August 5th
Dream started with me in this old college-NYU type neighborhood, experiencing all my old feelings of inadequacy. There was a film director class I had every Monday where they would send me an email with all the info. George Lucas was one of them, and I had to get my copies done across the street. There was another director who had this movie that looked very 70s-ish, where a guy found himself on the earth thousands of years later. Water was everywhere, and humans had adapted these straw-like bushels on their hands and feet in order to glide on the surface tension of the water.
I had gone to a party or two with my previous college guy friends and was disturbed by their behavior, which made me upset. I remember walking through a book store with an old roommate (whom I never particularly liked) and buying a small old book of fairytales wilth Chinese illustrations. When I bought it I signed the small receipt slip.
I went to a bunch of bars reminiscent of old Prague places. They were dark and served beer and food. I was there with R and we decided to make love right there since everyone was in having lunch and the front was open. We stopped abruptly when we got a call from C, who said she was working at another place and wanted us to meet her there. I remembered we didn't really like this place. We talked to two of the gay waiters, dressed in a vest and collar shirt, and asked them when they were getting married.
R left and suddenly C came in with this group of hippie-dressed bar people to do this weird dance and song to convince people to go to their bar. She acknowledged me silently. I wished I had gotten it on video for R. The bar owner gave one of the little kids a laser pointer.
From then on, it was me going back and forth from floating boat to floating boat over water. The area was mostly a huge lake/sea, and people and places were actually floating boats. I realized I could sometimes jump from one to the other, but it was difficult carrying my laptop and kindle. There was a regular floaty sailboat, and then I had our own Lumina van which floated. Eventually the water went down a bit and I was able to walk with R to the top of the now dry hill and find my vehicle that had been washed up.
We were still supposed to meet C at this bar, but she had sent us a cryptic message saying that the "Browns" were looking for her, and R too. R was now this tall, thin guy. I told him to wait before he left so we could come up with a game plan. It seemed that her bar owner guy was behind all of this. Two dogs arrived (a black and golden laborador retriever) with had notes tied to their mouths from C, who gave directions of where R would have to go, as well as a first aid kit. The moment we took them off, the eyes of the dog became red and he scanned our location, and went right back to the evil bar, where he went through a conveyor belt machine, presumably making our location known. I worried and told R to be careful. I set off myself for the bar (right next door) and confronted the bar master. At this point I was aware that this was all being shot by somoene for a movie behind a black curtain, so I made all my actions deliberate. I fought him in a pseudo-sword fight with a white plastic hanger and he overtook me. For a moment, I read this book which had Grecian looking people illustrated in it and found out how the bar guy and I were related, and how R was the savior I had been looking for. This was all happening as I was supposed to be playing unconscious on the floor. I worried that I kept messing up the camera shots when I moved slightly.
I had a marking on my hand that when I brandished made the bar owner back away in agony. When I was crying and he was about to attack me with a rock, R came in with really white make up on his face (they paused the "film" to tone this down), a Grecian-esque toga/mecha outfit with curly, long blonde Grecian hair. I found I was wearing a shear midnight blue paneled tunic skirt. R attacked him. He gathered me up to block the bar owner from harming me, and when he attacked, I put up my hand. He recoiled. He ran to grab my Kindle (something that appeared to be an important mechanism to his cause) and I tried to knock it out his way by wriggling. I finally caught it in my hand and threw it through a window, into the water.
He escaped and we ran to the edge of the floating bar and jumped in the water as we were shot at. We swam and swam, mostly underwater to avoid the shots, and realized that the city was changing. There was a huge fortress like city in the distance (evil) and the rest of the town had abandoned their houses, boats etc. Everything looked like it had been hit by a flood. We got to the end of the canal and met more bad guys, so we had to go back the other way underwater. Sometimes it was hard to see, and then at other times I could see everything clearly: R walking at the bottom of the "canal," almost like the bottom of a pool, not far behind. We saw some abandoned jet skis and tried to outrun our pursuers, but they were out of gas and we didn't get far. So we just hid behind some debris. After we lost them, he found me a house to wait in and we consummated our relationship in fear that it would be our last. This was sort of paralleled thoughts as I continued with my dream, and I swam around some debris trying to find my way to the new civilization.
They were beige buildings made of concrete with circular porthole windows, and everyone was dressed the same. I stuck out like a sore thumb (I was blondish with a polka dot dress) and they led me into this room where other "pretty" girls were waiting. I realized this was for prostitution. I tried to explain to them what they were getting into - some didn't understand and even cut me in line, including a woman with her husband. We took off our shoes (mine had my protection symbol on it now instead of my hand, which worried me) and were led into a room with all different kinds of beds. There was a tropical themed bed, which was essentially a bamboo mat on a floor with some palm trees. There was an oriental style sofa bed. One from the 1920s. Each one had toiletries next to it on a sort of little table, meant to keep the women clean between sessions. We were apalled and tried to get out.
Eventually I found out that this was a new society where the higher ups were on high ground, and those with less rights were in subterranean ground. We formulated a plan to escape, and I in particular tried to go down into those areas with things like flowers and other illegal items which us lower class were not allowed to possess. I couldn't find my combination to get into the door lock because it was covered in snow, and for some reason my mom was asking me what I was doing there, which made me waste my time further. As a result I was chased by a motorcycle policeman and eventually faked my unconsciousness so that I had time to think about what to do next, seeing as how I couldn't run fast enough.
I kept waking up during this time so nothing truly made sense after this point. But I remember was looking down at the city and explaining the dream to other people. Also mentioned something about cosigning my siblings loans, which had been on my mind. The end of the dream I had broke in to an above ground room with some girls and we were trying to plan how to escape to the old canal town using the coves that were around the subterranean grounds. We could see everything from this big window above, as well as some possible routes to the gated off water. We all agreed that's what we would do next, as the events of the entire dream played as a sort of song verse.
Labels: apocalypse, dystopia, movie, water
Feb. 14thIs it weird that when I dream, and then recollect those dreams I am reminder of other dreams I've had in the past? Is it because they all conglomerate into one holding place in my mind? Or have I actually had that dream again and just don't remember? Or do things from the dream that night remind me?
This Saturday morning I had a dream that I was looking at fake food in a grocery store (in the clearance section.) There was a lot of breakfast food, and a box that included eggs, waffles and bacon. All of them were made of this sort of gelatinous rubber, and I really wanted to buy some, but wasn't sure when I'd ever use it or where I'd put it.
I went outside to get on the bus to Brooklyn and there was this Jerry Stiller guy there and I found out he had made his sister sleep with him. He was trying to kill her, and then he was trying to kill R and I. We tried to run from his goons into an old church/restaurant boat. They were shooting at us, and I was eating someone's leftover apple pastry.
There was also another dream in which I was part of this Smith family that was dysfunctional; they were pointing out stories they wrote on typed, old paper, which were glued to the ceiling. I tried to have R read them, but he was not interested. One of them was about H, and he found that someone had done an art book on her. I got into a bus trying to go home but ended up going into Staten Island. There was a spot that looked familiar from an old dream, but not where my grandmother lived. Finally we got to her house, but she was very obese and unfamiliar.
Dreamed last night that we got tickets to Italy; also that we were at a party for the Stromberg family (Aunt K had give the tickets to me so that we could all go with my cousin and her boyfriend and my mom). I went upstairs to tell R, who for some reason looked like a 1930s version of Hardy with a little hat. He kept tearing up the rubber from the roof as it rained, and I had to tell him to stop or he would go through the ceiling.
Dreamed yesterday that I was sort of crafting a movie/film of my life - I was at a beach-side place where I encountered Esther and other high school people I knew - I was sort of aloof around them. Also, I had a fight with my mom. I was walking around in a bikini, but when older men started to stare at me I recoiled into my towel.
I walked on a floating wooden board on the sea at one point pretending to show these people something of my movie and then they fell in, with my towel. I was on the shore and people were having a toss game in the pool although half the terrain was covered in snow. I went running after a dog that looked like mine.
Feb. 15
Had a dream that there as some sort of apocalyptic thing happening in a mall-ish place. I was with a group of people, and we were trying not to get caught by ravenous tigers, which were ripping people apart. We finally got into this car and were able to fly away, high above the city, where most people were wandering aimlessly. On the way we picked up a young woman and her child walking on the side of the road. We saw odd buildings (sort of like Brooklyn-esque) and then landed in the water near a cardboard floating house.
We found a better vinyl tent looking toy where we could live inside safe. It was tiny and so were we, for some reason. We used place mats for the floor, and one of our guys stole the hat from a hobo and complained he wasn't sure how he would shave. At the end of the dream, we were going to go on a hike and were worried about leaving our stuff there for looters.
Labels: apocalypse, dog, family, food, travel
January 2009
These dreams literally shot out one after another from the neurons going vicodin-crazy in my brain, so bear with me.
I've just finished dreaming of being in an all-girl kick-ball/hip-hop dancing league when I am transported to a space-age looking hallway. I feel myself forced to walk towards another doorway, where there is a large hangar on the ground open to space, and a robot that shoots at me. I run back the other way, only to be shot dead. But I'm not dead. Another one of my "Rollie-Pollie-Ollie"-esque (or Betty Spaghetti for the older folk) companions steps on me and I am now a part of her body.
We walk into another world which seems like a large conveyor belt enclosed in a giant plastic bubble with other Playskool looking robots going 'round. Then they start mouthing "That's What She Said," only to find that this enables them to mutate and multiply. Suddenly, a light bulb goes on in my sleeping brain and I have realized that this is related to a popular science fiction movie. The DVD screen pops on in front of me and lists three popular 80s future classics, all of which I can't remember now.
Then I am in another world where cars from the 50s float above me in a picturesque setting. There is a small earthquake and a gale force wind, and the cars start to coagulate like the insides of a lava lamp. A Michael J. Fox looking kid meets a genetically engineered girl in pink metal, and they go off together for an adventure. They approach what seems to be a race track, where there is already a small, blue hollow tunnel running its length for a "male" to enter and take a ride. The girl robot twists and pulls the metal piping and makes another pink one for her, and they both enter on their backs as if on a water ride. When they are "launched," there is a plethora of lights and then a black background where the history of the world begins to play in neon before their eyes. I got to the part where they explain who the Egyptian god "Ra" was, and figured I could watch this movie later.
Snap to another dream in which a man impregnates a girl by giving her a necklace resembling a blossom. It turned into an apocalyptic drama with pastry sweets and imagery that looked straight out of a dirty watercolor comic.
Labels: 80s, apocalypse, birth, robots, rollie pollie olie
March 10, 2010
- There was an earthquake on an island called Atlanta (Georgia?) and the roads were floating in the water like giant icebergs. I was staying in a Jamaican house with two other guys. At some point one of those guys was Harrison Ford, and he went out with his wife to try to rekindle their romance. But when he came back from work the next day she had left a note that said "sorry g2g."
Every once in awhile we would go out to see the damage and prepare for a worse flood and/or earthquake to come back (so said the weather forecast...every day). We found an old necklace from back in the 80s that had washed up. I also found I could communicate with dolphins, and they were trying to save us from impending doom.
Labels: animals, apocalypse, dolphin, earthquake, flood, harrison ford, jamaican, necklace
