June 4, 1999

Something a little different today - three dream descriptions

1st Dream-

I am in a bed in a huge room. The floors are composed of that old-timey, narrow slatted wood. The ceiling is white and I can't remember what the walls looked like - only that the colors on them optically ran together to have a graying effect. There is an old friend from high school here - she is in the other bed.

Strange things begin happening. My friend complains that it feels like someone is touching her but no one is there. Soon, it begins happening to me but I try to ignore it and go to sleep anyway. I turn off my walkman and lay it on the floor beside the bed - the chinese lantern (it's red and ivory white but I can't remember the pattern) over the bed begins to swing of its own violition and the walkman hops itself back up onto the bed. I jump out of bed and start trying to remember all those dusty, unused methods of psychic protection that I learned at one point or another. I begin to enclose the room in a bubble of blue light but nothing happens. It doesn't work this time. Nothing does. This unsettles me more than 'the ghost' does. I begin talking to 'the ghost' and tell it to settle and be quiet. It gets worse. Doors begin to open and close by themselves; the lantern swings about madly, rapping begins on the walls...soon there is a little girl sitting on the floor in the left front corner (being determined by the entrance door of the room being 'front right') demanding her money. I ask her about it and she tells me that it was in the attic of the old house that used to stand on the property. I tell her that it may not be here anymore since the house is rebuilt but she is more than welcome to look for herself.

The white ceiling disappears and thin, exposed beams (perhaps 1"x 1") with 1"x6" boards covering them appear. The girl crawls all over them with impunity and finds a dusty white linen bag which she claims is her money. She is suddenly sitting back in her corner, hugging the bag with a big smile on her face. All the poltergeist-like activity stops immediately.





2nd Dream -

I am in a small town, rollerskating up and down a sidewalk that is elevated at least 2' off the road. There are shops here of all kinds - like on any mainstreet in Smalltown, USA. I am waiting for tickets to go on sale for a concert - I don't know what concert, just that C.M. is going to be buying them. Everyone has something to say about my skates - they seem surprised to see someone actually using a pair.

The tickets are being sold in a grocery store here - we go through the checkout to get them. I still have my skates on and the cashier seems surprised to see that. We go back out on the sidewalk where I look at the tickets to see that they're for a Danzig concert (can't remember the other band that is on the bill) - I ask C.M. why he got those tickets when we could have seen Aerosmith, Poison and several other bands next week. He looks disgusted and says, "I know."

3rd Dream -

C.M. and I are in a little, dark hotel. We are there for a gathering of some type - gothic or Dark Pagan, I'm not sure which. The room certainly looks the part with the black, gauzey material and Victorian fixatures. Suddenly a girl is standing in the room, dressed quite like Wynona Ryder in Beetlejuice. She asks C.M. to join her in some ritual and he says that he will think about it - which the girl takes as rejection and flies out the window. As she does, she changes into something that looks quite like the lead character from The Nightmare Before Christmas. I run to the window and see her hit the ground. I run out (grabbing my sword as I do) and go to her. She is lying on the ground and is herself a sword. I put mine down and check her for injuries - her pommel is broken, just behind the hilt. I ask C.M. if she can be fixed and he thinks so.

After the girl/sword is taken care of, I go looking at all there is to see here. It all takes place around the swimming pool - which everyone is avoiding. I have my skates on. There are all kinds of booths here, including one run by two men that promotes some kind of books and films for gays. They are just starting to pack up when I get to their booth but they give me a brochure anyway. I walk on.


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