Friday, August 10, 2007

Dream number 2: The Revolutionary Ape

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I'm part of a revolutionary group of some sort. The cabal meets somwhere up north near Santa Fe (second dream this night about going north). In order to get there I have to jump a train and then hop off and run a long way. I think to myself that I'm running 10 miles a day because of this. It's night. I train up to the area and jump off, but it doesn't look like I think it should. In my mind, it should be a big, empty area, with dirt roads carved across the desert. But now there are houses, small adobe jobs, not in long rows like usual neighborhoods, but rather gridded out one by one. I think I can still find my way, but... I go around one house, but the road jogs off to one side and I'm uncertain. I start off anyhow, trying to be quiet so that I don't attract any attention. The cops are around, they're looking for us, and there may even be a chopper somewhere overhead. I get to a long stretch of road that finally looks right and start running. The dirt road is caked, cracked clay, almost bubbly in texture. I'm trying to stay upright, but my body simply insists that I go on all fours, loping like a gorilla. I keep fighting to run upright, switching back and forth.

(I have often dreamed about having to go long distances and finding that I can cover much more ground on all fours. Why is that?)

Dream number 1: Singing Soccer Player

Lucky 7 potatoes at O'Neils early in evening, pasta with cream sauce & broccoli, beer.

I play on a soccer team. We also apparently put on musicals, because we're at the house of one of the players (are we highschoolers?), and we need to get rolling to hit Santa Fe and get on stage on time. But no one can find the captain of the team, and he's the star of the show, the lead. I know most of his numbers, of course, since I have a real knack for the stuff. But I'd rather not try to jump in and take over, after all, I'm a loner. And although everyone is seemingly into getting this musical up and running, I'm not certain how well me belting out the numbers in a glowing tenor will go over with the other guys.

But we do need to get going, and by the way, where are we going to sleep tonight? Are we coming back into town, or staying up north? It's like herding cats. The dad of the guy whose house we're at is around and seems to be lobbying for us all to come back to the house and bed down there after, as a group. I'm mildly anxious about the whole situation. The dad is tromping around with plasterer's stilts on, but with only about 6 inch lift. But we really need to get going, and people are starting to saddle up. But now who's driving? I have my car there, and I'd be glad to drive, if only to take back osme control over the situation, but it's all still so muddy, what exactly we're doing.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Travel refused

Stroganoff, broccoli, water, a toffee ice cream treat, later night mini wheats

Several dreams throughout the night that I was travelling or about to travel but the ability was taken from me. Some were more disturbing than others.

The one dream I actually remember part of:

It's a very Willy Wonka sort of setting, there is a forked waterway that is flowing back together. We (who are we?)are floating along on small puffy stools of a sort, all in bright primary colors, plush. But the stream is leading into a wierd vagina cavern that is eating everything, we have to abandon stools, as it were. The cavern, also in technicolor hues, translates into the side of an airliner. I'm deeply spooked by this, and I woke up.

As is the case with my night terrors, which this was not nearly, I could still see the airliner, as if scorched on my retinas. In the dark of my room, I sat for a moment looking at this airliner, its details slowly dissolving into either elements of my bedroom or into nothing.