Thursday, December 19, 2013

Dream Journal Forty-two.


            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 

/  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.

 
                                                                        dm.A.A.

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