dream 2/6/2021

amidst the cold of last night, i had a strange series of dreams. i recall in my head this pattern of two continuities... something within the golden (or copper bowl), and another reality, maybe more digital... either a continuation of the first continuity, or a representation of it...

the temporality or sequence of dreams always confuses me. because how do you fake that? it seems some things in a dream happened before other things, but then, they seem to snake back into each other like some kind of ouroborus. i also imagined that recounting a dream is like retracting a frog's tongue, with all the random bits of earth and fly attached, in no particular order,

but in any case... there was something about tenrikyo. like they had some sort of event or something. i remember there being a kwonset hut painted clumsily, that housed some sort of environmental stuff that a member had been interested in. i recall imagining that large guy that was a student of christopher lee matsuo, a bagua practitioner. somehow he was involved in it. i don't recall actually going inside the kwonset hut, but the image of the exterior and my impressions of it remained...

there was a little cottage to the side of the church, and i seemed to be wandering through it. i saw a little child, a toddler... and i believe i communicated with him for a bit... and then i ran into the mother (a teacher at my school) and her daughter(s)... and everyone was friendly. i recall purchasing something for the daughters at the garage sale like thing going on at the church. and then, oddly, in going to tell the mother, we found her asleep in bed...

there was this junk heap of a car that i had to drive home or something. and for some reason, the land that i had to traverse was not just pothole-ridden; it was particularly catastrophic. the ground rose at these impossible angles... there was asphalt, but it had been placed on land so sloped as to run down it into darkness... i was attempting to choose my path through this catastrophic landscape (it somehow reminded me of an old waipahu, all dirty and country), and i noticed this underground passage. i saw what appeared to be rudimentary stairs cut into the far side, but because of the intervening land, i couldn't tell if they continued on to the other side. in any case, i did go down them, and found a way out...

it seemed as though i had this pos car, salvaged (?) from the junkyard, and i had parked it on the street. just then, this family of what i thought were samoan people, but turned out to have nightmarish faces... well, they started to mistake my car for one of the samoan girls's, and began to load things into the trunk. i objected... their heads were huge, and pale, and otherworldly. but they realized their mistake...

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i don't know what any of it meant. i do feel there is significance in the bowl. it's been something i've been thinking of with regards to my story. i also have returned with the insight that it's best not to structure the "dream" sequence too much, and to allow it to flow through, in the true manner of dreams...