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"URSINE GAP"
I walked up the stairs of a very old apartment building. I seemed to be part of some "team." We entered an older gentleman's apartment.
The walls had dark plaster -- some areas had worn away, exposing the wood and space beyond the surface of the wall. I looked up at the ceiling
and noticed a few wooden boards that seemed conspicuous to me. I pointed them out to the older gentleman and he gave me a look that seemed to
say, "You found me out." The boards turned out to be a trap door that the team and I opened up, revealing a loft that opened down; it opened like
a stairway against the wall, complete with a railing, except that it was a ramp.
We inspected this ramp. It was my job to measure a gap on the end that opened up, but I did not have any measuring devices so I made use of a couple
of pieces of scrap wood to measure the gap. I had to keep asking for more and more pieces of wood because I never seemed to have enough to measure
the gap.
After this, I remember travelling a couple of streets with a small group -- I do not think it was the "team" from before. We noticed three
McDonald's restaurants within a short distance of one another: one was situated within a gasoline mini-mart station; the next was part of a
Burger King of all places; and the last was a rather small McDonald's -- like a drive-thru only type -- that was across the street from the
Burger King/McDonald's restaurant. Next to the small McDonald's was a parking lot, which we pulled into and waited for a car judging
competition to commence.
Finally, I was in a backyard with a long and narrow asphalted area nestled amongst some small trees. The asphalted area was enclosed by a tall chain link
fence, with a tall pile of orange and red leaves inside. A few bear cubs were allowed to roam this backyard and I noticed them running and playing and
making their way towards the area in which I was standing. I did not fear them; however, I had a cardboard tube with a blue squash ball inside and I wished
to keep the bear cubs and their curious nature from seeing it. I stood in front of a small half wall, about four feet tall, that surrounded a front porch
area with older people sitting in lawn chairs. I held the tube behind me as the bear cubs approached and loitered about me -- I held the tube behind me, resting it on
the half wall. It took some concentration on my part trying to keep the blue squash ball from rolling out of the open ends of the tube while keeping the
curious bear cubs at bay.
"KEGLER"
I was at Eagle Bowl, a small bowling alley my family and I bowled at when I was a young kid -- while my parents bowled one night at one end of this bowling alley,
I was at the other end playing with some kids when former U.S. Vice President J. Danforth Quayle, then making his senatorial run, and some of his associates approached
us and shook our hands. Let me assure you, there is nothing like being canvassed for a vote at the tender age of ten. Anyway, in this dream the bowling alley was very
crowded, complete with tables of people in the walking area. I put my bowling ball down on the ball return rack, along with the balls of other people I seemed to bowl
with regularly.
I walked down to the other end of the bowling alley to get a drink of water. I could not get to the drinking fountain because the area around it was so congested with
tables and people. I gave up on getting a drink of water and walked back to the other end of the bowling alley. Along the way I saw a busboy carrying some "dirty" food trays,
so I offered to help carry some of them. When I set some of these trays down on a table, I got some orange gelatin on my hand, so I went into a nearby restroom to wash it off
of my hand. I rolled the sides of my feet up, walking on the outer part of my shoes since I did not wish to get any "gunk" on the bottom of my bowling shoes. I washed my
hands with some white liquid soap and looked around at the white walls and brown metal partitions of the bathroom stall. This restroom definitely had a strong antiseptic
clean smell about it.
I walked back to the bowling lanes where I had previously placed my bowling ball and saw that the people I thought I was bowling with had already started bowling and were well
into the game. I had no idea where else to bowl since this place was so crowed. I sat down at a table and noticed William Shatner sitting across from me. His gaze seemed
fixated on my watch and/or forearm. He informed me that it was "Get a Tattoo Day" and "here I was" -- his words. I told him I was trying to find a place to bowl. I watched a
girl convert a six-ten split, or "baby split." I clapped along with the people seated around me when she walked away from the bowling lane with a smile of accomplishment on her face.
"NAVIGABLE SOMMEIL"
I was at some kind of a reunion, looking at pictures and signing year books. I went into a room and showed some pictures to a few close friends. Some time passed and everyone retired to separate bedrooms for a
night's rest. I was on a large, queen-sized bed that was submerged under water -- the top part of the bed I sat upon was above the water and dry. The water was dark, lit by moonlight above, and had a cold foggy haze
about it. My bed slowly moved through the water like a waterbourne craft. I passed by some of the bedrooms where people were sleeping, and I could see the rooms quite easily because there were no walls as I passed by them -- the rooms
looked like doll house rooms, with the open side for easy viewing. The tranquil motion of this passage reminded me of a water ride in a theme park. After turning a couple of sharp corners -- ninety degrees left, then
ninety degrees left again -- I saw a couple of empty rooms, which seemed eerie and ominous to me.
"COMMANDEER COMMODORE"
I had somehow seized control of a submarine. I told the young man who was its commander that he was now relieved of command -- his face showed quiet resignation. I opened a hatch, looked down, and saw several
young men and women sitting in two rows of seats, like rowsman in the bough of an old oar-driven boat. I told them that I was now in charge of this vessel and that they were free to leave. I think they were
happy that their oppression had ended; the soft smiles of their mouths and eyes seemed to say this aloud to me.
I climbed a small ladder to a torpedo tube and opened it via a hatch from the side. Inside was a shallow area of murky water. After a few moments I noticed a small shark swimming inside of this torpedo tube, so I left it alone and closed the hatch.
As I climbed back down to the floor, I saw more water on the floor. I did not wish to wait around and check the water on the floor for another shark, so I ran back to my cousin who was standing in a doorway watching an indoor match of sorts.
I informed him of the submarine capture and he seemed pleased with the completion of my task.
"DIVE"
We ran up to a small platform to take turns diving into a very large pool. Even though I was at the back of this line, I graciously awaited my turn because there was an attractive young woman in a yellow
bikini before me. When it was my turn, I sprang on the board and tried to make a strong dive. Unfortunately, my foot slipped just a bit so my dive was more lackluster than spectacular. I hit the water and
pulled myself down close to the bottom of the pool, swimming along the bottom to the other end of the pool. I wanted to see the next dive from this underwater perspective so I turned myself around and moved
toward a pool wall so as to not be in the way of the next diver. Once I saw the next dive, I surfaced and went back to the diving platform, which was no longer there -- I think it was taken away because it was
too dangerous for us.
"MOLTO"
I stood on a field next to a soccer goal watching other kids play during a recess period. I think recess was ending, so I ran down the field and exited through a small yard gate with a couple of other
kids. One of the kids in the group began to walk in a different direction. We said our goodbyes to him as we walked on. I felt like a "new-comer" to this group and it seemed to be some sort of accomplishment
to say goodbye to this kid like a regular kid from this group.
The dream changed to me walking up to the backside of a house. Leaves were on the ground and an occasional wind would catch them up against the house and toss and spiral them in the air and back to the ground.
I looked at the back of the house and noticed several large bugs. They were amber in color and non-moving -- like cicada moltings. I think it was my job to spray them like an exterminator, which I did. Satisfied with my work,
I turned around and walked through the backyard looking for other bugs to spray.
The backyard had a lot of trees that provided it with amble shade -- it reminded me of an aunt and uncle's yard. I thought to myself how much I disliked seeing cicada moltings on trees as a youth, especially when my cousins would grab
them off of the trees and would chase me around the yard trying to touch me with them. I looked up at one of these trees and noticed a large bug perched upon one of the branches. Its body was green with yellow areas and the shape
reminded me of a Big Wheel sans the wheels. I gave it a quick spray. The bug fell out of the tree and landed within a foot of me, startling me. I was relieved that the bug did not move once it hit the ground.
I walked to another tree and saw a large spider, the size of a basketball, up in its branches. I decided to leave the spider alone and walked into the alley beyond this backyard.
"CHROMATIC DELIRIUM"
For the past four days, I have had an undulating fever -- at times manageble; at times intense -- so I have not had a lot of sleep. The following dream happened while I tossed and turned in my bed trying to get some rest.
I sleep on plaid flannel bed sheets, with colors like maroon, reddish brown, dark green, and pale yellow. As I tossed and turned in my feverish state, I thought of these colors beneath my restless body.
It seemed important for me to position my body over the reddish parts of my bed sheets. I think I finally fell asleep because I remember wearing some kind of harness on the small part of my back. It had four
colored lines: red; blue; green; and yellow. Much like my "need" to lay over the red lines on my bed sheets, these colored lines seemed important to me; as if I could use the various colored lines to move
about like a spider on a web.
"PROVINCIAL"
I remember seeing an aerial view of an airport in Amsterdam, The Netherlands -- it seemed like I was hovering several hundred feet above looking down upon it.
My view moved to the right, following a small street into a cozy little neighborhood. I saw a small gate on the corner of a street, following the narrow raised path with short brick walls on the sides beyond the entrance of this gate, wondering where it led.
Eventually, the long pathway led to a wealthy and ornate home -- almost like a small château. This place was occupied by two boys; and I think I was one of the boys.
I believe we were being detained there, but we were having too much fun playing in such a large, wonderful house. The rooms had darkly stained wooden walls with plenty of antique, provincial furniture and ornamentations and we had fun exploring each room we found.
We found a door on the outside of this house that led into a sunlit basement room we did not previously know about. Inside we found a room layed out like a museum or show room, complete with areas roped off and inaccessible -- short of betraying the ropes by going over or under them.
I think this room provided clues to the mystery of why we were being detained at this grand house, but the details eluded me.
"KNOTS"
Two large men were in a large open living room -- one was in shape and built like a football player; the other was out of shape with a large "beer belly."
The fit man was ordering the other man to run laps in this room, telling him that he could never cut it as a football player being in such poor shape. While this was going on, I was sitting on a couch in that room with other people sitting on a nearby couch.
I recognized one of them as the actor/comedian Jon Lovitz. I asked him what the deal was with his new commercial spots in which he touts himself as the author of The Yellow Pages. A young woman seated next to him looked familiar, like someone I was once involved with -- I think I saw her twin sister in this living room area as well.
I noticed she was wearing a gold necklace that had flat squares with letters; upon closer scrutiny, the name comfirmed it was she -- her name means "truth" in Greek. If she recognized me, she did not let it be known verbally or otherwise.
At some point the football players were laying on beds in excruciating pain -- I think their muscles were pulling involuntarily. I remember standing over the physically fit one and watched him grimace in pain. I helped take him outside to one of several cars various people from this gathering were piling into to take the football players somewhere for help.
"MISSION OF MISSILES"
I remember being in a darkly lit forest with old growth redwood trees; it reminded me of the Moon of Endor scenes from Star Wars: Return of the Jedi. I do not remember the specifics of this part of the dream, just some people, "futuristic" vehichles and aircraft, and some "movie-like" action.
After this I watched two missles flying across a landscape -- my viewing perspective was behind the missles. As the missles flew along, several other missles came into view behind them: they were slowly catching up to "my" missles; I say "my" because I was now controlling their movements, as if this had become a video game -- the momentum of the missles did not change; they still moved forward.
I manuevered the missles about, evading the incoming missles; a few times the incoming missles inched very close and I thought they would strike my missles out of the sky, but somehow I managed to keep my missles "on course." I do not remember any intended target/s, just the missles' flight.
"MEDIA OF THE MALIGNED"
I was at a party in progress. The living room I was standing in was dimly lit but the light accented the walls, which had a light wood stain look about them. I looked over at a television by a dark window -- indicating it was nighttime; whatever was being played on this television was very disturbing. It looked like a close-up of body parts, skin, and organs sewn together, although some parts were moving back and forth with blood and other fluid lubricating the movement.
The scene was broken up in a vertical tripartite split-screen. I think it was some kind of bizarre and grotesque sexual act being shown on a public access show. I did not feel comfortable watching this and I no longer felt comfortable being at this party, so I adjourned to a small room or hallway and went to sleep.
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