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and what does "drilling" represent?

--tg

Dm dreamed that he visited PPFY at Victory. He was busily working on his work bench, which was very long, but he only occupied a small corner of it. He was very proud that the rest of the long wall of peg board behind the bench was completely unused, which Dm thought was absurd. The bench was also very smooth and at an angle, so when Dm perched on it, he wound up sliding down to the empty end, far away from the ever industrious PPFY.

There was more, but it was lost to dreamland. Strange that dm would dream another dream of PPFY at work. Actually, come to think of it, way too many Dm dreams involve PPFY and fencing. WTF?!?

My plan is working...

There's this young Chinese woman who works in a restaurant run by her whole family. I get the impression it's a sushi restaurant. Anyway, she's your stereotypical delicate little thing except that her arms don't completely match. It's just barely noticeable at first, but with more encounters (more scenes), it seems to get more pronounced. Essentially, her right arm is hairier and burlier than her left. None of her family seems to take notice. As for me, I notice, and it's always a struggle not to stare. I make a point of looking elsewhere except when she's clearly not looking my way; then I sneak a peek.

There's another thread to the dream. A brilliant detective is looking into some shady dealings at the restaurant, or maybe at several restaurants. Eventually he buys some fish meat, and he breaks it apart into thin slices. On one piece he writes something with ink. This piece he will send to the police. On the other pieces he writes something else, and these he will sneak into the meat supplies of these various restaurants. This is my waking-state rationalization of what is going on. I doubt very much that the actual dream had such clarity of intent.

Anyway, I'm at some gathering that includes the Chinese family that runs the restaurant when their daughter (with the hairy arm) shows up all agitated. I'm watching from a distance as she starts explaining to the family what's going on back at the restaurant. She doesn't speak much; mostly she communicates through hand gestures. Her family understands in an instant, and they're taking whatever action is appropriate. But she catches me looking her way. She thinks I'm trying to understand what's going on (when in fact I was just sneaking a peek at her arm), so she repeats a couple of her gestures; and now I have to openly look, and the difference between her arms is striking. She's looking at me askance, trying to ascertain that I follow, and so I make a little nod. And now she's making all these complicated hand gestures, elaborating further on the situation. And it's not clear to me if she's showing what the police are doing at the restaurant, or whether it's what she typically does at the restaurant only there's now a problem with it. But I keep giving those little nods as if I'm following when in fact I'm just looking openly at that hairy arm. How did it get that way? Might she have lost an arm, and the doctors sewed on a donor arm from some man? Or does her job require more physical use of the right arm, and maybe it gets exposed to hormones that promote hair and muscle growth? Needless to say, I never do find out.

That's my take on the dream, which I suspect was a whole churn of interrelated dreams, none of them making appreciable sense.

Dr. Ivor Yeti Wrote:My plan is working...

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Another Victory cameo in the DM dreamscape. At one point during dreamland last weekend, Dm strolled past a franchise of Victory. Downstairs was the shop. Upstairs was a franchise of Ghirardelli Chocolate, decorated in white with red trim, with a nice cafe balcony akin to that Ice Cream shop that some friends of ED & DM used to work at in Palo Alto. Dm thought as he passed it 'What a smart idea!' and then went on with his dreaming.

[Scribbling notes furiously...]

This is the first of what will likely be many Beijing worry dreams.

I'm in a hotel room in a tall building in Beijing. The wall is mostly glass, providing a precipitous view. Lady Cranefly is with me, and so is my mom; that is the sense I get, though neither actually appear in the dream. I'm gazing downward out the window and notice movement in a room in another building. Someone is wailing away at a wooden dummy. Cool, I think. But as I take a closer look, I realize it's actually two people playing ping pong. But wow, are they going at it! Then I notice someone beyond them really working out hard, and I'm thinking, Well, this guy has to be doing martial arts! But once more, on closer inspection, I realize he's pounding away at a drum set. He's got big drumsticks in his hands and he's pounding the piss out of cymbals, and he's kicking the snare drums like mad.

I want to get a better look, but the room is slipping from sight. Why? Because the hotel I'm in rotates. It will be 45 minutes before I get another chance to look at that room.

Then I become chillingly away of just how fucking far up I am in this hotel. Really, like the hundredth floor. And I'm wondering what would happen if there were an earthquake. Still, I've heard that the Chinese have built all their skyscrapers to the highest quake-proof standards. But at the same time I'm recalling that the Chinese sometimes say things that just aren't true. So now I've got the heebie-geebies.

I decide to use the bathroom, and the moment I set foot in there, I'm shouting, Jesus fucking Christ! Because the toothbrush holder is empty. Wouldn't you know it? I forgot my fucking toothbrush! But the weird thing is, I know that the toothbrush is in my apartment across town, and all I have to do is go over there to get it -- only I don't want to go across town. All of which begs the question, what the hell am I doing with an apartment in Beijing? Did I lose my passport and get trapped here? Has the Chinese government decided to block my departure? Inquiring minds want to know!

But the answer is not forthcoming, because that's when my alarm goes off.

This Beijing trip will be okay, won't it? I mean, nothing could possibly go wrong. Right?

I'm switching my vote back to organ harvesters.

I'm with my mom. This is before the oxygen and the walker. We're walking out along the shed, and she's pointing out the plants there, giving me tips on how to care for them. While I'm weeding a bit, she circles around the corner of the shed. Suddenly she runs into sight and onward past another building, chased by a big black-and-white dog. I run after them. Mom has fallen. She's down on all fours. The dog has her by the ankle and is shaking her. I'm frozen, unable to get to her. I shout. I shout as loud as I can, trying to scare the dog off.

Lady Cranefly shakes me. I hear my shouts as I wake. She wants to know if I'm okay. I tell her I'm fine, just a bad dream. I lay there a while, then go back to sleep.

I'm shopping in a department store with my niece, who is mid-teens in this dream. Somehow I've become responsible for her. She's had some serious problems in the past and needs close supervision. But I'm in control, all is well. Then a clerk in the store says something nasty to my niece, perhaps accusing her of shoplifting. An altercation ensues. Before I can intercede, my niece goes running off. I give pursuit, but lose her. Outside, I look all around for her. This is bad. Very bad. Because of her past problems, it's critically important that she not be left alone for any length of time.

Suddenly I spot her across the street in a fenced-in enclosure. There's lots of other teenagers over there. I cross the street and enter the office. There are several ladies in there. I tell them my niece is in their facility, and I need to get her back. They treat me like I have no business being here and give me the runaround. They don't understand how important it is to keep my niece under close supervision. As they continue to stonewall me, I use the F word. An old lady knitting or arranging flowers looks up from where she sits. She's in charge of the facility. She orders me off the premises and calls for security. I'm furious. I shout at her--

--and wake myself up, hearing the beginnings of my shout. Fortunately, this time I don't wake Lady Cranefly.

I lay there a while, then go back to sleep.

The rest of the night is spent in peaceful slumber, except for a huge tornado that nearly sucks me out of my car, and a bunch of people running through a gate and past me, shouting, "Bear! Bear!" leaving me stuck there, unable to move.

WTF? My issues don't begin to compare to the traumas some of you are experiencing right now. Where is this stuff coming from?

A black and white dog is sometimes used as an informal symbol of the Dominican order. Domini canes in Latin means "the dogs/hounds of the Lord."

I think this makes the rest of the symbolism behind your dream fairly clear.

Wow. I feel totally touche'd.

The Queen Wrote:... I'll already be safe and warm in L.A., curled up on the couch with the kitties.

Quote:Sat on cat: giant cat couch for humans
Rona MoonRona Moon 2 days ago




Ever wished you could snuggle up and be totally enveloped in your cat’s warm embrace, or just lie on them like a sofa? If only cats were big enough for that. Wait… if cats were that big, you’d feel mouse-sized. Which I think is a little creepy. Still, you could achieve the impossible dream… to sit on your cat, and not the other way round.

Here we have a giant cat sofa to snuggle up on. I don’t know, I imagined it a lot furrier, more like a Persian longhair, and less limp. Cattiness aside, how many cat couches are out there? This is the first one I’ve seen.

Created by Belgian design studio Unfold for an installation in Luchtbal, Antwerp, this mega-kitty recently attracted admiration on Japanese site Roomie.

Known as Felis Domesticus, this installation turned human visitors into “guest in a giant cat’s habitat”. Eeeep. We haven’t felt this small since the bad old days of Panthera atrox. A massive 3.5 metres long and made of felt, this sleeping feline dwarfs even the American lion.

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DM and I are out photographing GM Tu in Santa Cruz. We get separated. DM ends up actually photographing the Tu, including him lying on a rock showing off his back ink. I wander around the Cruz lost until I meet up with DM near the beach.

that explains a few things, don't it?