While by no
means ‘comforting’, last night’s dream did not disappoint me as a departure
frommy usual dreams. It was magnificent and New,spiraling in novel and
unforeseen unfoldings.
1.
I saw John again, visiting him in,perhaps, Chicago.
Regretably,I cannot remember what he told me, but it had been very wise. We
toured the city for a bit, even meeting some of his friends one of them, an
ISTP- looking girl of Dark demeanourm may have had a mutual sexual attraction
with me.
2.
The knowledge of this fact, if not some action upon it,
brought me back to Palomar College. I
found some old friends there, perchance, but predominantly consorted with
new,more extraverted and socially in-/evolved ones.
I worked on the set of a
theatre production, glorifying in the joy of returning daily to a
Growing task that did not mince Fun/Play and Work in a testament to
barbarism.At one point, however,I may have enviedthe performers.
I would work late behindthe
scenes,and my parents would call.The girl whom John the Hitch-hiker had introduced
me to may have been working with me.I wanted to stay there, never answering the
phone, sometimes not even wanting to
return home, though I don’t recall having had the Nerve to surpass that threshold.
The place we
workedseemed like a large warehouse, devoid of light pre dominantly, with a
haunting quality that non the less leant the impression that the greatest threat to anyone in the building would be
Me.
I do not recall whether it had been prior to this episode
beginning with John or following it,
but I do recall that at one point I was in a video game again.It was partlya continuation of the
point-and-click ad venture that Maria and I had played and were still playing,
perhaps in^ prior dreams
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both as players and characters.At one point,however, the game departed.
Sheand I became separated, and I had to complete some obstacle course that was
akin to Mar’s Tomb in Jak II.I swung on beams protruding from a gray mountainside overlooking a grassy
stretch, the danger tinged with a nostalgia that suggested that,though my death
would be doom for my sister and the mission,or it would at least come as a blow, the mount ains would
beunmoved.
I succeeded, rejoining Maria on a
lofty platform hovering inan unknown stratum of the Sky.Careful not to fall but
with a confidence that we Wouldn’t, we made our way, cautiously and eagerly,
sometimes separately and sometimes together, sometimes, maybe even,the one
helping the other from across a gap, until we approached a house floating upon
one of these islands that was coloured Teal.We circumvented the wall of this
building by sneaking along the thin edge that bordered it, arriving,I think, at astaircase leading up
to an open window-space through which the opposite side of the house overlooked
the skyscape.
I don’t recall How, but we ended up
descending into a cellar in this
building. It was maybe at this point that I recognized that the building was
one of the Ascension pods that Amanda and I took in dream #18.
Towards theend of the dream,I ended
up visiting Happy Chang’s. Sue, if not some absurd mockery of Sue, greeted me
with unmitigated enthusiasm,but surprise.
The interior of the restaurant had
begun to at once a Hobbit-Hole and the Sushi Bar that I had visited with Andrew
and Kresten.Where the kitchen would have been, there was a further extension of
the restaurant. There Randy, a much older man now, sat. He was enjoying the company of some friends,
like the owner of Rosaria pizza.
I asked Sue if I could have a meal.
This was in the entrance hall, which re
minded me of the Vegan café in Berkeley
and the Chinese Restaurant at the end of the plaza at the West end of
Rancho Bernardo, wherein I wandered in once or twice just to feel the Zen and
to pilfer a candy,peppermint, while the owner went to fetc me a menu.
Sue, who had met my request with a
taken-abackness, obliged.She returned, moments laterm as I waited in the hall,
with a small plastic box of leftovers, urging me to take it with enthusiastic
hospitality.
* I should like to think that some
of his friends were young, but this may have not been so.
It was at that moment that I realized that Happy Chang’s was
not open on Sundays.
I asked Sue
if I could help out.Maybe I had spoken with Randy. They gave me a task.
I ended up
delivering pizza ingredients to their neighbouring restaurant, Sorrento’s. I
don’t recall at what moment that it occurred to me where I was. I may very well
have entered the pizza factory through their kitchen, although this is
unlikely.At one point or another, however,I definitely did get the impression
that Happy Chang’s was nowserving pizza.
The boy at the factory, at one end of the pizza assembly
line,was none other than Andrew from Joann. His accomplice may very well have
been the other New Guy.
I tried
rolling a pizza, but I lacked the ingredients except for the crust. I think
that I toke somefrom his pizza and used
them on my own, but it is unlikely that the dream would have followed a logical
sequence. Somehow, however, I interfered with his order, Perhaps it had not been
so. Perhaps he had interfered with mine.
Regardless,
however, he ultimately and innocently thanked me.
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