In my dream I was in a massive hotel looking over a swelling river with a lot of other official people. Some doomsday effect was going down. Perhaps the river had ruptured and exhausted lives. Maybe the sun was leaking and we were all quarantined. Something deadly.
I had a bossy management position where comprehensive and authoritative decisions were expected.
I was tired. My teeth hurt and were being crushed by other teeth.
The party was contrived and rife with men.
I gazed at the bulging river through distorted hotel glass.
I liked the music being played in the room, upbeat in contrast to the view.
Barack Obama walked into the room. I felt relief.
Instantly everything changed. Someone offered him a drink. He was relaxed, happy, and not self conscious.
People were taking photos of him with their phones.
I asked him to dance and he stared at me.
I usually say the wrong thing so I only mildly flinched at his non response.
You're so short, he said. It would be like dancing with a child.
He lifted me onto an ottoman with casters and this is how we danced. With my hand on his shoulder he slid me about the room.
You can fix everything, I told him.
No, he said, i just know how to dance.
Showing posts with label #Dreamtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Dreamtime. Show all posts
10/15/22
Wow, I thought when I saw this photo, Cheap Sleeps!
Shizuoka Press and Broadcasting. 1967.
Kenzo Tange. Photo by Foto_momo.
A close variation on this building appeared in my dreams years ago. It was called 'hotel' Cheap Sleeps.
The structures on its sides were sleeping chambers in my post nuclear landscape dream.
It was a recurring nightmare.
I owned the business with Johnny Depp who I pretty much hated and thought of as a slacker because he only worked the office while I had to maintain the building.
In my dream it was a corten steel structure shaped like a cigar.
And sometimes a cigar is just a cigar!
A close variation on this building appeared in my dreams years ago. It was called 'hotel' Cheap Sleeps.
The structures on its sides were sleeping chambers in my post nuclear landscape dream.
It was a recurring nightmare.
I owned the business with Johnny Depp who I pretty much hated and thought of as a slacker because he only worked the office while I had to maintain the building.
In my dream it was a corten steel structure shaped like a cigar.
And sometimes a cigar is just a cigar!
2/15/22
Dreamtime
It was a place of missing floor boards and waning enchantment. A hard place with no reflective surfaces. A mirror was frosted with dust.
Every single thing was broken. It was the prose of abandonment, a story with a narrative that's always spinning but never changing.
Being the shortest person in the group I was handed a small flashlight from a man's hand. Doll size.
I let it fall.
The scents of rotting wood, urine, and spilled beer in this place.
This is how I became haunted.
Every single thing was broken. It was the prose of abandonment, a story with a narrative that's always spinning but never changing.
Being the shortest person in the group I was handed a small flashlight from a man's hand. Doll size.
I let it fall.
The scents of rotting wood, urine, and spilled beer in this place.
This is how I became haunted.
1/29/22
A Dream about My Forever President. 2016
In my dream I was in a massive hotel looking over a swelling river under an ashen sky. A lot of official people were snarling at each other.
Some doomsday situation was going down. Perhaps the river had ruptured and exhausted lives. Maybe the sun was leaking and we were all quarantined. Something.
I had a bossy management position where comprehensive and authoritative decisions were expected.
I was tired. My teeth hurt and were being crushed by other teeth.
Some doomsday situation was going down. Perhaps the river had ruptured and exhausted lives. Maybe the sun was leaking and we were all quarantined. Something.
I had a bossy management position where comprehensive and authoritative decisions were expected.
I was tired. My teeth hurt and were being crushed by other teeth.
The party was contrived and rife with men.
I gazed at the bulging river through distorted hotel glass.
I liked the music being played in the room, upbeat in contrast to the view.
Barak Obama walked into the room and I suddenly felt relief.
Instantly everything changed. Someone offered him a drink. The party chatter became smoothing, the clouds started to fade.
He was relaxed, happy, and not self conscious.
People were taking photos of him with their phones.
I asked him to dance and he stared at me. I usually say the wrong thing so I only mildly flinched at his non response.
You're so short, he said. It would be like dancing with a child. I winced and my party dress withered.
He lifted me onto an ottoman with casters and this is how we danced. With my hand on his shoulder he slid me about the room.
You can fix anything, I told him.
No, he said, I just know how to dance.
1/21/22
Dream
What woke me: Dreaming of a male doctor straddling my body with a hot iron in his left hand about to descend and 'burn the cancer out of my chest'. I'm talking about an ironing board iron. I was screaming at him that we needed to discuss the treatment when I woke.
I much preferred the amusing hummingbird dream of yesternight.
The poor hummingbird circling my head thinking sweetness was in there. No, I don't have cancer but a friend is currently in treatment.
I much preferred the amusing hummingbird dream of yesternight.
The poor hummingbird circling my head thinking sweetness was in there. No, I don't have cancer but a friend is currently in treatment.
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