I'm on the street when I come across two gang bangers having a gun fight. I try to hide behind a car but a bullet ricochet tears a hole through my jeans.
One of the gangbangers spots us behind the car. People shout for us to get out of there as the GB moves threatingly towards us waving his gun. He fires more shots at us ( I can't remember who us are but there is more than just me)
He is just about to shoot me, when a pickup comes up behind him and drives over him. People in the back of the pick-up truck pick him up an stand him the bed of the truck. The GB continues to threaten those around him. I approach him in the truck, his back is towards me. He starts to go for his gun, now in a holster on his hip. I grab the deer horn handle revolver before he gets it. He turns to me. I say something about him deserving to be shot. I pull the trigger and put a red hole in the middle of his white tank-top. He falls back into the bed of the pick-up.
Two cops in their navy blue uniforms propel me into the bedroom of a house to talk about the shooting. All I can think about is jail and trials and how can I pay for all this. I can't argue spur of the moment, because i talked to him before I pulled the trigger.
Then suddenly the clarity comes that this is a dream. A cascade of relief washes through me as I realize I don't need to pay for a lawyer and I'm not going to jail.
It was a very strong and weird transition.
I'm watching the Residents again with ED but instead of being at the Rio, we are in the clouds, like in heaven in a bad Hallmark holiday special. After the show ends, we walk out and are in Oakland, but a new redeveloped section. I had seen some of the construction but it was all new to ED. We wandered through a huge mall with this strange balancing sculptures, which we jumped up on and wobbled about, deciding that they were way too dangerous for pedestrians. Then we saw this massive fountain shoot up, like 100 feet, and it turned out that it was at the center of a massive Vegas-style animatronic wall fascade that simulated a cliff collapsing. There were demon faces in the cliff, or perhaps they were ancient idols, something between Easter Island heads and Disney's Tiki Room. We found it very entertaining, and then made our way to what we thought was the escalators to the BART station, but they went down below view. There was a gift shop that we had to pass around to get to the escalators, and I bought some sort of drink that cost $5, but there was some extra charge that made it $10, which wasn't upsetting at all for some reason. We went down the escalator and found ourselves in a room of display cases, very intricate models of spaceships and Japanese robots. We were joined by a friendly golden retriever who stood on his hind legs and wore clothes like a human. He was an old friend and we welcomed him.
It was a very complex dream, one of the most complex dreams I have had in years. I wish I could remember more. I woke up thinking how fun it was to have gone to that Residents show with ED, and humming one of my favorite tunes of theirs, Easter Woman.
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I'm flying out over the ocean -- not magically on my own, for a change. I'm holding a small model plane in my hand, and somehow its wings give me the necessary lift. I fly in a wide arc that takes me over the shore and back out over the ocean. I spot Greg on the beach walking his dog. Then I notice that I'm holding another plane in my other hand at my side. "Swell," I think. "I'll test it out!" So I carefully launch it, only to watch it plummet. Suddenly I'm very worried about the plane that's supporting me. I'm descending slowly, it seems, but worry that my glide ratio might be steeper than I think when I get close to the ground. But I land just fine on the beach.
I enter a warehouse where there's some people. I keep looking around for Greg, because it would be nice to say hello to him before heading off. But he's nowhere to be seen. So then I'm going down corridors, looking for an exit from the warehouse. I come to a glass door and am about to open it, but it has writing on it that I can't make out. Finally I realize it's backwards, meant to be read from outside. It says, "Emergency Exit. Alarm will Sound." So I walk onward. Eventually I follow a big man out an exit. There's a steep berm I struggle to climb. The big man helps me up, then asks if I have any questions or comments about the facility, as he's the building facilitator. I tell him no, everything seems fine to me.
Then I wake up. And realize that the sign on that door doesn't make sense being backwards. I need to find that building facilitator and tell him a thing or two.
--cranefly
P.S. Greg, next time stick around a while, dammit.
I'm in the front yard gathering seed heads off oyster plants. They're like huge dandelion fluffs. It's part of a world-wide seed-gathering effort that will determine the next Dali Lama. Finally my hands are full. Heading for the front door, I notice movement out of the corner of my eye. A big doberman pinscher has trotted into the yard. Spotting me, it charges aggressively. I turn on it and growl fiercely. That gives it pause. But every time I turn to the door, it starts for me with fangs bared. I keep turning back to it to growl ever louder.
Lady Cranefly shakes me awake.
I'm in "the city" for work, and Greg has asked me to stop by Derek Cotton's new apartment and drop something off. I meet my friend Serena and her sister Venus as I'm parking. Serena is really happy to see me because it' seeen a long time. Also, she's having some tightness in her shoulder, could I fix it for her? Sure, I say, let's just drop by Derek's place. No one's there, but I have the code to get in. It's completely empty, no furniture, just some fencing stuff in the corner. ED and LB come by, and I explain that Derek's not there yet. The Yeti comes out of a back room and says, Oh good you're here, glad you let yourself in, I was sleeping. He's getting whisky for everyone. I ask if I can use the bathroom. He tells me it's not finished yet, but I can find it over there. I go through a door and there's a large room with a toilet in the corner, but nothing else. It's very small and almost flush (no pun intended) to the floor. Also, there's a kiddie seat attached to it. I have to figure out how to remove the kiddie seat before I can go. This is very complicated and causes me to break the entire seat off the toilet. I go back to another room and Derek is opening presents. I ask to see the letter (apparently there are no cards, just one sheet of paper that everyone has written something on and signed, and I want to read what Greg has said. But now Venus wants me to help her with tightness behind her shoulder blade, so I warm up my hands and fix that. Derek wants to know if he can take a shower, and ED says yes, you can, and shows him the new system, where he just has to stand at the sink and extend a curtain that was hidden in the wall, pull it around and the water just comes out of the ceiling.
And then I woke up.
So I'm playing football and very aware I'm a complete geek. There's another geek on the team. We don't see much action. Though we're out there trying to make a contribution to the team, the other players just aren't interested in giving us a chance.
But there comes a magic moment when I find myself holding the ball. Seeing the other geek over on the far side of the field, I decide to pass to him. But he's a long way off, and I'm going to have to throw hard. When I try, my arm won't move. I try harder, and harder still. Desperation is setting in, because all the other players are converging on me. I have to throw now!
With an extreme effort of will, I throw the pillow onto Lady Cranefly's face.
"Hey, watch what you're doing!" she snaps at me, as if it's my fault that her face fumbled the ball.
Why am I dreaming about football in a boycot year? Jeez...
I wasn't so I posted on DOOM.
So I'm in this shop with some other people, and there's this twitchy guy. He's skinny, goateed, beatnicky, and twitchy. He's got this walking stick, and for whatever reason he starts poking it at my face.
You know, like a child pretends to throw a ball at your face time and again at point-blank range, fascinated by your flinches and deaf to your threats, until finally you have to lock the child in a closet for a few hours.
I keep reaching out, trying to grab the damned stick away from him, but he's very twitchy, keeps it just out of range. Really annoyed, I lunge at him, reaching out as fast as I can--
--and slam my hand into the stand on my side of the bed.
It's a good thing I wasn't facing the other direction, or I could have done serious damage to my hand on Lady Cranefly's suit of armor, which she's taken to wearing to bed.
When I related my dream to Lady Cranefly, she related hers to me -- and this is the truth.
I was slumped over inside a car, and Lady Cranefly kept struggling to get me out. She finally had to cut off all four of my limbs to get me free.
WTF?
I think she's finally ready to watch Audition.
I didn't say I enjoyed it. And you were back in one piece later in the dream.
Oh--and I didn't tell you I had to cut off more than that. I started with your head.
lady_cranefly Wrote:Oh--and I didn't tell you I had to cut off more than that. I started with your head.
TMI!!!!
Lady Cranefly and I are walking down a wide corridor in a large building with a number of rooms. A young couple pass nearby, arguing, and enter one of the rooms. Their argument grows louder, and the woman begins to cry out. I’m upset. I want to do something. But I know that interfering in a domestic dispute can be very dangerous. Police have been injured or killed doing so -- sometimes attacked by the woman being abused. So although I’m upset and angry, I’m reluctant to take action.
Then Lady Cranefly says to me, “So? Aren't you going to do something?”
It’s like she's given voice to my conscience. Immediately I’m decided. I stride forcefully across the corridor and enter the room and draw up short. The man and woman are having sex standing up. The man is facing away from me, the woman towards me. She’s is disarray, looks terrible, has clearly been crying. I ask her if she’s okay, not really as a question, just wanting her to give me a clear indication she needs help. Instead, she chokes out, “Yes,” with a little head-bob indicating I should leave. I’m stymied. There’s nothing I can do. So I leave.
I’m out in the corridor again, now alone. And I’m angry, knowing that asshole will continue to abuse that woman going forward. But there’s nothing I can do unless she acknowledges a problem and asks for help.
Then I see the bastard emerging from the room. He's finished with the woman for now and is making a beeline for me. He’s very angry and reaches me shouting, “You mind your own business!” As he pushes me, I grab him. I’m furious. I just want to kill the bastard. I squeeze him, choke him...
...and slowly wake up, realizing I’ve got our poor little cat Halvah in my grip, squeezing her hard. She’s snorting in startlement, and Lady Cranefly sits up and snaps, “What are you doing!” I put Halvah down between us and start petting her. I’m more stressed now than in the dream, fearful I might have squeezed her hard enough to hurt her. But slowly she calms down and lies back down between us.
Lady Cranefly snarls at me a bit, then lies back down and turns over with much clanking of her suit of armor.
I lie awake for some time, checking on Halvah time and again. Come morning, I spend a good amount of time playing with her. This consists mostly of swatting her behind with a newspaper and chasing her about as she runs through the tubes in our living room. She likes that. Really. Now it’s afternoon, and she’s sleeping on my comfy desk chair, relegating me to a Spartan wooden chair. I’m busy doing google searches on how to make a fully articulated suit of armor for a cat.
--cranefly
P.S. Hey! For our next Doom gathering, how about a sleep-over!
I'm really not that nasty when he wakes me up. I whine more than snarl. Really. Though he was pretty hard on the poor munchkin. She has a hard enough time breathing as it is.
I'm with KB. We are watching a guitar smashing contest. The first guitar is grey with adornments on the neck like jingle balls on a jesters hat. The contestant throws it across the stage into an amp but to little effect. It cracks open and reveals a red mandolin like instrument with a long neck. KB and I are excited about this one. As it starts to get smashed a cacophonous din sounds off and I am awakened by my coughing Pom...
I consistently have dreams about trying to get from point A to point B. I have been in amusement parks, cities, campgrounds, theaters, casinos, train stations etc. where I know exactly where I'm going but the paths, staircases, hallways, streets etc. do not lead to the places I'm trying to get to.
It sucks to wake up frustrated.
DM wanted me to not to Husker in last night's dream. Or maybe he wanted me to husker. I just remember DM and Husker.