It’s about time… so much I have forgotten…
(Been drinking dark rum and mango juice, now sipping black Sambuca. Mmmmm. Why do I still love to be in this state? Why do I assume it is so bad for me?)
dreams dreams ok dreams….
In a rich person’s home, bears? Looking out the huge wall sized window out onto a gorgeous scene - …. Buildings? Like a luxury hotel beneath a full moon, with palm trees draped over everything. And stars. Like looking at a space launch at night or something, all lit up from so far away. There were two waterslides in the living room (modern, with massive tall ceilings, all blond wood and windows– they were black and tall and it was the coolest thing to be able to waterslide inside this gorgeous home. I had brought someone there – I was caretaking or something, and wanted to show off this crazy house. At some point I was bringing someone there and we looked into the windows of the house from the outside, and it was filled with people. The owners had come home, and although I was nervous I was pretty sure they hadn’t seen us, that we got away with hanging out in their awesome house. The bear thing…I don’t remember much, but there was some sort of half tamed gigantic bear in their home when we were there as well…?
Hardly remember now…such a shame…. Then I was watching a show/watching real people who were total physical freaks… They didn’t have real faces, just a jumble of facial features scattered randomly over their bodies, some of the features seemed to be moving beneath their skin – like two eyes migrating beneath the skin of their forearms somehow. One of the woman was essentially the most handicapped human in the world, that was in the subtext, anyway. Her face was… there were waving protruberences (?) all over her face, like fat worms or slugs about two inches around and 3-4 inches long, and they wiggled around like they were alive. She had only half legs and half arms, that ended in useless lumps. At one point I watched someone move the woman from one floor pad thing to another, since she couldn’t talk or move or do anything at all for herself, but she was alive so had a caretaker.
Last night I was on a bridge and people were bungee-ing off it, feet first and all the way into the water. I watched a father (looked a little like Jack Johnson, now that I think about it) and his young son jump backwards off of the bridge. I thought how horrifyingly scary it would be to jump off a bridge…I think at first I thought I was supposed to jump off the bridge with no protection, and finding out there their was a bungee cord was a pleasant surprise. At one point I was in the water swimming, and so going into the cold water wasn’t the thing I was afraid of, because people didn’t just touch the surface of the river, they plunged into it.
Last night I was supposed to meet Harrison at the airport for our flight to Hawaii, and I didn’t leave my house (at one point I was at the house in Weymouth, which I pretty much never think of) until thirty minutes before the flight was supposed to take off. I was stressing big time as I finally got a cab and climbed into it, but for some reason I still thought there was a slim chance that I might make my flight. At one point I had to take my bike to the T to get to the airport, and I locked my bike up to a metal rack down beneath the ground, where people got onto the subway, but later I couldn’t find it and figured I’d lost it or someone had stolen it. At one point I then lost my cell phone, so I had no idea what I was going to do and kept getting pissed when I thought about the hours being eaten out of my Hawaii vacation.
I had scuba gear on and was lying on my belly at the bottom of a very deep pool, which aside from its pool shape, seemed like the ocean. There seemed to be a cave in the corner, and there was coral, and the water was a deep cobalt blue. At one point I looked up and could see the surface about 20 feet above. Then I realized that somehow my Aunt Theresa was sitting on my back, making it very difficult to swim for the surface. And in my head I thought, I have to put some real effort into swimming upward. And I started kicking my legs vigorously. The thing is, I guess I was the edge of waking because I started kicking my legs vigorously in my bed, in real life, lying on my stomach. And Harrison woke immediately and started shoving me, trying to make me stop. And what can I say but, sorry I was swimming.
I forgot about this dream, but I had written some notes and I’m just going to type my notes:
Resort – line of people walking into the water
Weather bad
Snorkling- octopus, fish hovering
Sex in bathroom?
Someone took two fish, then carried them.
Cambridge house
Apartments along beach, waves/storms coming in
Jessica Simpson in weird dress (this part I actually do remember; JS wore this sparkly dress that make her body look kind of deformed, her hips and ass incredibly broad and low on her body.
Was in some kind of hotel/castle? trying to find my room, which seemed to keep switching to different sides of the hall, or at least I couldn't figure out which side it was on. Some kind of evil priest or something was after me, and keeping me from escaping. Brian from work and I were both being kept, and were trying to figure out how we were going to get away. The thing was, the guy keeping us didn't seem to keep a very good eye on us because he was never around. Still, we couldn't just escape out through the window because he would see us running. At one point Brian and I were changing clothes in the same room, and even though I don't know him very well I somehow thought it was cool that we were cool enough to change clothes in front of each other and it was no big deal. Then I was traveling through Europe with Kate, and I don't know how we got away from the evil priest guy, but we were supposed to go back to him and then suddenly I realized that we just didn't have to go back, that he would never be able to find us and we were free. We were working out way East from Britain, and at one point we were in England (cross between England and Amsterdam) and I wanted to show Kate this place that has come up several times in my dreams, a street in Amsterdam right by some train tracks that was very cool and had a beautiful funky hash shop.... at another point I was in paris and wanted to get to an English bookshop so i could buy a travel guide and explore Paris, and I couldn't believe no one wanted to do it with me. Back in England/Amsterdam with Kate, we were walking down a road trying to find someplace to sleep? and the road was growing less and less charmingly European. We found this place where everyone had an American accent, which I found disappointing. We used the bathroom and then it turned out that .... Kate said "guess what? We have to take a shower" like that was the deal, you couldn't use the bathroom unless you also took a shower and paid for it. They had pizza and hot dogs only for sale, because it was supposed to be American comfort food, or something. Then I heard a storm was coming and I wasn't sure if we were going to be able to cross the channel on the ferry like we planned.
