I’ve found a collection of record albums. I don’t know where they came from. As i’m going through them they’re all the same artist. A man i don’t recognize other than by name and reputation for being a bigot. The albums are old but in good shape and i don’t know what to do with them. Two of the albums are sets of four albums with photo albums included so they are thick and pretty heavy. Then there are a couple of just single albums in their covers. I decide to take the collection and go listen to this guy who happens to be playing live in front of a store in a little town. The audience is sitting in wooden chairs right out in the street and the street is kind of dusty. The musician is sitting in a chair on a wooden porch in front of a hardware store. Kid Rock? The whole setup looks like a set from a Clint Eastern western or a Hollywood ghost town. There are some fliers posted on the wooden building. Pictures of Bessie Smith? Mom is sitting beside me and i’m trying to read the posters and fliers. I really don’t want this musician to be a racist but the more i read the more i see that it’s true. I say to mom “Maybe he only wants for black and white to be separate” and as soon as i say it out loud i realize that’s totally racist and i realize i can’t stay to hear the music. I take the collection of albums and walk into a large shed with tables inside. It’s very dusty. I decide to just leave the collection in there and whoever wanted it could have it. I put the stuff down on the table. The table has some other dust-covered stuff on it too. Oil lamps, cigar boxes, a container of nuts and bolts. As i turn to leave the shed, a little girl comes from behind the table and starts asking me questions. I tell her that i’m leaving the albums for whoever wants them and leave.
Mom and i are walking across a grassy field between houses. Looks like farmland. As we’re making our way a shadow overtakes the sun, which has been shining big and brightly overhead. This shadow is the shape of a zeppelin and has long tendrils coming off it. At first i think they’re loose ropes trailing behind until i see them begin to wrap around the Sun and begin to devour the light. The shadow is coming towards us and i yell to mom “Run!” and we run towards some clothes lines with clothes drying on them next to to a vegetable garden that has several rows of runner beans to hide behind. That’s all i remember. The coming of the shadow was very frightening to me. I didn’t think we would survive.
The streamers eating the sun were prompted by watching Iron Man II last night. The bad guy had what looked like chains or whips of electric power he used to fight. Pretty cool.
Another dream, it’s at my current house but when it was in its original location. The deck running along the back, the flagstone, the gazebo attached to the deck… all of that. It’ me and mom and dad and there’s some kind of picnic or cookout happening. There are several people there i don’t know. A large man, a couple of women with children…. a car drives up. Dark and long like an old Lincoln but very shiny. Another large man gets out. He was a professional football player and everybody flocks around him and welcomes him. ?Don Meredith? There’s an ironing board standing near the back of the house on the flagstones at the foot of the stairs where the deck begins. Me, dad, Don Meredith, one of the mothers (not mine) and a little girl with blonde hair are all standing next to the ironing board with one hand laying flat on top. There’s an old rotary dial phone on the tapered end of the board and it’s plugged in to the house. We’re listening? or waiting? for a series of keywords that will trigger a ?phone call. There’s a lamp on the wider end of the ironing board and i keep turning the switch so the light goes on and off. Don Meredith is telling a funny story and nobody is really paying attention to whatever it is we’re supposed to be doing. I have to keep reminding people to listen for the keyword. That’s all i remember.
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