mad at me because the room has to be completely dismantled and it’s going to be a lot of work. I get a vision of what the room was. It was decorated like a pond in the woods and had butterflies and frogs and all kinds of stuff you’d see at a pond. Tiger lily’s and pitcher plants. Pretty cool but very dusty and worn. The son tells the dad that maybe it’s a good thing to take it all down so it can be cleaned up and restored to what it’s supposed to be. While that’s going on, one of the funny creatures has gotten close to me and i can’t resist petting it. It’s got little square white chiclet teeth like a human child and the corner of one tooth nicks my finger. It doesn’t draw blood but i wonder if i should worry about rabies. I make a conscious decision to “wait and see” even though it would mean dying of rabies but i really don’t want anybody to hurt the little creatures on my account. I feel fairy certain i won’t get rabies.

Warning/reminding dream:  I have to pee and i sit on the toilet and start to pee. As soon as i hear the sound of my pee hitting the waster i get upset because i remember i’m supposed to collect every bit for my 24 hour test and now i’m going to have to start over on another day.  

*sigh* Today IS the 24 hour collect my pee day for creatinine clearance test. Such a pain in the ass.

Those creatures were very cute. I had the idea that they were some type of wombat and rabbit mixed.

The conspiracy theory was stupid. Why would a government let two parts of the same country kill each other like in the civil war just so the people wouldn’t notice government wiping out another  race of people that many people wanted dead anyways? It didn’t make sense to me even in the dream. It’s been a long time since i read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee and don‘t know what prompted it to bubble up from my unconscious. Maybe what's going on in Libya? America is all supportive of the underdogs now like we're all holy and special but we've got a lot of blood on  our paws too. Unfair.    

Three Dreams

I’m in a place that could be either work or school related. I’m in a room or dormitory full of other girls. Two are leaving to have all their blood removed. I think how scary it must be to let them take all your blood out and kill you even knowing that it’s only temporary and you’ll be revived after a few days. Then, with a jolt, i realize my time is up in only a couple of days but i’m going to have the morphine/suffocation which doesn’t seem quite as frightening. I know that two other girls have already been “mothballed” using the morphine/suffocation. It just seems easier, in my opinion, to come back after suffocation than it would after exsanguination.

It’s a large outdoor theatre in a clearing in the woods. We, the audience, are sitting on wooden bleachers on one side of the clearing. The trees are full and green and the whole setting is very beautiful. It’s night time and the air is soft, not too warm, not too cool. The actors/dancers are on elevated planks or walkways among the leafy part of the trees. I’m viewing from above them and can see it from an omniscient perspective. [I’m not sure what kind of view the audience would have but fuck ‘em, it’s my dream!]  

There are four actors/dancers. Three men and one woman. They are all wearing spandex body suits. One actor is the great Patrick Stewart in all his glorious baldness! As the dance/play continues and they work their way down the series of planks towards the ground, they begin to perform some really daring and dangerous moves. The youngest of the men uses a metal cable to swing from one plank to one much lower. He grabs the cable and i’m afraid he’s going to cut himself in half if he doesn’t get it right the first time. He appears to fly to the next level and lands as gracefully as a cat. He still has the cable. Next is the lady. She’s going the use the cable like a zip line. The other man still at her level is holding the cable and if the trick isn’t done right, he could lose all his fingers. The lady goes zipping down towards the lower level where the other man is and lands safely. Now it’s just the two men, Patrick Stewart and the other. I’m anxious to see how they manage to get down to the next level and they both, simultaneously, are slung down like from a big slingshot. It’s amazing and the audience is clapping excitedly. Now i can see that the other man that was with Patrick Stewart is Robert Plant. I can tell by his golden curly hair. Now all of them are on the ground. The grass is very green and thick but well kept. As they jog their way towards the audience i notice another man come out from the trees to join them. It’s Jimmy Page! He and Robert come together and embrace as  old friends. I’m back in the bleachers now watching with everybody else. There are tears falling from Jimmy Page’s eyes and my eyes.   

One more. Scott, Mike and i are in a coliseum to see a concert. As we enter, the man at the door grabs me to make sure i have all the tickets and i do. He smiles and waves us through and i tear the tickets apart at the perforation and hand one to Mike and one to Scott. We look at the numbers on the direction signs above the sections. My instinct is to go right but Scott takes off to the left and i follow since it really doesn’t matter and whichever way we take will lead us back to where we are. 




"Then, with a jolt, i realize my time is up in only a couple of days..."  Truly how i felt when my doctor went over my lab results with me. If i want my kidneys to function for as long as i need them too, i have to start taking my condition seriously and eliminate most protein (blood, exsanguinate) from my diet. I'm truly bummed about it too.   

Peppermint Starlight

I’m with some ladies from work. Tracy is the only one i really notice. She’s at the front of the line and i’m at the back of the line and there’re maybe four or five ladies between us. We’re walking through trees on what seems to be an animal path. It’s barely noticeable but Tracy isn’t having any problem following it. Tracy and i both notice that the pine trees we’re walking through are peppermint trees! There are bright red starlight mints on the tip of some of the branches. Tracy wants one but the one closest to her is way over her head. The one by me isn’t out of reach and i reach up and pull the branch towards me to pluck it off. The mint is attached with a strong fibrous stem. I happen to have a cutlery set of fork, spoon, and knife rolled in a paper napkin (like from a restaurant) and i pull out the table knife to saw away at the stem with the serrated edge. When i finally cut it loose i see that it’s fancier than just a starlight mint and actually it looks more like a piece of Christmas candy that has the little objects in the center. I’m excited to taste it and open up its “shell” or wrapper. There’s a tick inside. I toss the tick out into the woods and walk up the line to where Tracy is and hand her the candy. I tell her she can have if she wants to i don’t want any because ticks are dirty. She laughs and says she doesn’t want it either and tosses it off into the woods. I look around me and can easily spot the starlight mints at the end of the pine branches. There aren’t a lot really and i’m surprised because i know that MILLIONS have to be harvested to keep all the stores stocked. Tracy and i discuss and conclude that the mints on these trees are sparse because these are wild trees. The orchards where they grow starlight mints are tended and probably produce tons of mints per tree.

We leave the woods and enter a house via the ?attic and the dream changes.

There’s new plywood flooring being put down on the attic so that when you enter from the one side like i just did, the floor is all one level but if you enter from the other side, from inside the house, you go under the floor to where all the stuff is stored. Pretty clever, i thought!

Morning confusion

The only dreams i remember well now are the ones between Strawberry Fields snoozes but i think they pretty much represent the type of dreams i had all night (when i wasn’t awake, tossing and turning).

In the dream, i’m asleep and Strawberry Fields comes on. I hit the button but can’t remember if i hit the snooze button or the off button and decide i better just get up. I dump out a suitcase full of clothes onto my bed to find something to wear. I put on socks and shoes and realize i need to pee. I leave the room and i’m in some sort of giant ?cafeteria or maybe an airport terminal. I walk past many people sitting on wooden benches until i find where the restroom is and i remember that bathroom always has urine all over the floors and no doors on the stalls so i decide to walk further and find a bathroom that’s not gross. Now i’m in a mall. I don’t think it’s the one i go to sometimes in dreams. It seems different. There aren’t any stores, just store fronts. A giant bubble on a stick and i are running from the Stasi. I’m a giant bubble too i think or dressed up to look like one. Puppets? We’re running but trying to look like we’re not running. We get to a deserted part of the mall and it feels safe for the moment so we slow down. I’m still looking for a bathroom when REAL Strawberry Fields comes on again. I hit snooze and immediately fall back into the dream. I’m in my room again and looking for something to wear. I’m running late and grab some socks to put on. I’m annoyed because i know i’ve already dressed once this morning and can’t understand why i need to put socks on again and why i can’t find the socks i was wearing. As i’m running from my room to get to work i go out into the big cafeteria again. People are running all around me and i’m running and trying to figure out if Strawberry Fields is off or on snooze but when i hit some buttons i clear off the time and date. I see two workmen on a scaffold near the door and ask one of the men what the date is. He tells me the time is 7:35 which i already knew so i ask again what is the date. It’s like he doesn’t understand the question. I ask him if today is the 30th and he says it is but i’m not really convinced he knows what the date is. Just as i’m about to run out the door Strawberry Fields wakes me up and this time i get up.


I vaguely remember a dream from the middle of the night. The number 10-27 and thinking i should remember that in case it’s a winning number for the scratch off. I want to tell somebody that i’m afraid but don’t want to upset another person with my fear. Thinking about getting a gun so i can kill myself if it gets too scary and deciding not too because it’s easier to hang myself with available materials...

I am feeling pretty nervous about world events these days.

Oh! I just remembered another dream. My period is starting and i’m upset because i just finished it. I’m ranting about being on my period all the time but when i check my calendar i can see that it’s been almost a month and it’s time to cycle again but for some reason i can’t remember any of the time passing between periods.

Pretty much i had shit dreams all night i think. I’m exhausted this morning.

Merritt Island

I decided that maybe i should go back to Merritt Island and see if it might be a place i could live again, on my own. Scott is driving me. He’s driving fast, like 65 mph and i’m pretty sure the speed limit is only like 35 mph and tell him he better slow it down or he’s going to get a ticket. He just laughs and keeps on zooming in and out between the slower cars. The town is still old Florida and i’m relieved because i was afraid it would be all condos and strip malls. I’m telling Scott about the old bridge that mom used to drive us over.  It was the only way to get across to where the library is. It was an old wooden bridge that we called The Troll Bridge because it was so rickety.

Now i’m alone and on a bed on the old bridge but the bridge no longer crosses all the way over to the other side. It’s more like a dock i guess. It’s a nice place to sleep though with the palm trees and the water. As i’m lying on my side i notice a shadow in the water among the cattails. At first i think it’s a gator and i’m a little nervous but not too much because it’s in the water and i’m out of reach. Then i notice the shape of it and realize it’s a hippo! I know that hippos are really dangerous and unpredictable and i’m keeping very still so it won’t try to charge at me. I fall asleep inside the dream i guess and when i wake up inside the dream again, i notice that the hippo is gone but there’s another shadow near the foot of my bed and i realize it’s an alligator and i wake up for real with my heart pounding in my chest.

Life was good when we lived in Merritt Island. Mom was happy. Dad was happy. We could watch the rockets taking men to the moon from our driveway. We went to the beach all the time. Watched the surfers at Cocoa Beach while we ate hot dogs steamed in beer at Lum’s. The stained glass doors at Shakey’s Pizza and the music and watching the piano player. Racing the shadows the clouds made on the ground. Making little boats out of scrap wood for my trolls. Those three years were probably the last time my family was all happy. I’m sure it’s probably all condos and strip malls now. I miss it old Florida. Living by the ocean. Live oaks covered with Spanish moss. The sweet, sweet smell of the orange groves and cactus flowers. Pastures full of those weird Indian cows. Brahmas. The occasional alligator in the canal. Rain storms that were only on one side of the street. Being five years old. Ha! I just remembered. Dad put up two long shelves in my room where i could keep all my stuffed toys. One night i woke up and saw that there was an alligator on the lower shelf, hiding among my stuffed toys. I ran screaming to the other end of the house to mom and dad’s room and told dad there was an alligator in my room. He jumped out of bed and we ran back to my bedroom. He turned on the light but there wasn’t an alligator on the shelf. I’m pretty sure he believed me. He checked under the bed and in the closet with a flashlight. He didn’t get mad or anything. 

Ghetto Home Depot

The part of the dream i remember starts with me in my car ?leaving work? and getting onto a highway. It’s a total cluster fuck in the work parking lot and it takes me a while to get out of there. As i’m merging on to the highway, i see a big white boat of a car (‘ 75 –‘78 caddy maybe) going the wrong way up the big curved access ramp. I don’t know if i should exit off and come around to make sure nobody is hurt by the idiot or just keep on going. I must’ve kept going because now i’m in an older  neighborhood. It looks a little rough and i’m trying to find a safe place to park my car. I pull on to one street and immediately feel like it’s a mistake and turn around. It reminds me of southwest Raleigh, around Saunders Street. Kinda ghetto. I go a few blocks closer to my destination and find a place that seems okay. I go into a store and get in line. It’s a really junky store and the merchandise is all jumbled and stacked up everywhere. I hear somebody in the line ahead of me call it Home Depot so i guess it’s a Home Depot but not like any i’ve ever been in. The floor is wood plank and other than the space for the line of people, there’s no order to anything. There is an older couple in the line directly in front of me and, to pass the time, i tell them about the idiot driver going the wrong way up the highway access ramp. They have the expected reaction of shock. The line of people is getting shorter and we’re almost to the check-out counter. The woman running the cash register looks familiar (i think she might be me). There’s another person behind the counter that looks like a character from an R.Crumb cartoon. It’s a really ugly person and it’s hard to tell if it’s a man or a woman. It walks from behind the counter and cuts through the line in front of me and i see it’s a woman. A really ugly woman. As she passes by me she practically gets in my face and looks directly into my eyes. I realize she’s a lesbian and is wondering if i’m a lesbian too because i don’t wear any makeup. When she gets back behind the counter i look at the guy behind me in line and raise my eyebrows like “YIKES!” Then the older couple is paying and i’m up next. I don’t even know what i’m buying. A small box of something. I can tell by the print on the box that it’s something cheap from China or Taiwan. The price is printed right on the package and i want to be ready when it’s my turn to check out so i pull a five dollar bill out of my wallet and some various coins out of the change compartment. I notice that the serial number on the five dollar bill is 420 and show it to the dude behind me. We kind of laugh at that and as i hand the five to the lady behind the counter it falls out of my hand and onto the floor. I look under the counter and pick up a bill and hand it to the lady but it’s a really ratty one dollar bill, not my five. I look again and find my five with the 420 on it and hand it over along with some change.

I leave the store and realize i don’t remember where i parked my car. It’s dark outside, like twilight. I start walking in the direction i think it is and keep pressing the emergency button on the key fob. I walk on to the street i’d first driven down and turned around. There are a bunch of guys playing basketball and i turn around to go back the way i came hoping they don’t notice me because i’m afraid they’ll hurt me. I’m walking up a kind of park or square. The sidewalk is under an arbor that has green vines growing on it. As i’m walking back towards the Home Depot, a van with a speaker on top is driving on the road next to the sidewalk. He’s driving slowly by me. When he gets right next to me he speaks over the loudspeaker and says something including “Sabrina Eyerich” and i wonder if he knows me since he knows Sabrina. I’m still pressing the emergency button on my key fob hoping i’ll find my car and as i walk around the corner of a big brick building like a bank i hear my car alarm go off. Yay! I’m happy. There is a couple sitting in lawn chairs right behind my car and i ask them to move so i can drive away.

I wake up to the sound of loud static. It took a few minutes to realize i was awake and the static was really the sound of heavy rain falling. 

Studying the great white sharks

I know this place. I’ve dreamed here before. It’s a large park or maybe a campus. There’s a very large swimming pool in one section and a large indoor “pond” in another section, separated by a wooded area. There are pine-straw covered paths through the woods and i know if i follow them, they'll lead to a mound with monuments. Maybe a graveyard? 

I’m inside the building that houses the large indoor pond. Normally there are orcas and great whites in the pond. The pond has been partially drained and there are scientists all along the perimeter of the pond with all kinds of equipment. There’s a man scientist closest to me and i ask him what’s going on. He says they’re doing a study on something to do with the pond but i don’t understand what he’s talking about. I ask him if the orcas have been moved somewhere and he says they have. I start to tell him about the great whites that also live in the pond (in case they don’t know) and just then a HUGE great white surfaces right next to us. It’s as big as a whale and startles me by being so close. The scientist man isn’t perturbed at all by it though. There’s a lady scientist over by a wall looking at some ?ultrasound machine and i go over to talk to her. She’s very pretty. I still don’t understand what they’re studying but i’m intrigues by all the equipment and how the pond is all messed up. Not only is it partially drained, there are large mountains of red mud where the bottom has been disturbed and now sticks up out of the water in some places. The whole time i’m trying to keep an eye out for great whites because even though they scare me, they also fascinate me. The lady scientist has a circuit board in her hands. It’s about the size of a pad of paper – 8x12 or so. I see a little spider on it and put out my finger so the spider can get on my hand. The lady scientist is watching intently but doesn’t seem to think it odd that i would want to let the spider walk on me. As we watch the little spider, a straw-like tube appears on one of my fingers and i can’t see the spider anymore. The lady scientist pulls up the little tube – it’s sticky and made out of spider silk – and puts it back on top of the circuit board. The spider is apparently in the little tube.

I walk further around the pond to the next scientist. Another man. He’s younger than the others but still older than me. I think i’m a kid in the dream so he’s maybe in his twenties. He’s got a beard. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up and i notice that his beard is the same color as the hair on his arms. I tell him about the swimming pool on the other side of the park and how it also has great whites in it. He seems surprised at this news and i tell him about the time i went swimming in the pool because i didn’t know about the sharks. I tell him how some people swim in the pond too even though we all knew about the great whites. At least in the pool you can see them under the surface but in the pond, they’re hidden by the dark water. I can’t tell if he’s really interested in what i’m saying or if he’s just amused and patronizing me. I like him though and want to stay and watch what he’s doing. I also want to feed the sharks some bread i’ve brought (like they’re ducks or something!) but he tells me to wait and watch. 

As i watch, another man scientist brings a bull into the pond. The bull has longish hair (a winter coat) and is very large, almost mythical seeming. The bull is under the water and harnessed to some poles. I can see it through a glass wall and realize that the bull is for the sharks to feed on.  I ask the scientist if the bull will drown because it doesn’t seem to be having any difficulty being underwater and i don’t want the sharks to eat it while it’s alive.  I’m getting very agitated out of concern for the bull but the sharks ignore it completely. I can't even see the sharks because they'are on the other sides of the pond. The young scientist says that the sharks won’t feed if they’re not hungry which surprises me because i thought they were always hungry. I still want the bull to drown so it won’t suffer (although it doesn’t seem to be suffering any as it stands there waiting to be eaten).

Now i’m in a house, in a kitchen, and wanting to get some toast to take out to the pond (different pond, outside) to take outside to feed the great whites. ?? has a big stack of toast made from a large roundish loaf of bread. That person (i can’t remember if it’s a male or a female) sets it down on a stove burner next to some bacon. It’s breakfast! I ask if i can take the toast to feed the sharks and the person and my mom both say “NO!” at the same time. There’s a man chef in the kitchen too. I’m annoyed by the layout of the kitchen and am being kind of bitchy to mom, asking why there’s the one narrow opening to get in and out. That’s all i remember.

Lots of great whites but they weren’t as frightening to me like they usually are. What is it with feeding bread to the sharks? Even though i never actually got to feed them, i kept seeing the results from other times/dreams when i did feed them. They get all excited like giant carp and clump up and stir up the water so it gets all bubbly and frothy. It's scary but i love to see it.

dream saturation

I remember dreaming about telling somebody about my dream. That kind of dream is sort of a rip-off. Dream saturation i guess.

Other dream:

Mike, me, Cathy, Scott, ?Hank, and one other man in Scott’s SUV. Something vaguely about a vacation we’re going on. Normally i sit shotgun but i’m in the back seat. Cathy is by the left door, i’m next to her, ?Hank is next to me and some other rather large dude is by the other door which leaves Mike to ride shotgun. He’s got the seat pushed as far back as he can and laid back as flat as it can get so he’s practically in the back seat. I ask him if he wants to trade places with me because i’d forgotten how much he doesn’t like to ride in front. He and the guy behind him trade spots and it’s much better. We go to a gas station/grocery store place. We’re stopping to get something to eat but i don’t know what i want. Cathy picks up some package (looks like easter egg dye kit) that’s supposed to be a beverage you mix up from powder that makes a really good tasting green meal replacement drink. I’ve never heard of it but decide to try it since Cathy recommended it. There’s a line of people, including my friends, in the checkout line. I see a man i know also in line. It’s Art! He looks like he’s lost weight in his face and i tell him he looks good. He knows i don’t really like him and is sort of cold to me but i don’t care. I get in the end of the line and when it’s my turn to pay, all my pals are back in the car waiting for me. The man at the register says “That’ll be $10.35” and i pull out my wallet to pay with cash. My wallet is full of bills and they’re all mixed up. I try to hand him a twenty but as i hand it over i realize it’s a one. I take it back and got to pull out another bill that i’m sure is a twenty but as i’m riffling through the bills i see a ten so i put the twenty back and get out the ten and hand it to the man. Then i go into the change part of the wallet to get out the change and there are a lot of dimes and pennies so i’m counting them out. The people in the line behind me are getting impatient. Finally i get the right change out and pay and leave. When i get back in the car (shotgun!) i’m kind of pissed because i realize i just paid ten dollars for a drink. I say something to that effect to Cathy and she said she didn’t think it was a big deal and i get mad and tell her that i don’t make nearly as much money as she does and ten dollars is too much to pay for a sweet beverage. We’re in a room now – a motel room i think – and i open the drink package. Inside the box is a clear plastic packet of Incredible Hulk green sugary crystals. I watch what Cathy does and do the same. I put it in the plastic cup shaped like a barrel (somehow that comes in the flat box but i don't really think about it in the dream" and add water. Put the lid on the barrel cup and shake it up and then put the straw in the hole in the lid. It tastes really good! Lemony-lime slushy taste. It’s still not worth 10 bucks i don’t think, but it’s supposed to quell all hunger and thirst like a full meal so i’ll have to wait and see. That’s all i remember. 

Margaritaville plane over Disney

I’m at Disney in Orlando with my family. Audree, Lois, mom and dad and me. We’re watching planes take off. There are two long reflecting pools divided by greenery.  Next to the reflecting pools are the sidewalks that the pedestrians walk through to get to or from the park. My family and i are sitting on a blanket on grass having a picnic. We must be on a hill because we are looking down onto the planes and the reflecting pools. It’s very pretty and the water in the pools is a dark rich blue color, like deep ocean. Most of the planes i see are just regular airline kind of jets and they all look alike from above. They’re white and evenly spaced. The planes go in to the park on the “right” side and there are people all along the sidewalk walking in the same direction. The planes leaving the park are coming towards me on the left side and there are people walking in the same direction, leaving the park. Dad and i are talking when a very loud prop plane comes zooming out of the park. It doesn’t stay over the reflecting pool lane but takes off in a steeper climb. As it turns across the path of the incoming planes i see it’s some strange homemade vehicle and doesn’t have a back. It’s the cockpit and a few seats behind the cockpit, and there’s some plastic netting at the back to keep shit from falling out. The family inside is a couple of blonde kids, a boy and girl, the mom is in the passenger seat of the cockpit (co-pilot seat, i guess) and there’s some guy hanging off the side of the plane behind the wing which comes directly off the nosecone of the plane. Totally rigged up piece of junk it looks like. Like a bunch of hillbillies in a station wagon except it’s got wings and is flying. The man hanging off the side has crazy light colored hair. He reminds me of Sammy Hagar. There’s an umbrella hanging from his pocket by its hooked handle. He’s wearing cargo pants (of course!) and the umbrella is pulling at his pants because of the turbulence. As dad and i watch, the umbrella tears loose from the pocket and comes back towards Earth like a missile. We’re both concerned about the people on the paths coming and going and are a little bit outraged that this plane was even allowed to take off, being all open like it is so that stuff can easily fly out.

A silly, pretty dream.

Stack, grow, climb

Two dreams i remember featured shelves. In the first one, i am examining a shelf in a cubicle (it might be my former cubicle when my company leased space in Dillard Drive in Cary). The shelf looks like plastic but is really steel. It’s a stacking shelf and only three shelves deep currently. I notice that the top shelf is loose and when i inspect it closer it’s actually two tops, one place over the other. I think that the person who built this shelf purposely chose an extra top for later expansion.

The second dream is less clear now and i’m not sure what the “tale” of the dream was but the part i remember that seems to contain a resonating message is i’m seated on a couch in a ?living room or maybe a lounge or waiting room. Besides myself, there is somebody that is there for me (my friend versus random stranger) and a Japanese family consisting of the young father and mother, a toddler boy and an infant child (i think also a boy). There are two couches on either side of a coffee table. My friend and i are chatting and not really paying attention to the family across the table from us. The family is interacting among themselves in Japanese. I notice the toddler wanders off through a set of sliding glass doors onto a cement patio. I don’t really think much of it at first and keep talking with my friend but, as i’m facing the glass doors and can see the toddler, i’m casually watching him because it doesn’t seem like his parents noticed that he’s wandered off and they’re busy cooing over little baby. There’s a high redwood fence around the patio so i’m not too concerned about the child's safety and think he's probably safe enough but as i watch he begins to climb what looks like chain link fence that is leaning up against the redwood fence. (I think now that it was really the metal skeleton of a bed but it was metal and linked similar to chain-link except the spaces were much smaller and more diamond shaped). As the child is climbing i interrupt the couple to say “I think you should pay attention to your child” and the mom gives the baby to the father and quickly retrieves her climbing son. 

For some reason, after i awoke and remembered these dreams i was inspired to think of a shelf in terms of a means to climb - a sort of stackable ladder. The meshed chain is a ladder made of connected loops.  My impression of ladders is that they take you higher. Although you also use them to come down from a high place, or descend into a deeper place, when i think “ladder” i always just think “up”. Growing up? Rising? Escaping?