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"CARRY -- BECAUSE I FORGOT THE PARTICULAR SPELLING"
I remember being in a diner of sorts, with the large unobscured windows along the wall.
Outside through the windows there was a brown, dusty field. It seemed to be an
overcast day, with a yellowish light indicative of stormy weather. At some point I remember seeing a tornado
off in the distance. I seemed to be huddled inside this diner with family and relatives,
watching this storm and hoping our houses would survive.
Then the dream shifted to a small apartment. There were people milling about,
as if they were doing some odds-and-ends work after moving into the place -- I think they
were friends helping out. I remember walking past a young woman wearing a white smock who was doing
some work around a banister by a stairway that lead up into this apartment. As I walked past
her I tapped her on the back of her shoulders. She turned, smiled, and went back to her work. She reminded me
of a young woman I had a bowling class with in school. When the class broke up into teams of three
for a mock league, she and I were the only persons on our team because the class lacked one more
person to make one more full team. I think the teacher deliberately put us together because we
were both consistent bowlers (winning that mock league with her was a lot fun). I asked someone
else in the apartment about her bowling, but that person said she was not as good a bowler as she
once was.
Next I was in a kitchen area. I was a bit dismayed that a new stove was installed in the walkway
that led into the kitchen while the old stove was left inside the kitchen. I brought this to the
attention of my friend. While he was working with the stove situation, I helped another person
clean some cabinent doors with glass panes. The doors were quite tall and had dust and dirt all
over them. I went to get a folder chair so I could reach higher as I helped clean them off.
After this, I remember hearing a child's laugh so I looked around a doorway. There seemed to be a
woman entertaining a boy, her t-shirt rolled up on her belly which she was sucking in and pushing out.
Her next trick was to spin around on her back on a hardwood floor, much like an '80s break dance move.
"IN CONCERT"
I went to a concert with a friend. It was held in a large room and we were sitting on the floor somewhat to the left with a wall behind us.
This concert seemed more like a battle-of-the-bands, with an unadorned, basic stage and the crowd seemed to be made up of students.
The band began playing. I was interested to see how this band would perform since they had lost their main vocalist -- the lead guitarist was
taking up the task of being the band's frontman (he did an okay job in this dream). I was looking through a magazine that featured this band
when some people in the crowd became agitated and had some harsh words. I had a feeling a fight would ensue and it did, with many people getting
involved. There was a closet-like alcove in the wall behind me, so I scooted (the process of moving on the ground while seated) into this alcove
out of the fray and continued to read my magazine. At some point, a large girl ducked into this area and nearly stepped on me. She had short curly blonde
hair and glasses. Wearing a white sweater, she seemed out-of-place to me and I was surprised that someone like her would be involved with this brawl
going on about me. She seemed more exhilarated and adrenalized than frightened when she asked me to move back some. I complied begrundgedly.
At some point I remember the new vocalist being interviewed, telling the press about their hotel room being damaged by some catastrophic event. The vocalist
seemed quite relieved that nothing happened to the band's computer, which had been set aside in its own room. I remember thinking in this dream how prolific
computers had become in this day and age.
After awhile I noticed the brawl was dying down, with people walking casually about.
Eventually I saw another friend and I got his attention and he sat down next to the alcove I was in. While we were talking, a line of people were being escorted out a door by some security or police.
I saw my friend, the one I had come to this concert with, in this line. Thoughts began running through my head: how will I get home?, do I need to get bail money for my friend?,
should I ask my other friend for help on these matters?, etc.
"OUTCOME³ OKAY"
There were a couple of guys working in a fast food burger place, a burger place which added freshly made hamburgers to the menu along with their previous fast food
style burger. A manager seemed to get upset with these guys for taking longer to make these fresher burgers which more people were ordering than the
standard burger.
She then proposed the idea of these guys doing salvage work, which they gleefully jumped upon.
The scene changed to a large, dark warehouse with a door open in the distance providing some inside lighting. One guy dropped a broom of sorts
and ran up a gang-plank into some kind of large vehicle. The other guy hopped into what appeared to be a space craft, similar to a fighter craft in
a science fiction movie. The craft he was in took-off immediately, flying through some kind of huge black plane, like a B-52 bomber. The craft inflicted
no damage as it flew through the "bomber," which exploded, and outside through a "hanger" door.
The setting changed yet again to a basement and it seemed the previous scenes were part of a home-made movie because the projected scene began to burn,
the way film burns when it comes in contact with the projector bulb. The person running the projector began fixing the problem, cutting away the burnt film
and re-splicing it together. He seemed to be talking on the phone with a girlfriend or such while he taped it together. He started the projecter back up when
he finished his repair but the film seemed to be over -- the last piece of film ran past the projector light and spun around on the film spool. I think I commented
to the film projector guy that I thought film -- done by the two guys from the beginning of this dream -- was better than their previous film efforts.
"UNFORSEEN"
I was in a bookstore. I was looking through a table of marked-down used books and found one that was a listing of various movies.
As I went up to the counter to purchase it, the cashier was being sort of reprimanded for something like buying back books for the store
that were not supposed to be bought back. While this was going on, I got some change out of my pocket and put in my hand that had a few
dollar bills for my purchase. But it rang up a dollar more than I thought, so I had to pull another dollar out of my wallet.
After this, I remember being somewhere with some friends but we needed to go home. We walked through some station and one friend purchased
some tickets and handed them out as we walked outside to a bus for our ride home. I was handed a big orange ticket that had perforated areas and
another set of yellowish tickets, about five of them, that reminded me of raffle tickets. I had both in my hand as I entered the bus behind a few
of my friends.
I was working one section of the big orange ticket, thinking that it was the one I would need to give to the bus driver but I saw from my friends
that the bus driver was taking the whole orange ticket. As I offered her the ticket she said she would be doing bag inspections. I thought she meant
inspections right there on the spot so I offered up my bag. I think she thought I was trying to be a smart-ass before all the other young people on the bus --
it was at that moment that I looked back into the bus and noticed all the young people on the bus. Far from being a smart-ass, I was merely acting
like the newbie I was on this bus excursion.
Luckily I found an open seat in the middle of the bus. Once seated, I put the yellow raffle-esc tickets in my inside coat pocket for safe keeping.
It was dark outside as we drove along but I could still see out the bus. I recognized the places as being Chicago-ish. At some point the bus stopped,
the lights went on, and the bus driver conducted her search as previously promised. After starting in the back of the bus she made her way to me and my
backback that I had sitting on my lap. She seemed to be looking for "open space" within the bags. I opened my backpack and then opened up my leather overnight
bag and showed her my innocent tooth brush, deodorant, and other such goodies. She seemed satisfied and moved on.
"DOORMAT DOORMAN"
This one was all over the place. I awoke sleeping on a floor, like the morning after a party or get-together. I tickled someone's toes under her blanket.
A television was on and I was watching something about the sound of Samurai arrows unleashed upon a target. I got up and went to the bathroom.
I remember going into a public-style bathroom, with lots of stainless steel (for easy cleaning I would assume).
The phone rang and before I could pick it up, the answering machine recording began: someone saying my brother-in-law went to visit some of his friends. I was a bit concerned because
I think he was my ride but there were still a few days left for whatever I was doing so I did not worry so much about it. However, I remember seeing him dressed
up in some kind of tuxedo and was doing doorman-like duties. I was talking to him and helped him open a door for some people coming into a building.
I think at one point I was in some lobby area and a really tall guy got in my face and smirked. I stepped away and talked to some people for a bit. But for some
reason I went back and fought him: it ended with me throwing the guy over an open area down to the next level...and I think he was okay, just a bruised ego.
Next I was working on some project on a table, sort of like putting Legos onto a base plate. It had different styles of Legos and it was done in various relief styles,
like a collage of sorts. Someone came up and critiqued my work, asking me why I was doing an area of this project the way I was. I remember in the dream that I had
done this recently but undid all the work for some unknown reason. I explained to this critic that I was trying to re-make it again.
I needed a magazine, where I saw pictures that gave me ideas for this project. At this point a very cute, petite young woman in a sleek, shapely black dress stood to my left and
smiled. She ended up sitting on my lap while I was at this table working away...I knew it was a sleek, shapely black dress because I placed my hand on her firm buttocks. But I needed
to find this magazine to finish this project, so everyone set out looking for it.
I remember waiting in a hallway with some people outside of a conference room. Someone was holding up a book about sex, apparently written
by a gal who also happened to be waiting in this hallway. It seemed like some people or an organization was sponsoring the book and
seminars were taking place next to this hallway. After a sufficient crowd had gathered, we went inside the conference room and sat down in
booth seats like in a restaurant but without the table.
After that I remember being a part of some kind of spaceship or shuttle crew. We were waiting on the ground, actually in a field of sorts,
when another craft arrived. I say "another" because it seemed like we had one of our own but it was not with us or within our view.
Something did not seem right about the arrival of this other craft -- we seemed in peril. One guy seemed to be laying on the ground with his
helmets visor glass broken. We were compelled to get on this craft. I regretted helping this guy with the broken helmet into the back part
of the craft and shutting the door behind him, a door more like the back door of a mini-van than something space-worthy. We
took-off, which consisted of us flying down a highway with cars that were travelling normally. I remember thinking within the dream that it was like the deLorean car in
Back to the Future as it flew down the street. The windshield was like a HUD -- heads up display -- with opaque blue words across it.
I remember seeing another flying craft go past us in the other direction and I strained in my seat to watch it pass us.
"SEMANTIC / RITES OF THE ACCUSED"
I remember being in some kind of writing class. Our instructor handed around copies of a story that served as an example of
what we were supposed to be working on. He made some big deal about the fact that it was a nearly perfect story example
except that the word middle was spelled maeddle, like it was
some arcane spelling of the word. I openly remarked that it like faery for fairy. They seemed slightly shocked
or amazed that I came up with such an example.
We all worked in small groups. Someone next to me -- an acquaintance in real life -- showed me his work which was set in some Canadian city. I suggested that the murder
weapon be a zamboni and he did not know what that was at first. I went up to the teacher's desk to give back the story example copy,
which seemed to be in French.
Next I remember something about Robin Williams and escalators and was screaming toys! like he did in the non-sensical commercials
he did for the movie by the same name. This dream then gave way to David Letterman going back to Indianapolis. He seemed to slowly drift through
space with city scapes set behind him. As I watched, I noted areas behind him that I recognized. Eventually he ended up falling on my father's
vintage car and wrecked it. For some reason, it seemed to have been a put-on, that the car was not really all smashed up, just made
to look that way. I noted the low amount of car fluids leaking from the car as an indicator of this prior set-up. It was to somehow serve as a welcoming
device, like something he would do for his Late Night show.
My father, an unknown person, and I went walking up a small hill area towards an old looking house. The the grass on the hill was sparce;
a lot of dirt was showing, perhaps grub worm problems. The old looking house turned out to be a church or some religious
gathering place. It had a look of an old provincial German house, with lots of wooden beams and textured stucco walls. As we walked inside, we noticed
a congregation of people inside. It seemed to be a meeting of various ministers, who seemed like ordinary, everyday people from various walks of
life. They were dressed very causually. Instead of proceeding further inside, we sat down on some benches against the wall so we would not disturb them. When we walked in, we helped
ourselves to some chocolate waifers that were about the size of a small candy bar. As the meeting went on, I ate some of mine but got small pieces
of chocolate everywhere: my lap, my leg, the floor, etc. Everyone was too busy to notice my mess, which was a relief to me. I also saw others within the gathering eating away too. Some were
at a table on the other side of a half wall behind me doing some work or reading.
The meeting seemed to turn quite serious. One member did some aggregious wrong and was supposed to dismember his own hand. I did not turn my body
on the bench to see if he did or not. All I heard was an apple or something like it hit the floor and that is what I think it was -- like a ceremonial
way of chopping off his hand. This seemed to upset a woman who was sitting at a table within my view. She cast off her cloak or ceremonial garment to reveal that she was
wearing a tight gray sweater; she was quite shapely. Her eyes blazed like her orange-red curly hair. She deliberatly climbed a small set of stairs that was behind her table and
at one point stopped and faced this man and cast out a pointed finger and had a look of vexation. Someone from the gathering pleaded with her to not to go forward
with what she was doing...a quiet, hestitant no.
"CHANGE OF VENUE"
I was in some type of courtroom standing by a simple judge's bench. Someone behind me was calling Ross Perot
derogatory names. Perot, who was sitting behind some table or stand, got up in a huff. He returned
quite upset, throwing a glass at the person behind me, who was sitting behind the judge's bench. I somehow deflected it and urged all parties to settle
down. Perot stormed off. He returned with some monetary change and tried to throw that too, but it was somehow stopped. Finally
Perot returned with a very large sack of coins and proceeded to dump the contents on some steps that led down
into this courtroom. No one seemed to mind me grabbing up a bulk of the coins and leaving.
Next I was in an apartment with my bucket of coins. Some guy and his girlfriend stopped by and we talked about
a mutual friend we haven't seen in awhile. I showed them around the place, particularly an absentee roommate's
room. After that we ended up on a living room couch and some "fun" ensued.
"SARCOPHAGUS"
I remember being in a church or something and was in some back, upper floor taking a shower of all things.
As I was coming back downstairs, I came across a priest who thought I was a part of this church. It seems some
massive service was going on and he wanted me to either audio or video tape some part of the service. Not wanting
to be caught for being out of place or trespassing I agreed and was directed to go into the rectory, the personal
dwelling of the priest that was somehow attached to the area of the church I was in.
Once inside, I saw some shelves like a department store with tons and tons of various electronic devices. I ended up
grabbing something that looked like a micro-cassette recorder, but it may have been a video recorder too.
The service had already started so I set this device on a step close to the choir -- there was a thing of steps directly behind
this choir, perhaps the ones I came down from being in the upper part of this church -- and was made up of children who were already
singing. I think I may have slipped out of the back and came back inside from the front because I remember seeing some
massive sarcophagus before the altar. The priest and some others opened it, piece after piece, finding the mummy inside. Some guy stood over it with a kind of
bird, holding it near the mummy's head and bringing it down the body. The bird seemed to pause in the area that would have been the mummy's privates
and I couldn't ascertain if it was "nibbling" or not. Regardless, this "pause" made everyone in the church rather uneasy.
"ACROPHOBIA'S HOLD"
I remember being on a street. It was sort of dark, with an eerie white afterglow, like a fog or mist.
The streets were wet and the trees, which didn't have any foliage, seemed to have ice on their branches and such.
It seemed rather empty.
Next I remember walking in some kind of factory or industrial building, walking up little catwalks and around small
partitioned sections. Eventually I ended up sitting on some kind of I-beam with walls and other areas about it,
but a shadowy area below that did not seem to come to an end.
Somehow my sister was sitting over in some kind
of lunch room eating at a table. I asked her how I could access my hotmail email account, which is something in real
life I have not been able to do recently, and she suggested some kind of reverse look up.
Being afraid of heights, I did not want to be up on that precarious I-beam anymore. So I awoke.
"VAT"
I remember this being at the end of a dream. A friend needed some gas for her car so we parked and
walked a short while to a gas station. It seemed a bit odd to me that we didn't drive to the gas pump to fill
the car up but I didn't say anything aloud. I remember the gas station attendent showing my friend a
gallon gas containter from behind the counter and special glass.
Then the quest for gasoline changed to us getting food...yet the setting of the gas station did not change.
Somehow a HUGE silver vat of food, one of those kitchen vats a foot and a half in diameter and a few feet deep,
was purchased. It was a combination of mashed potatoes, dark gravy, and bits of turkey meat. I remember
carrying it out of the gas station and to my friend's car, which was now somehow parked at the gas station.
I remember standing on the passenger side of the car, looking over the top of the car to my friend who was
in the process of opening her door and asking how much this thing of food cost as I held it. She replied that it was 4000-something.
At first that number seemed outrageous, but for some reason I remembered we were in another country. So I
asked how much the purchase was in American dollars and she said ten bucks. I thought that was quite a bargain,
especially since it was assumed that the huge vat was part of the purchase. So I lugged it into the back seat
of the car and we left the gas station.
"STAID CANDOR"
I remember a red truck trying to back into an apartment entrance,
with some guys including me helping move another guy in, whom looked like someone I hardly
associated with in high school. The guy backing in the truck was having some
problems in doing so and another guy asked him if he had his drivers license on him to which
the driver said no. The other guy then said he was a judge and proceded to take this guy away.
The judge fellow did not seem happy to be moving this guy into this apartment anyway.
Everyone else was milling around. I sort of had the notion that this move was on shaky ground
now but I went ahead and went upstairs to the apartment to see what it looked like. It seemed
to be circular, winding around into a living room area, then bedroom. On the outside it would
lead into a kitchen area. The rest of the guys who had helped move sat on the couches and just
hung out, perhaps waiting for the "judge" character to return. Then some other guys came along
and seemed to wish to be a presence, not threatening but somehow making it known we needed to
repack everthing and leave. I think someone finally said something about there would be too many
people living in this one person apartment, which was $450, not bad for being in NYC which is
where I think this dream was set. I almost told these people that I was only visiting and that
it was unlikely that I would be around much since I was from Indiana.
Then I remember sitting sort of in a closet and one of these new guys poked his head in and grabbed
a year book of sorts out and looked me up and laughed at my pictures in it. He seemed to be wanting
to provoke me and I stood my ground, eventually standing up and being taller than he I was
looking down at him. He made a move and somehow I did some martial arts move on him, basically
hitting him and throwing him down to the ground all in one move. He seemed incapacitated and no
one else said anything about it or even paid attention to me after that.
The only thing after that was some woman sitting down talking with the other guys, with food on
the stove...perhaps a mother or such. She was talking about Donkey Kong and how she thought the
main character, Mario, was gay. Then I remember sleeping and having the sensation of some cat or
cats walking on my back -- that slow pondering walk of cats.
"QUARANTINE COMPLEX"
I remember looking at plans for some sort of
apartment-type place, with stairs that led up to two identical rooms. I think the rent was
a thousand dollars a month. I wondered in the dream how well I could manage only having a
room to myself and no kitchen area or dining area or place to relax in like a living room.
Next I found myself in a nice big house with many rooms, a common dream. The rooms seemed like
they were occupied but there were no occupants around. I wondered if I could rent out all these
extra rooms, seemed to be such a waste of space.
After that, I remember being in a basement area with rows of items everywhere, set up the way
a department store would be set up except it was with items a person would have in their house.
There were other people walking about the rows inspecting the various items.
One area in the corner of interest to me was a section of older toys, particular some nice
Japanese robots in that late '70s style. In a room next to this was some woman with a cat,
but that is all I remember about that. All I remember after that was that this room was somehow
attached to a medical ward and some staffer informing people that a patient we all had been in
contact with had some contagious thing and I wanted to try to get out of there real quick. So I left.
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