In the dream i’m supposed to be giving a concert to a small group of random people in a ?library? I have an electric blue Stratocaster and the sound is much too large for the room so i’m hesitant about playing. There’re two girls/women sitting across the table from me. I realize i know them from a long time ago, like from high school. I never really knew them but i recognize them. I decide to go home and pack up my strat and walk out the door. I’m barefoot. I’m walkiing home. One of the women from my past is walking with me and i don’t really want her to stay with me because i don’t want to have to be sociable. I just want to walk at my own pace. We’re walking along the side of a heavily traveled two lane black top road. We’re right on the outskirts of a town. Is it Manassas? Seems kind of dilapidated and bleak like Manassas. As i’m walking i’m thinking i’ll head down towards the water paths because i haven’t been there in a long time and it’ll be a lot easier to walk in the shade of the trees on the wooden road that winds through there.
Somehow the dream morphs and in remembering it would seem to be completely unrelated to the other dream, but the guitar seems to be pertinent so i don’t know if it’s just dream blur or i’m completely forgetting a part.
The woman who was walking with me and two men are in a pretty large silver vehicle. It might be a spaceship or an airstream trailer. One of the men is seated in a reclining seat and he’s naked. His skin is alabaster white. So white i can hardly believe he’s real. He’s got black spots spattered over his torso. The contrast is striking. The woman and other man with me and i are all staring at the black spots but my eyes keep dropping down to look at his pubic area. The hair on his crotch is blonde. I’m embarrassed and quickly raise my eyes back to his spots. I’m confused because i didn’t notice if he had a penis or not, and my eyes start to drift down again but again, as soon as i see the blond pubes i raise my eyes up again without checking out his goodies. We’re all planning on going outside and i’m concerned that his white skin will burn easily because there’s no shade on the road. I ask him if he has sunblock to put on. As i ask, i’m noticing that his face is somewhat tanned and i put my hand to his cheek in a kind of caress and worry that he hasn’t been protecting his face from the sun and will have a wrinkled sun-tanned face while the rest of his perfect body stays young and unblemished. Another very white person, a younger man, comes from somewhere in the back part of the vehicle. He’s also naked and also has the spattering of black spots on his torso. He looks exactly like the reclined man except a younger version. The black spots are mesmerizing me.
Both these dreams, or both parts if they were one dream, felt very emotionally charged. I remember that seeing the black spots reminded me of what tiny shotgun pellets look like on a cadaver. It has been a long time since i dreamed of the water paths. I love that place. Except when the path is in disrepair and the crocodiles are strew all over my path. Last night though i think the paths were intact and well above the water. I was really looking forward to being there.
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