Dream Journal #7
I can’t immediately recall last night’s dream, although I
know it was good.
Dream Journal #8:
Last night’s
dream was exceedingly vivid, probably because Dream #4 had been analysed by
Spencer and Zac(sp?) in our serendipitous meeting outside At Ease.
The dream was interrupted by my waking, in a psychologically
disheveled state uncharacteristic of early morning, at about five in the
morning.
When I returned, I was supposed to deliver an announcement
on some radio program. This was one of my many dreams which had the theme of
Compulsion, of a social kind, running predominantly throughout it.
Although, in a certain* sense, the caliber of the demand
must not have exceeded the gravity of a college assignment, the shame
identified with falling short of it seemed to outweigh it.
* rational or social
The announcement had to rhyme, yet I felt hopeless in regard
to remembering the pattern that the people assisting me and I had settled upon.
Ultimately, I missed the appointed announcement, although my colleagues had
resigned themselves to this inevitability and were thus even less perturned by
the fact.
The prior dream had taken on a greater mood of almost
cynical resignation (rather than urgency), thus mirroring my eccentric waking
modd from the previous night, beginning with the encounter with Spencer and
Zac. The details escape me.
Dm.A.A.
2. I remember now. Interspersed with this absurd challenge,
which seemed to be staged on a game show with the underlying social mood of
urgency being akin to that of a newscast, I was eating parts of Pumpkin, trying
to rationally discern whether or not this would harm him.
3.
Towards the end of the dream, Oleg made an emphatic cameo. He
sdpoke to me and one or several of my friends in a fairly plain room (with a
presumably brown floor) as though he were lecturing to us.
He indicated a set of bags hanging
by a wall, I think. It was understood that each contained a laboratory sample
of a popularly dangerous drug. A tan sack a with absurd verisimilitude to a
manilla envelope purportedly contained methamphetamine.
Oleg mentioned, as though in
passing, that his father had invented a drug. To my incredulity, I had thought
he was referring to meth. Upon voicing my shock, Oleg corrected me with his
characteristic wry humour, assuring me, with all due respect paid to the
obviousness of my error, although with a marked absence of venom on his part,
that the drug his father had stumbled upon was one I (and presumably every one
in the room with the exception of Oleg) would have never heard of.
In restrospect, however, I must
wonder if Oleg actually chose to mention the drug as though it were well-known,
instead of it being the piece of esoteric knowledge it had been.
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