Motorcycles, tommy guns, and lesbians

Why am I posting this?  I know that the title of this post is the only information I really care to share, and I also know it’s sufficient to get blog traffic :p

Cheater.

I just gotta post this dream!

So much stuff happened, it was really vivid. I was in this other world. Like the future, and it all started in this huge modern building that was an American church. They were amongst the likes of the Creationist Museum in Kentucky. They had all these posters about the legitimacy of God. And I started to preach about how they were too concerned with what God can do – they’ve forgotten about who God is. It’s a subject that’s been on my mind a lot lately, because I think part of America’s problem is the way it tries to make the Kingdom of God a strictly earthly thing. ”One nation under God,” and such.

After this I was in a car, looking out the passenger side window when I saw this guy manning a booth at a busy corner, we were on a campus. Well, I was just visiting for a time there. And basically, he was this really nice guy names Zoe (pronounced ‘Zo’). Weird, but it was the future, and I think magic was involved. So we started having this relationship, but I don’t remember what we did. All I know is that we kissed, and when I confided in some of my friends there, I said “Will is going to be so mad, because he’s never even kissed me,” etc. Only a few people knew about it, and I was doing everything in secrecy, because if any of my friends saw us together, they’d know I was cheating on my boyfriend. That’s what made me feel the worst. Plus, this kid, Zo, didn’t know I had a boyfriend and he thought I was the greatest thing in the world. (Our reationship, however, as far as I can remember, just involved kissing). I would often wander on my own, so I decided to go find a quiet place and tell Zo telekinetically that I had a boyfriend, and break his heart. Being a dream, it was near impossible to find an alone place. But I had to, because there was no way I was choosing Zo over Will. I think I remember thinking, “there’s no way he could ever love me as much as Will does.” As serious as this all sounds (I HATE adultery, it makes me feel more uncomfortable than any other topic) it just felt as if I had done something as careless as made fun of someone with them standing behind me.

So, all these lecture halls were filled up, doors closed, as sessions were on, and I found this little hallway with lockers in it, and I sat down. Before this, I had stared at a mirror while sitting on a couch when I realized I looked like Buffy, with Allison Hannigan sitting beside me. She was the actress, not the character she played in Buffy. I said, “Well, I look like Buffy, but I actually am a witch.” So I impressed her, and then went on to do the ESP thing. I didn’t know where Zo was, just that he was in one of the rooms in the residences above this building, and I wanted to end it as soon as possible.

Oh, and at some time, while driving, there was a picture book of how to take good photographs, made by the church dwelt on too much temporal stuff. How to get the lighting right of swamp gases. “Thanks for cleaning up our air” was a message to the local (Chicago?) sanitation committee underneathe one of the pictures, because apparently swamp gasses stayed out of the city, somehow.

Well, here I am, sitting in this hallway, when this guy comes along in a pimped out golf cart. It was more like a ’67 Chevy lowrider. He leaned out the side of the car and said, “Hey girl, where’d you get those shoes?” I didn’t know what he was getting at, but I already felt guilty because I knew this Zo kid had gotten them for me. They were the black shoes I own, actually, only I was wearing white socks with them. ”Only one guy in the world wears those shoes, and it’s Zo Clark” (or whatever his last name was). “You foolin’ around with him?” For some reason, this guy knew that I was in a relationship with someone else, and pretty much dragged me to this weird district of cross-dressing restaurants and bars. It was like an underground moulin rouge type part of town. I think Zo was in one of them.

That’s all I can remember. But basically, I ended it, and kinda crushed Zo’s heart, and then went on to tell Will, and he was really disappointed too. Then I got up and was SOOO tired because I had woken up about every half hour in the night.  What prompted this all, do you think? Well, some guy on Facebook saw my profile pic and said ‘purdy,’ and I said, ‘spanks.’ I guess my subconscious was a little too eager to accept a compliment, because then he showed up in my dream. But I’m pretty sure at one point I woke up, realized what I was dreaming, and rolled back over to end it because I didn’t want to have the dream end with me still in two relationships.

 (reason I haven’t posted in a month? laziness. I stopped being motivated to wake up early and do this before work. and then I just got tired of posting my dreams after I figured out they weren’t the window into my psyche that I wanted them to be. plus, I’m an ENFP, which means I tend to get excited for new projects, but have a hard time following through with them).

Witch!

I was a witch. Of course, I was more powerful than the average witch. I was surrounded by classmates in a contemporary art museum. Which was located in Guyana, or some other South American country. At some point I came into possession of a cat and dog, and I knew I was going to be able to keep them, so I had to figure out what to name them, and I came up with some crazy names. None of which I can remember, I just knew they were all bad and reflected my inability to think up good pet names on the spot while dreaming.

There was a lot to this dream. I think my old piano teacher, or perhaps it was the witch professor Emma Thomson played in Harry Potter, was also the woman in charge of the humane society. I also played a role in getting ice cream for everyone.

Oh, and weirdness – I witnessed terrorism at the Price Chopper across from where my grandma lives. People wearing ski masks climbed up onto the roof and threw down explosives or gasses of some sort into the pipes up there. I knew a lot of other people were already calling the cops because they were doing it in broad daylight, so I didn’t have to do anything.

I would probably remember more, or enjoy writing more detail about what I do remember, but my ears are being assaulted by the screams of dozens of children outside my window. There is a summer camp host next door from about 8 am on. Usually I wake up earlier…I must remember to do not get lazy and sleep in anymore. It’s the only way I’ll experience any of the peace of the early morning I so treasure.

Looking after children and parents

Old houses. Both from the street I grew up on during childhood and a hilly terrain of San Fransico, with endless acres of low-income housing. My parents were discussing their financial woes. I was trying to avoid them both. My aunt and uncle were there, in the living room of  this building, and I picked up a child to play with. A few other of my friends picked up other children, and we brought them someplace to play. This little boy liked me, and I liked him. I think he was the kid from Finding Neverland. He had a little pewter toy soldier I got him, and then it broke in a couple places so I took it from him when I dropped him off again and said I’d fix it and give it back the next time we met.

We were also in an airport at one point, I think.

These low income houses were all a story or two, wide and sprawling. More like dormitories than anything. They were going through a redecoration, and it meant bright colours, like a maroonish hot pink, and a night-sky motif. The interior decorating would just kind of appear instantaneously, as you were looking for it, and I caught the professional responsible and said it was great, and they don’t normally hire professionals to do this.

A bizarre dream, but colourful, and full of events and people from yesterday.

Money

For some reason, I was washing dishes in a food court at a rolling condiments stand, and while my hands were in the water I reached down into a crack in the side of the sink and pulled up some coins and dollar bills. I kept pulling up money, Canadian and American, in tens, twenties, fifties and hundreds. It was money that had fallen down there over the years, and no one had ever dug that deep in the sink to find it. Then I brought out colourful money from Tanzinia. There were also personal cheques in there, including some I had written to Tracy. I had written her name “Helen Tracy,” implying she was Helen Keller, as a joke. I have no idea why.

The whole time I made it clear that I was going to give the money back, I just wantedto count it first. I got four older people to sit down on folding chairs around me and I demonstrated how old some of this stuff was. There were pictures from the 50s and 60s in there. We had to preserve it for your kids. My dad was one of the old people.

Zombies

Yup, last night I dreamt of zombies. The whole world was on alert, pretty much, and there was panic everywhere. I was in a red sports car with this guy driving me around, and we were in love. And at one point I asked, “Is this real?” as if I knew I was in a dream, and he said that every time he thinks of me, blah blah blah, he loved me. It’s so strange that it’s always someone different in these ‘…and we loved each other’ dreams.

Later we were driving on a highway and saw this one car rearend another car. The people inside it were terrorizing the other car, and I called the police on them. In my dreams I can always remember details like this.

Then I was with my housemates, and I think this had something to do with the zombies. We were back in my house from childhood, except it was abandoned, and run down, and the family that had been here before had had a depressed son, and they had to leave to because they couldn’t handle him in this house. Sonia was there, all concerned, and we were all exploring this room and genereally feeling bad about it all. I noticed what the kid had plastered on his wall was black pages out of magazines, with phrases on them, and they were selling HP products, whatever that meant. Harmless enough ads he had used to reinforce his depression.

And finally, near the end of my dream, I had super powers, and I was walking around outside and just pushing aside people/zombies with my mind. At one point the world was getting back to normal, and everyone was returning to some semblance of normalcy. Including in the stores and houses and streets I had been in throughout my dream. But then I was watching a newscast, and I said “LOOK, there in the back!” and it was some guy eating his own arm. Then he looks up at the camera and smiles all bloody and zombie-like.

Oh yah,

My other dream involved eating in a restaurant. Grete, Candice and I got to this prestigious upper level of what kinda looked like a double decker bus. The odd thing about this restaurant, was that it took an incredible amount of squeezing through narrow passages to get there. Like I was crawling through the cabin of a plane, the part where you put your luggage. There were politicians campaigning. It was going to take a while before our food was ready. I seemed to be the only one concerned about being late for work.

I saw my dad from the outside balcony of this restaurant in the baseball field across the street. More forested plains on the road beyond, where I knew work was.