Dream Blog

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.

In a big church, cathredral in NYC. Lots of people. Not a service. It's pouring rain, and the roof is leaking. I tell people to point their hands up to the holes where the rain is coming in. We have rays of light coming from our hands, and the holes in the roof get closed up. They think it's a miracle, I know it's magic. Some guy I know comes in from outside and I start to tell him how we stopped the rain from coming in and I realize we would sound crazy. Imagine what it would look like in the papers. I tell people to say we were shining flashlights help guys on the roof find the holes and repair them. I even imagine a little article in the papers saying nearby neighbors saw beams of light coming through the roof in the pouring rain and hope no one notices it.

Frances and I are walking around and admiring the church. There are some big statues in a connecting room that I think I need to take a look at more closely, maybe four or five on each side. Maybe one or 2 are women... maybe Mary, or Mary Magdalene, or Jeanne d'Arc?? I'm hoping they're not all men. oink oink Then I notice a big statue of a armored knight on a horse at the other end of the big hall. All of the sudden, it is galloping right at me at full speed. I am frozen, terrified. It rushes past very close, and I turn and they are coming at me again from the other direction. The horse charges at me again. And when I look again, the guy is throwing his lance at me. But it goes past at a slight angle and is buried into something not far away. I collapse in tears on the floor and Frances comes to me. I wake up, but I realize I must go and see what the lance was thrown at, that it would be significant.

Then I am trying to write all this down. As usual, I run out of paper, or the sheets are already covered with writing.

A woman walks by and comments that sacrifice is about self-interest. I say after her that not all sacrifice is about self-interest. Then it seems that there's going to be a funeral, and it's for this woman, and I wonder what they are going to say about her because she thought sacrifice was self-interest.

Somehow this dream went on for most of the night, but I can't remember quite how it started. We were invaded, and it seemed like the invaders were these big lumpy things that somehow took up all the horizon. They told us they had noticed how much we seemed to enjoy eating, so they decided they wanted to eat us! Well, that freaked us all out, but then they said they wouldn't do it right away but would wait til we died, so we said, well, I guess that's OK. And they were going to do everything for us??? Somehow they had already made things change, even the rocks. They looked like rocks, but when you picked one up, it had some weird color inside and it would leak water. Then I was having a big conversation with their commisioner... who was then a woman who looked human. There were other human-looking "overseers" too, but somehow we all knew who they were. I was arguing that if they did everything for us it would take away what made us human, that we had drive and we fought for things, etc. etc. Can't remember it all know, but it was quite a long and impassioned speech. I was very concerned. Later on, I asked some male "overseer" to give me the phone # of another high alien mucky-muck, whose name was something like Mr. Namby-Poo ??? so I could make the same argument to him and explain how important it was for us to remain human and have to struggle for things and be creative and invent, etc. etc. He was very reluctant, but I finally got the number and made an appointment through a secretary. When the day came, I couldn't keep the appointment because I was having my period and having all kinds of problems, so I had to make another.
Then I was watching John MacEnroe perform in some kind of skit??? something with medieval looking costumes. At one point he stabbed some guy in the side, but then it was he who collapsed into a coffin. ??? Afterwards, we were talking, and he was worried about how his lines sounded, etc. I told him that his fall into the coffin was very realistic. During this I had a sudden insight about my upcoming talk with the alien mucky-muck, that I would also explain how the dominant scientific paradigm has fucked things up so bad by saying that things are separate when in fact everything is connected.
Then I'm sitting at a table with Momma eating a sandwich. I look out the window and see Denzel Washington, wearing a cap pulled down over his head, wandering around on the corner looking like he's lost. I go outside, do not mention his name, but ask him if I can help. He says he was supposed to meet a Santa Clus on this corner and help give out presents to kids or something. I tell him there was another guy here earlier for the same thing and Santa never showed then either. Somehow he came inside and we were offering him something to eat. Cool, having Denzel Washington in the house.

I dreamt Steve and I were on a bus in Switzerland. the bus driver was African, and Steve was having a conversation with him about the currency in Guinea, which was chickens. !!!!

This dream was last week, but I want to remember it. Living in a glass house.. Mother and Daddy were there, maybe later on Steve. Daddy was building all these really nice shelves to go around the inner walls. The house was all glass, with a large central core that held stairs, elevator, bathrooms, other utility things. There was a fireplace along one of the glass walls, in the living room part. It was like a big glass cube. The kitchen was in one corner, dining room in another.... beautiful shining wood floors throughout. And all along the inner walls of the central core lots and lots of shelves and places for storage. There were also interesting storage shelves and drawers inside the central core, where the stairs and elevator, etc. were. It was a beautiful beautiful house, and I wanted to live there. When I woke up, I wanted to sit down and try to draw it, but I haven't. The first, main floor had really high ceilings. It was maybe 2 stories high all around.

I have been having weird dreams these last few nights. First, there was the dream about Steve's parents and his father. Steve's father was in a hospital getting blood from a bag over his head, in a long line of beds close together, all getting blood. But the Army was giving Steve's father the wrong thing, and he would die. Then his parents were in some kind of crash, and the Army just let them die. Very upsetting.
Then I had the dream about Hashie... we were on some weird beach or maybe river's edge with a plank going out over sand or reed and to the water. But then a wave surge came in and we were up to our knees in water. There were other people there, and there was some kind of structure overhead. I thought we would have to wait til the tide went out again to get to some kind of land. Then another huge surge was coming... like a tsunami wave, only it was dusty-looking and almost obscured the sky. But it was coming, coming. I shouted, or the other people shouted, Climb, climb. So we climbed up the wooden structure. The dusty surge came and came and finally went on through, but then there was water everywhere. Where was the dog? I was shouting, Hashie, Hashie, over and over again. No sight of him. I kept shouting. Then I saw him swimming behind some debris, but he was swimming away from me, like he was deaf, didn't hear my shouting. I went after him and was working my way along some posts set into the water, a long line of them, and then I saw him on some kind of damaged roadway, running back toward me.
Then last night I dreamt I was going to move in with Punchy, or get married to him? We would have to be sharing a house with his parents and some others of his family? I was washing dishes just to clean up the kitchen. The faucet was old and yukky and didn;t work to well. I said to Punchy that I would split the cost with his parents for a new one. Then I said, Oh, but you have problems with your well.... which was somehow connected, that you couldn't replace the faucet without redoing the well, and it would be too expensive. It wasn't clear which would be our room....maybe Tim's old room, which was set aside??? I looked at it, no furniture, or not much, and was trying to figure out how we would arrange it. Then it was like we had been sleeping, but in separate beds, two big queen ones, and it was morning, and he motioned to come over into bed with me, but to stay a little apart because maybe bad morning breath. ?? Then we were driving somewhere, and I was looking out the window and starting to cry because I missed Steve. After all, he had been my soul mate for -- even in the dream I knew this -- 35 years and of course I missed him. But I was trying to hide this from Punchy. Then we stopped and there was a girl there who said something to Punchy about his leaving her. He made some comment that he had been seeing her because she reminded him of me. I asked if they wanted to be alone to speak and went off somewhere. .... into a store, bought a banana, but it was a bookstore??? And the woman there, can't remember her name now, said she had just taken over the store. Another girl came up to me and said she knew who I was, said my name... this was supposed to be in Carp. And at some point I didn't know how Punchy made a living and that I would never travel again. Maybe I should go back to Steve?

I was with 3 other people, do not know who they were, 2 men, one blonde, and a girl, blonde. It was like I was accompanying them to see what they did for work. It wasn't clear whether they were legitimate, maybe some kind of saels or real estate, or whether they were cons. We were going thru little southern towns, maybe Georgia??? Talla. was supposed to be not so far away. We were sitting in a cafe, and the blonde man and the blonde girl started telling jokes. I said, Is this what I have to do? Sit here and listen to you tell awful jokes? Then we were driving thru an orchard of some kind, not sure if it was orange trees or not. Dirt road. I wondered where the blonde guy thought he was going. Then there was a woman behind us yelling that we couldn't be in there. I could see some sort of plantation looking house ahead. I said that if this was a plantation, we were supposed to just drive in. But somehow we were beckoned ahead and parked. Then we were among a large group of people, talking, being very polite. I was talking only to women. I had the clear impr4ssion they were all a very large family and that there were 1000s of acres involved, thought most of it seemed just wild growth... endless trees. There was a lake, and a bunch of kids went by on horses and they all went into the lake to play. Nearby, there was massive construction going on, gouging out a huge channel so there would be another lake. The conversation was about that for a while. And I could see water coming already to fill it up. Then we were all on a big boat that was taking us on a tour of the old lake and the new, both of which ended in rocky canyons. The old lake had grey rocks and the new lake had red rocks surrounding it. In the conversation, I was asked about the blond guy (the others seem to have disappeared), and I said that he was my cousin and that I was along with him trying to figure out what he did for a living. Some knid of sales, I said. Then the boat was going very fast, up to the end of the old lake and back and up to end of the new lake. And then it was like the lakes were in some kid of enormous cross shape, and the captain was zooming up and down these channels. We entered one channel which was rocky with high cliffs and which narrowed at the one point. There was no slowing down. I could see there was another much smaller boat starting to enter the place where it was narrow, but the captain did not slow down at all. I thought it was some kind of arrogance, that he thought becuase he owned all this, he could do as he damn well pleased. The guy on the smaller boat had pulled right against the cliff and was cringing in fear. And crossing where two channels came together, he just plowed ahead again and left behind destruction of another boat or car? that he had just plowed through. I began to think this guy... the old paterfamilias... was crazy, besides arrogant. We were still cruising along and high speed and passed windows filled with all kinds of foods set right alongside the channel. I made a comment about their being totally self-sufficient and got the idea these people never (had to) left the plantation. No wonder they were so interested in us strangers. Then there were huge flames coming out from somewhere in the boat. People yelled to stop, and it seemed like there was a brief stop and I was able to grab my kitty... Cotton... altho' black... who was somehow on the boat, and put her on a docking area, concrete. then my sister was tehre with a dog, and I went back to help her. But she disappeared. Then the boat was tearing off again, and there were still all these people on board. People and me were begging the captain to stop, but his attitude was Damn the torpedos, full speed ahead. I saw a woman dressed in a naval uniform on fire, she was in terrible pain, but unconscious. Then I saw the paterfamilias, an old man with white hair, throw himself overboard. i watched him fly thru the air and land in a big tree with an automobile underneath. I knew he would be dead. The boat was still tearing along, and black smoke was pouring out. I tried to go down to lower decks, but it was too dark and smoky. I was looking for whoever was the captain now and driving the boat. I begged, in Spanish, to some crewman, to show me where the captain was and take me there, but he refused. Why I thought I had to go down to find him, I don't know. Finally, I saw him at some knid of large console, but he started making an annoucement that we were stopping. People funally started to show some panic to get off the boat. I was trying to help an older woman collect her jacket. Woke up. Horrible dream.