Thursday, August 16, 2007
Flying Machines
Two dreams and both have flying machines in them... The latest one first. With a bunch of people, a lot of kids. We were all supposed to go somewhere out of a big building, maybe to meet another group of people, maybe to fight them or something, not clear. There are all these weird machines lying around, kind of like a broomstick with handlebars, maybe shaped like a dragonfly without the set of wings. Everyone got on one and took off flying!! I got on one and it immediately floated, but it didn't go anywhere fast. I kept saying, This one doesn't work. I was trying to work the handles on the bars, but nothing much happened. Then I got it to go some faster. Turned just by leaning. But i looked back and saw that Steve had one that wasn't working either. So I turned back to see if I could help. But by the time I got back there, he was no longer there. So typical of my dreams. Two other people, a guy whose name I can't think of and his girlfriend, also had machines that didn't work, and they had given up and were just sitting there looking glum. So I took off again, but someone had closed the big doors to the building, so I had to hover there while they were opened again and then fly thru a screen. That didn't seem to bother anyone. The machine still wouldn't go very fast. I wanted to go really fast and just zoom around. I didn't see any of the people that I had originally set out with. But what a neat thing! Wish I could draw a picture of it. Oh yeah, it had kind of stirrups to put your feet in.
2nd dream... the other night. Steve and I were somewhere in the Big Sur, in some smallish town, even though there is no town along there, and we were looking for a house to buy, I think, being shown around by a real estate agent. We are in a pickup with some guy and then he flies his truck up, like a helicopter, to a high ridge. It has an incredible 360-degree view, though you can't see the coast because it's all fogged in. Everything is all green. Then I notice two sharp craggy peaks not that far away. I say to the real estate guy, Don't those get hit by lightning all the time? Meaning it's dangerous up there. No answer. I say, Come on. I read about it. Then I notice that the layers of rock up there are all twisted and contorted, an earthquake fault line. I first think San Andreas fault but realize it's probably another fault connected to it. I say to the real estate guy, This property is right on top of a fault line. How could you even think of selling it to anyone? Then we are back down in the valley and I say to Steve that I think I want a second career as a lawyer, suing these people who sell high property all over the place to rich people and fuck up the landscape. I see myself in a black suit with a big black briefcase.
Another dream, right before the flying machine dream. I'm in some kind of reservoir, low water, with a tall woman who wants to kill me. I don't know why. She won't tell me why. She has a long knife, like a serrated knife you cut bread with, which she throws at me. It misses and falls in the shallow water. I have either vines or long straps that I try to strangle her with, but they do nothing. I see the knife under the water and pick it up. But I say I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't kill her, whoever she is. So I climb out of the reservoir, and I am walking along the top bank of it, holding the knife. Then she is up there too with another knife which she throws at me again. It falls short. I pick it up and now have two knives. I say, It's over. And I walk off, intending to take the 2 knives to the police.
2nd dream... the other night. Steve and I were somewhere in the Big Sur, in some smallish town, even though there is no town along there, and we were looking for a house to buy, I think, being shown around by a real estate agent. We are in a pickup with some guy and then he flies his truck up, like a helicopter, to a high ridge. It has an incredible 360-degree view, though you can't see the coast because it's all fogged in. Everything is all green. Then I notice two sharp craggy peaks not that far away. I say to the real estate guy, Don't those get hit by lightning all the time? Meaning it's dangerous up there. No answer. I say, Come on. I read about it. Then I notice that the layers of rock up there are all twisted and contorted, an earthquake fault line. I first think San Andreas fault but realize it's probably another fault connected to it. I say to the real estate guy, This property is right on top of a fault line. How could you even think of selling it to anyone? Then we are back down in the valley and I say to Steve that I think I want a second career as a lawyer, suing these people who sell high property all over the place to rich people and fuck up the landscape. I see myself in a black suit with a big black briefcase.
Another dream, right before the flying machine dream. I'm in some kind of reservoir, low water, with a tall woman who wants to kill me. I don't know why. She won't tell me why. She has a long knife, like a serrated knife you cut bread with, which she throws at me. It misses and falls in the shallow water. I have either vines or long straps that I try to strangle her with, but they do nothing. I see the knife under the water and pick it up. But I say I can't do it. I can't do it. I can't kill her, whoever she is. So I climb out of the reservoir, and I am walking along the top bank of it, holding the knife. Then she is up there too with another knife which she throws at me again. It falls short. I pick it up and now have two knives. I say, It's over. And I walk off, intending to take the 2 knives to the police.
