...yes, i know, i have not posted a "waking entry" yet... i am gradually working through my routines. just got things started somewhat yesterday...
but i still have dreams. i will share these briefly and get to work.
i had a couple of dreams that i recall in fragments. in the first, i was at some meeting at work. only there were people there that weren't the real people at work. in fact, some were celebrities. i'm not sure why we were gathered there, sitting in these assembled couches and recliners... but in any case, the guy next to me, who looked like ryan seacrest, well, he started going into an emotional plea, like crying and everything, about why we all needed to vote for trump... our lives depended on it. and then, some others around me spoke, pleading for it. even in the dream, i thought, man, this sounds desperate. and, i don't know, immoral. i looked at the ryan seacrest dude. i don't follow celebrities, but i always suspected that he was gay or something. and i thought, why the hell would you support trump if you're gay!? in my head, i thought, well, i guess you're white, and male, so maybe that "trumps" your orientation or something... but, yes, it was kind of... disturbing. to be put in a work meeting, and pressured out to vote for a candidate.
in my other dream... this was kind of taken from mulan. i remember being at the top of some polished ivory wall in a castle... and by castle, i don't mean something european. or even historical. i mean, this was a resort like wall, from top to bottom. anyway, this head popped up at one point, and it was the head of the presumed hun (i think he's played by scott lee or something). so i was this servant, so i shot an arrow high up to hit him. the first one just passed his head. the second one hit him dead in his forehead. but tough bastard that he was, he only grew angry. i imagined his entire horde was just behind him, so i started to flee. i think a ladder was thrown, and i somehow climbed it, high high high up into a rear corner of the castle. only i was trapped. the ladder didn't lead anywhere, and it was supported only marginally at the corner of the top of a flight of stairs. i realized my predicament too late. barbarians were streaming into the castle, and i was like a sitting duck at the top of this ladder. there was no escape...
somehow the attention drew off of me. i realized i had to be brave and somehow make my way down the ladder. there was no use in being paralyzed with fear. so i somehow edged myself down the ladder. again, it was on the edge of the landing, outside of any rails. somehow i managed to find thin footholds above the dizzying heights, and got into a second floor hallway...
i think this dream merged into a third, in which i was in this interesting little apartment made by my friend min. i think my whole family was there. we were supposed to wait to climb up this ladder to the second floor. there was this little quirk about the ladder in that it was also next to the toilet of the second floor. the sewage drained down into this little cheese cloth bag that was supposed to filter the shit out. at the moment, this sort of brownish water was kind of dripping out of the bottom of the bag, into this sink. when i commented about this, min just put his hand into the brown water, and noted that he would have to fix this... anyways, it turns out we were waiting for to go up the ladder to see some sort of movie or something. but i realized that i couldn't wait. i had to board a return flight or something. i asked what time it was. my wife said it was 9:30. holy shit! i thought. i was supposed to meet my brother at the airport at 9:30, so we could board the 10:00 flight! i scrambled out of there, briefly saying goodbye to my family, whom i wanted to stay with...
and i woke with that feeling of panic.
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