Feb 2nd 2007-
Dream, Brad walks by, and asks 'What's Going On?'
The tone was not happy. It was a query. To which I didn't know what the what was.
*space of absent due to quirky stupid yahoo*
June 20th something-A tall thin white slightly balding, but nevertheless good looking late middle aged fellow (man) opens from behind a white door and while leaning out states (somewhat hurridly) "no they don't" before shutting the door somewhat forceablely.
commentary...
um ok... wtf was THAT about brain. I hadn't asked a question.
June 18th- My dreams have been peaceful as a rule.
sat June 10th 06 Midday
I was running from my mother
Trains were involved-as I last saw her on one as I jumped from the dark nighted roof to a field of wheat.
I was running there-away from the train
there werewind flurries/small tornados (word?)
I avoided them while standing, but thinking that laying down would keep me from
being sucked away I lay down,
Thats when the wind sucked me to standing and I recognized that maybe I shouldn't have layed down.
And I struggled briefly against him, feeling already defeated for having by caught..
The Wind said he didn't understand what I was thinking, and thought my mother was very sweet
To which I thought, she must be dead for the wind to say something so cynical-sweet-for a dog could think meat sweet, inconciderate of where it has been
The Wind then said to Call him when I returned home.
And released me.
As I left he also said I should have sex with my father, that that would be a beautiful thing.
That sort of pissed me off.
I also dreampt of sinsei beth. there was another of our dojos down the road, and many faces I hadn't seen. we also had a swimming pool connected to the class. arriving late for one, I wandered the neighborhood waiting for the next (to have one of my zero tar/nicotine cigarettes), arriving at beths apartment. rensho s was there in another room. and shihan lyle at the dojo. I spoke awhile with her neighbors. beth mentioned something about finding/getting/waiting on a place for me to live. or 'my place'. she was sneaking a smoke too--whoops.
I woke and thought of Vegas.
My street.
End of March/early April 2006
April 15th afternoon:
non cognate dream.
it played into a former dream.
Marlon was in it. And the TPD. There was a bloated dead man, my missing child and the honey bucket the dead man was in. I don't remember if in the previous long time ago dream if I or marlon had killed the dead man, only that I had to report it and was already a couple days late. In this dream I had killed him in the former dream. Its a contradictory statement. But this is a dimensional dream. I pass a police training scenario up the road. It is on protor or union and 6th and is right out in the open. Their are people dressed up everyday wear and a woman in uniform leading it. But their all police. I skirt through. And no one yells at me. Past the black cop who is later at the pit. I don't know any black cops. To the pit like justice structure with different tiers, textures for which I always forget to sign in before going to stage 2. The man at stage 2 was a sarcastic fellow who made flamboyant annoyances at my questioning of which place on the white board to sign in. "Want me to go ahead and sign it for you-I'll sign it reeaal pretty like" waves pen flamboyantly in the air. But didn't do this and held my spot when I revealed I had missed a step. At stage one the lady was real friendly and there were some black women chatting outside dramatically. The conversation echoed off the walls and went to silence as they entered. The woman smiled at them fondly and at me as if we shared a flash of a secret about the girls- and waved me in for the sign in-just then through a dark rectanngular cut out at the base board a black cop waves and whispers 'we're talking about you' 'were talking about you' I revisited a/the other discunjunct portions of the dream a little before waking up never reaching stage 2 and then the judge call at stage 3. .
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date?
end dream of a man/dark figure rushing to my car and kneeling down, dropping a pre-century looking black leather doctors back with a muffled clank.
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past up a couple dreams and a handful of phrases. sleepy or lazy
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I fell asleep the other night hearing dad and patricia chanting/affirmating "I/we love you":
I awoke to the tail end of a conversation.
A man, sounding somewhat angrily or frustrated, demanded/.query'd me, "What kind of cigarettes are you smoking?"
"...I'm..not actually"
I dreampt of Safety Bill in his chair. There was a giant R and a giant L floating to either side of his head. He picked up the phone and called someone, asking about me.
I nightmared my torso was in extreme pain. The muscles were contracting in many places, at different frequencies. First I thought, omg cyst. Then I thought my kidneys were failing. Then I thought, I can't go to tacoma general because judy works there and will kill me or torture. I remember the poison.. St Joes. I pulled my hand away from my side. It was wet, like water. I looked down. There was a hole in my waist, R side. It looked like what must a harpooned whale look like--white, no blood. Another contraction. From the hole emerges (painfully) a large clear plastic wide rimmed cup complete with dome lid. Like a measuring cup. I ask derek to call 911. He is standing in the dining room.He gets on the phone but what comes out from his mouth is joke or gibberish. wtf? Finally I convince him Im serious. The door knocks. I think it is the paramedics. Judy and Karam arrive and attack. I violently fling karam and violently break judy's shoulder and force her to the ground. Nuh uh. You won't touch me again.
woke up to dvd menu music "Kingdom of Heaven'