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june 21, 2003 (alpha)
dream 2
Bri was running away. I didn't see it. I dreamt it. (dream within a dream) In my dream, there were images of her vehicle (I think a Jeep sort of vehicle) packed with luggage. It rode down the highway right after a bridge crossing and towards a downtown area (with no skyscrapers). There was no mention of why she was running away...just some faint words by her in the dream about the experiences of different kinds of people roaming within in the city by themselves. Tourists "rotated". Locals/others had something to do with a one-time thing? Those words made sense within the dream, at least. Within the downtown area, where the highway ended and became a broad major road (but with hardly any traffic at all), nighttime came. In that area there was no longer any image of the vehicle, and there was a beautifully lit museum. The museum looked yellowish on the outside because of the night lighting, but it was obvious that in daylight it was white stone. Its exterior design was based on that of the US Supreme Court, columns and all. The museum was on the right side of the main road, and there was a large lawn before the entrance of the museum. Bright lights, the same kind at night games at stadiums, lit up the lawn. So Bri disappeared, and the dream ended. So I used the information from the dream and found the area where the museum was. She was nowhere in sight. There was a saddening feeling. Then I saw an Asian girl walking onto the lit lawn of the museum. She did not see me. She walked up onto the platform on the lawn, sat down on a chair, and opened an instrument case. It was either a string instrument or a wind instrument. I walked onto the lawn, with her still not seeing me. Now I was facing her on the platform from afar as an audience. She was standing up behind a podium, and she began to play a little music. But the music faded out, and when I looked again, she was calling out and talking loudly as though there was a large, responsive audience. I began to cheer and scream as any enthusiastic audience would, and she then noticed me and responded to my response by smiling and screaming some more words. It was a lot like a spirit rally. I responded two more times, the third time with an attempt to do a high-pitched female scream that's often heard in an audience. My voice didn't crack, but the scream was weak and inaudible over a decent distance. Afterwards, we were in a conversation. I told her about Bri's running away and my trying to find her based on a dream. She offered her own response to the situation. I don't remember what she said, but it was comforting to be able to talk about it with someone. As night was getting ready to turn into a sun-dominated morning, we got ready to part and head our own ways. We walked around the outside of the museum, and suddenly I saw Bri, who didn't see either of us, walk right in front of us and into a large museum garage. We opened the upward sliding door, and there she was, hunched over and crouching in the back of the room. She looked very tired.
Tania drove us back in her white minivan. Although the interior, for unknown reasons, was that of a sedan. Anyway, I sat in the backseat. I don't remember where anyone else sat. Bri was still quiet and tired-looking. Tania commented on what Bri must have gone through. I queried about what the response at home from her parents would be. Tania said that they were still asleep. So they wouldn't have to know. There was a choice. We drove onward.
And then I woke up to Mommy calling my name.
I was in the bedroom hallway of a house. There was some commotion happening in the master bedroom. I'm guessing that it was an argument. Worried friends of the arguers were in the hallway, trying to mend the problem. I walked into another room. Karen was in there. So was Tania. She was relaxing and staring up at the ceiling on the higher bed of beds of different levels. They weren't bunks. The lower bunk was empty. For some reason, I knew that the lower bed of the two belonged to Bri. I queried where she was. I don't remember the answer. Suddenly I was in a different room, although I hadn't actually walked outside the room I was just in. Bri was there. It seemed that we spoke very little, but agreed to go somewhere. Suddenly, I was walking outside on dry grass area between people's backyards. There were a few people walking with me, and one of them was probably Bri. Karen might have been there too. But as we walked, everyone who was walking with me seemed to fade away without anybody noticing. I walked by a fence, and behind that fence were the highest seats of the California Memorial Stadium. A person in a smiling Cal bear suit in mostly yellow looked at me. A Cal football game was in play, and there were school spirit colors of (mostly) yellow and blue. Brass wind instruments were blaring out with joy. Distant cheers could be heard. They were distant because the upper seats were not entirely filled, so nobody near me was cheering. I continued my walk. Suddenly I found myself in what looked like the front of some grand hotel where the cars pull in. It had a parking garage feel, and there was a marquee above us covering the entire area from direct sunlight. A white lady who I found sort of attractive was in a black showgirl/Vegas costume greeting high-profile guests as they exited their black Cadillacs or black limos. Observing all of this from the other side of the road was me. I stood next to a glass elevator within an indoor area surrounded by glass windows. In that indoor area, inside of which I was not, was a metallic, carpeted boardwalk/walkway. It was angled slightly upsloping and turned after ten to fifteen feet at almost a right angle. There was a podium with a control panel at the first fork of the walkway. One walkway probably led to the Cal football game, although the entire hotel feel sure did not help me make that conclusion. The other walkway probably led to a pool surrounded by fake tropical trees on a level below ground level. When I turned around, the lady in the costume somehow got me to do her a favor by dressing up in her costume (even though I'm a guy) to give her a break. (Hey, now I'm possibly an involuntary cross-dresser. Yay...) Some people glanced at me with looks that gave a feeling of humiliation. But surprisingly, most people minded their own business. I found a poster showing the lady in the outfit. I told her I couldn't do this, and that she looked much better in the outfit. She refused. So I was stuck with the outfit. Upon seeing my reflection in a glass window, I saw that the outfit was now a blue outfit that Whistler's mother would wear, or maybe instead something from the late 1800's. (And I forgot the next segment of the dream.)
I was given a homework assignment that required me to play a piano piece and record it for a college professor. I was in a room with an entry way with no door. The walls and floor were made of white marble with a pattern of gray swirls. Beside the doorway and wall corners were small semi-columns that served no real purpose other than appearance. The hallways had the same look. In fact, now that I think of it, it had a similar look to the hallway of the post office in Oakland. Diagonally across the hall was another doorless opening to another room, in which the professor sat at a desk in darkness, save the dim desklamp. Focusing back into the room I was in, I began to think about my assignment, and then I decided to learn a song. I have no memory of how I chose a song, but it was one of which I had never heard. The title at the top of the sheet music was something "Leary", as in Macon Leary from The Accidental Tourist. The first word must have been "Vonnegut" as in Kurt Vonnegut. So if what I remember about the title is correct, the title was likely somewhere along the lines of "Vonnegut Leary", as strange as it seems. It doesn't surprise me though, given that I had been reading these works of literature recently. Although I don't recall how I chose this piece, I do remember looking up the name in the library in a music book. So I played the piece while recording my audio performance, and I turned in the assignment. Then I was suddenly on a slightly sloping grassy field at night. The moon was out and shining brightly, and there was a bonfire around which a bunch of kids my age (around seventeen/eighteen, more or less) were sitting. The orange glow of the fire illuminated the faces of all the kids around me. We were all college kids, and somehow I knew that we were at Cal, although I don't remember ever seeing such a large grassy field on the campus before. I doubt that one that size even exists. So perhaps we weren't on campus, but instead in the woods. I wasn't a part of the bonfire gathering, however. I was only watching. I wasn't sure if I had a feeling of sorrow or disappointment. I suddenly found myself back inside one of the college buildings with marble walls and floors. I was not in Chem 1A, and I realized that I was late. The class started at 2 pm, but regardless of my not knowing what time it was, I still knew that I was late. A feeling of failure rushed me. And the dream ended.
june 22, 2003 (beta)
I was in a room below ground level in a stone castle. Even though the room was below ground level, the wilderness grounds immediately outside the room was at the same level as the room's floor level. It was a doorless entry, or whatever you would call those. There was a seemingly abandoned or unused canopy bed with a skeleton nearby. It might have been on the bed. The skeleton didn't stand out in the environment of the room. It was gray colored, almost camouflaged with the bland color of the sheets. The room itself held a bland look, and the fact that it was not a well lit room did not help either. Suddenly, I noticed a light saber with a golden handle on the stairway. The stairway was made of cold, dark concrete with no handrails. The light saber was off, so it was merely a dirty gold colored handle with no light beam, and the saber lay on the square platform between the perpendicular flights of steps. I picked up the light saber, rotated the handle until I found the power switch, and turned it on. Was it a light bluish white or a light red? I honestly don't remember the color of the blade. I think it was red, which in the movies meant aggression. And that's all I remember.
july 2, 2003 (delta)
I had just hung out with Tommy. I believe that we had just watched a movie, and we were waiting outside on a wide sidewalk beside a huge, grand train station, waiting for Tommy's ride to pick him up. Beside the sidewalk was a wide major road with many lanes. An early 1990's white economy car passed by, and for a moment I thought I thought it was Tommy's parents in the car, but in a brief slow motion mode as the car passed right next to me, I realized that they weren't them. A second car followed right behind, about ten or fifteen feet behind, and it was a brand new sparkling silver luxury car. I think it was a Mercedes. Inside was Tommy's parents in the front, and Daniella and Michael in the back. The car stopped by the sidewalk, and Tommy entered the back on the right side. The car then pulled away. The entire car scene has just happened in slow motion. Afterwards, a huge crowd of pedestrians began crossing the road in both directions across the pedestrian crossing zone. It was a lot like the largest crowd you'd find in a large downtown area like Manhattan. People walked by me, around me, or into my shoulder and continued on. Everywhere I looked in the crowd, there was someone I knew...friends, schoolmates, friends of friends, Karen and her friends (busy walking and talking to each other and absorbed in their own conversations)...who I knew walking in the opposite direction towards me and by me. Once in a while, one of these friends and I would establish eye contact for a fraction of a second and continue walking by me almost immediately without disrupting their own pedestrian movement. There were more like quick glances without any thought or feeling. But almost everybody ignored me as they walked by in the opposite direction. The crowd moving in my direction continued to sift through the crowd moving towards us. When I reached the sidewalk at the other side of the road, I looked at an escalator that disappeared from view, below the ground and into the subway station. Above the escalator was a ceiling sign reading something street station. The crowd of people in the subway station area on the ground was still as dense as the crowd crossing the street. I turned my head to look behind me, back at the train station. It was just as busy there. I turned around and began crossing the street to head back to the train station side. Suddenly, I heard Karen's voice above all other sounds. It was loud and clear. She called my name, "Gordon, Gordon, Gordon...". Then I woke up from my dream, and I found my mom calling my name to answer the phone.
july 3, 2003 (gamma)
I should've written this dream down immediately after waking up because i've forgotten most of the details. I was sitting among civil engineers, or at least a committee of city planners. In a part of the room, very likely the center, there was a huge model of a city and its neighboring hill and rivers. As the city planners (all male, as I recall) chattered away at the other side of the room, one guy crouched with his back to a wall at my side of the room. He looked down at the floor and looked at me when I looked at him. The guy looked like Nedjo. He had the same smirk that was a futile attempt at a smile, if it was even an attempt. He gave a look and an impression that he was above everyone else, that his way of thinking was far beyond that of anyone else. So he sat alone in the corner and isolated himself. I turned my head and looked at the model, and Nedjo was still within my peripheral vision. Upon my seeing the mountain, a river appeared at the summit of the mountain and split into two large rivers, each flowing down the slope symmetrically. The event caught the attention of all in the room. And then Nedjo took credit for the miracle, although looking back, I don't know why the appearing river was such a brilliant idea. Nobody even seemed to be bothered by the miracle of appearing water on a model.
july 6, night of july 5, 2003 (epsilon)
There was a sauna where a bunch of guys my age were. My jean shorts were loose and therefore hung low, showing some underwear. Suddenly for unknown reasons, I was wearing a simone cheerleading outfit, green, or at least the shirt part. On our way out of the locker room, attached to the sauna room, some football guys came in and started speaking aggressively to the guys i was with. Then they overheard that Simone was here, and they perked up, saying that they wanted to see her, wanted to see her tits. And they laughed. I was hiding behind my friends. someone had mistaken me for a hot girl just because of the green cheerleading outfit I was wearing with Simone written across it. But when they finally saw me, they were disgusted and started getting ready to beat people.
This part of the dream was very vague. All I remember is a possible a lecture, and then a large model of a planet with sprouting crystals that glowed green in the radius where I slammed my hand. And then the next dream...
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