DREAMS ARCHIVE: MARCH 1999 -- PART II

"COZY"

I was in a small trailer. I sat on a bed that was nestled against a window. The window was covered with heavy clothe that let some light in, but not much. The bed and sleeping area reminded me of a sleeping compartment aboard a train -- it was quite cozy. A television was imbedded into the wall that began where the foot of the bed ended. I looked up and watched some sort of pay-per-view advertisements or commercials on this television. In another room, I heard some girls giggling, but muffled, like they were hiding in a closet. Behind me and in a corner sat a friend and someone he went to high school with at a small table, with windows that made up the corner behind them. I had not seen this friend in quite some time, so we re-acquainted ourselves with our lives since we last saw one another.

"DENOTE MELODY"

I saw a chyron scroll across the bottom of the news channel stating that Louis Farrakhan had died. This announcement was followed by a quote from the actress Carrie Fisher, who said he could have some award of hers "up there."

I also dreamt about a next-door neighbor's dog, Butch, except he seemed to be more a person than a dog. He stood at the back porch and asked his master if he could be let inside. His master replied that he had only let him inside recently because of the severe cold. I asked Butch if he had behaved while he was indoors and I believe he answered in the affirmative.

Finally I watched a talent show put on by young children. I remember seeing the faces of other children as they watched a musical act play a song. My view of them seemed to be like a camera, with different zoom perspectives and other special effects highlighting their faces. It looked like they did not know how to react to this particular musical act.

The musical group stood in the corner of a yard, with a tall wooden picket fence as a backdrop. A stocky blonde girl sang in a choppy, staccato style. The guitarist played two sustained chords with a fuzzy, overblown distortion effect -- I checked the chords on my guitar when I awoke: they were A# and/or Bb and E, or 688 and 0799 starting on the "low E" string in guitar tablature terms. The bassist kept the beat going with a driving bassline. I also remember seeing a small boy holding a cordless microphone in his hand, with the head of the microphone facing away from his thumb. He seemed to be jostling about, moving with the music -- waiting for his part in the song perhaps.

"ENCOUNTER"

I was chatting online, receiving several side messages at once. One person told me that he had gone home for the weekend; another person asked me if I had listened to a particular mp3 sound file on a web page. There was a small console page minimized in my task bar but I chose to look at it later. I looked up a web site and saw a link that stated " 's lover" -- which could not be further from the truth. I clicked on the hyperlink and a picture began to download on my monitor screen. I thought I had seen a face but it quickly disappeared. The only person in the picture was a small boy -- who seemed to be standing by the leg of this "invisible person." I downloaded the picture again and finally saw the person in the picture: it was an online friend except he had bleached blonde hair instead of dark hair.

I heard someone enter my house, hastily running up the stairs toward my room. It was the online friend I had just seen on my monitor screen. His arrival caught me off guard. I noticed that he was moving hastily about, like he could not stand still. I do not think he even said "hi" to me, as if it was not a big deal that we were meeting in person for the first time. Finally, he stopped moving about long enough to present me with a videotape, a personal videotape he had borrowed from someone he worked with. I remember watching a scene of people walking toward the camera on stone steps in a metropolitan area -- it reminded me of a scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, with the people "gliding" along the steps while Ferris sings "Danke Schön" during the parade in Chicago. I also remember seeing his picture in one of the videotape scenes. I decided not to tell him that I had already seen this picture online, just prior to his showing up at my house. The box this videotape came with seemed to be personalized; it seemed like something one could additionally pay for at a photo-processing place.

I walked over to my computer and looked at the minimized console screen. It had different screens you could click through -- I think there were supposed to be tranquil scenes to watch, like one of a table and two people playing checkers, etc. My online visitor walked behind me and said, in an "I have already seen this before" tone, "Isn't that neat?" I went into another room and saw my computer on a bed and under the covers. It made a peculiar sound, like it was sick. I went back to the other room and my computer was back on the computer desk. I checked the online chat room and saw that most of the people had left. My online guest was busying himself about the house, so I cleaned myself up and put some sundry items away. I wondered what we would be doing this day; and I hoped he would not ask me about someone while he was visiting.

"TERRA FIRMA"

There was an empty lot where a Sizzler restaurant once stood -- a sports bar resides there currently. In the middle of this dirt and gravel-laden lot stood a McDonald's sign, one of the tall ones. This seemed odd to me because a McDonald's restaurant is across the street from this empty lot. I noticed a large hole -- more like a rift or tear in the earth. It seemed serious, as if this "tear" was the beginning of something bad, something imminent. Someone ran over to the "tear" and hastily covered it up with mud and dirt, in the hopes of averting this potential danger.

"PLEXIGLASS"

I was in a conferance room, sitting at a large oval conference table. Large windows were across from me. A plexiglass window -- like ones in radio stations for producers to sit behind -- was to my right; to my left was a door. A woman who was with me excused herself and went to the restroom. Another woman behind the plexiglass talked to me via an intercom system. She said hello to the woman, apparently not knowing she had left, and asked if she were ready. I responded that she was not available at the moment -- I responded in a playful "can you tell this is not her voice?" manner.

A child entered the room and jumped up into the chair next to me -- on my left. I carefully lifted the child up, under the armpits, and gently placed the child back on the floor. The child seemed a bit upset that I did not want to play. The child informed me that other people would have wanted to play.

I wondered if it was necessary for me to be present for this therapy meeting along with the "restroom" woman. I did not want to be at this meeting.

"MANTRA"

I awoke at night and walked down a dark corridor. I turned left through a corner and saw a long, narrow room with subdued lighting on the walls and directed at the ceiling. I think I saw some relatives seated at a small table. I wondered why they were up so late at night.

After this, my father "scolded" me for eating something prior to a meal -- probably that "you will spoil your dinner" mantra everyone hears from their parents at some point in their life. I reminded him that he had had pie for breakfast once.

"CINEMATOGRAPHY"

I helped make a home movie with another guy, and we were now showing this movie to a group of friends in a small room. The other guy had filmed part of the movie on his own. The movie was taped on audio cassettes, like the innovative Fisher Price camera recorder. I informed the group of friends that we were showing them the movie we had made so far, that it had not been edited together as a cohesive movie. The other film guy left the room to wash and change before we made our presentation. He returned and I began his part of the movie. I remember he did an exceptional job of filming. He had nice sweeping camera angles. In one scene, his camera followed two people walking down a sidewalk. The camera passed behind a car as the two people turned a corner and walked away from the camera. The camera panned slowly toward the sky, filming many clouds and an obscured sun.

"COLD EYES, FIERY FOLLICLES"

I played cards with some people, except it was a trivia-based game. Someone asked a question about euchre. I gave an answer pertaining to "bowers" but it was the wrong answer. I think the question dealt with how people felt about playing this card game and defensive moves.

Next we played a word listing game. One question had something to do with listing various energy types of ones' life. I listed energies such as electro-magnetic, gravitational, etc. While we played this game, I watched a television program, arguing aloud with a commentator that I did not agree with

I stood before a large man dressed in a colorful loose fitting robe -- it looked like Star Wars-esc clothing. He seemed nervous as I attempted to talk aloud with him. His hand gestures begged me to whisper what I was saying; I think he feared someone overhearing our conversation. A young woman, wearing a black robe and cowl, appeared suddenly from behind us. She had a pale, delicate face, with conspicuous locks of red hair under her black cowl. Despite her cold dark eyes, she seemed to be more of a friend to me than a foe. Her black robe and cowl seemed to have a black blur around its edges -- it reminded me of the white-wash lighting effect of early music videos in the 1980s, except it was black-wash lighting.

"CANDID / GELIEN / KILT"

I was in a large hardware store. I had a flatbed cart of hardware items. I think I knew someone who worked at this place. He asked me if I and another person that seemed to be with me wanted to help him take some beer home -- we would divide it up three ways. We followed him into a storeroom area on the main floor, which had sheet metal walls and looked like it had been built after the store was initially built. We saw a large door, with the person leading us a few steps ahead of us. He made a short waving gesture behind his back, indicated he wanted us to "hang back" for a second: he had to deactivate a security alarm.

The large door opened, revealing two small slits -- they were small and oval like boat hatches -- with ladders leading up on the other side. I climbed through one side, they climbed through the other. We climbed the ladders. Once on top, we had to slid down a sheet metal area that acted like a slide; I saw a lot of sand on the sheet metal. We slid down. We saw the beer and divided it up amongst ourselves.

When we returned to the main floor of this hardware store, we saw a supervisor and decided to abort our "mission." I walked over to my cart of hardware items to leave the store but I think I may have left the cart there.

Next I was sitting on a bench near the side of a road. Geraldo Rivera, who was playing with his infant son and his infant son's suspenders, was seated to my left; he was gushing all over his child. A lady sat to the right of me and rubbed my right hand at one point. Another person sat to the right of the lady. The four of us played a song and I remember it sounded nice.

A gambling "thing" came along and some people who did not have it could get a power cord extension that would hook up to their house so they cold get the gambling "thing." A man called his wife to ask if they could get this particular connection but he seemed hesistant to ask her outright. The wife sensed something was amiss and insisted her husband get to the point. I guess he did because I entered an office area with him to hook up this power cord. I noticed a room having dental chairs and equipment as I looked about the walls for an electrical outlet. I plugged a heavy duty three prong extension into a forty-five degree angled wall. The extension cord itself lay in the walkway and it seemed a bit hazardous for dental clients to try to walk around it in this hallway area. I noticed the guy was on the telephone, talking with the dentist. The dentist did not want to share this power cord. After the brief exchange on the phone, I saw the dentist walk out of one of the office rooms, trying to act oblivous to what was going on in his office. He ignored the guy when the guy tried to talk to him again.

I walked into another room and saw two scantily dressed women -- I believe they were strippers. The woman with dark hair took an immediate interest in me, coming on to me and being really forward about it. She practically sat on me, asking me what I thought about her body. I said she was well-proportioned and I think I mentioned something about faux breasts in general. She did not appreciate hearing this and told me to leave.

Then there was something about a paramilitary unit storming a building to attack some "unknown evil" residing within -- I cannot remember if it was the "beer area" from the beginning of this dream or some other place. A small group of soldiers lay prone on the floor, facing a wall, and fired a few rounds into the wall -- I think they were providing cover fire for the larger group of soldiers on the other side of this wall. The men began to scream but I do not think they were hurt by the gun fire through the wall; rather, they had encountered the "unknown evil." Somehow I watched this drama unfold. I overheard someone saying how these soldiers were paid by the minute, with the pay going directly to their bank accounts -- I had an interesting visual of a red digital counter adding up the total price moment by moment.

I watched the soldiers try to bypass their way out of the building through the air ducts and I had a bad feeling that they would be surprised and attacked. Some of the soldiers made it out of the building safely, exiting through the end of an air duct. The soldiers landed in the back of a truck, which was parked in the middle of a field with various persons standing around it. Some of the "evil" beings came out of the air duct as well, chasing after the soldiers. The beings reminded me of blue gel toothpaste. I positioned the bed of another truck in the path of these beings. The beings landed in the bed of this different truck and fled to a nearby tree -- the tree had no foliage so it was easy to see the beings perched on the branches. I saw a small remnant of blue gel left by these beings in the bed of the truck.

I was at a wedding reception, but the wedding had not yet occured. I saw several brides dancing on a large table and some male attendants seated at a few tables but I do not remember seeing any grooms. The male attendants wore dark tuxedos with yellow adornments. Wearing a similar tuxedo as the male attendants, I sat at a separate table with other guests.

An attendant, a large fellow, walked around handing out tartans like the one he was wearing -- he seemed to be the master of ceremonies for this wedding reception. Someone decided to have the male attendants with Scottish heritage wear a tartan for this ceremony. I was deemed "eligible" because of my maternal grandmother and her Scotch ancestry.

As the master of ceremony commenced his opening speech, I tried in vain to arrange my tartan; I was not properly instructed on how to wear it. He tried to tell his life story in a humorous way, talking about his broken family life, his ten stepmothers, and that he drank too much. His story was met with stoic faces and cold silence.