July 25
* I’m with a group of friends, it is getting to be rather late at night. One of my friends and I were supposed to go out and get some food for everyone, but we drove around and couldn’t decide what sounded good to eat. We arrive back at the house (Mom’s house) and walk into the kitchen… everyone else is waiting outside. My parents are already asleep, I’m worried the noise of everyone outside will wake them, and I’m also worried they will yell at me for being late. I’m still hungry, as is my friend, so we are debating about having either grilled cheese or bacon sandwiches to eat.
I walk out the front door and across the front lawn. The street is wider than it should be, the lawn is expansive. The small group of friends has grown to a larger crowd. As I look around I see a container on the back of a semi… the back door is open, it looks like there are circus performers (acrobats) coming out of the trailer. I walk through the crowd and I see a friend from jr. high/high school (KL) She it telling me all about some kind of health problem she had in jr. high that I never knew about… she explains about some of the doc appointments she went to, then also that she was taking a kind of medication to help with it… the meds were MAOI’s… I’m wondering how that would have helped with her condition. As I watch her talk, she seems to be aging right in front of me… her skin becomes deeply creased and her hair is gray… I keep wondering if I’m looking at her or her mother. I turn and walk through the crowd, trying to find my other friends. I’m beginning to see celebrities walking around through here as well. Corey Haim is muddling through the crowd on the arm of someone. I call his name trying to get his attention, but there is a lot of noise (looks like we are now at a carnival) and he is being steered the other direction. Corey Feldman is off in the distance that way.
*I’m traveling through a foreign country. It looks as though children are being used here as labor. I see a pile of gold items… jewelry, coins, goblets (like a pile of treasure in a pirate cave) On the top of the pile is a cast iron cauldron… the gold is being melted down. The children seem to be smiling? they are dressed in native clothing (brocades in rich reds and blues) they are dark skinned, black hair… I want to say Tibet or some country in that region. There is an adult with them… she is going to show them how to avoid detection from the invaders. She pours some of the molten metal over her legs, and the children do the same. They lay back over the pile of gold, laying still… the liquid is absorbed over them and from a distance they look like statues. There are invaders walking through now… I’m observing from a distance. They walk by, glancing briefly at the “statues”, then continue their patrol of the area. They don’t notice that the liquid is not set, the statues are moving slightly as the liquid moves around. I walk up to them after the soldiers have left, to let them know it’s safe to move. They have been under the liquid too long… it is now set. As I walk I reach out to touch one of the statues… the ground beneath me is not solid… it shifts under my feet. I’m standing on a giant pile of the same statues… I reach forward and touch one of them, and it crumbles beneath my fingers… as if made by ash. I’m thinking of the victims of Pompeii… piled to an indescribable height and I’m walking through it. I start to shake at the thought… my heart races and I’m beginning to panic. I need to get away from this place, but the ground shifts beneath my feet too much and I can’t run… I can only climb over more bodies to get out. I reach solid ground and I find a memorial of some kind… a place for an offering? – it looks like it could be a prayer station. Children have created small dolls from clay and left them here. It is heartbreaking to see the happy dolls – all made with smiling faces – knowing what I’ve just crawled over. The vision of the kids pouring boiling metal over their own legs will not leave my mind.
*I’m walking into the lobby of a hotel. O is participating in some kind of show (a flowergirl for a wedding) and I need to find out where she is at. I’m walking through the hotel and I know I need to get to room 233 (or 223) I’m looking at the doors to the rooms around the main lobby. Some of the numbers don’t make sense, they are out of order (like the storefronts in a shopping mall) I’m turning in circles and then I spot the number where the wedding is supposed to be. They are practicing right now. The room directly next to the wedding is some kind of… singles mixer for transvestites. I see a man – full beard – running out of that room laughing, dressed in a satin gown. Another man runs after him, picking him up (like he’s going to walk over the threshold of a house) and running through the lobby with him, also laughing. The group for this room is rowdy, I’m surprised the hotel would book this group in the room right next to a wedding ceremony. I see the wedding party coming out of the next room. There is a man directing people on where to go… O is in the front of the group with a young girl, they are skipping and singing a song as they come out the doors. The director has them loop around a large potted plant and stop just on the other side of the doors while the rest of the wedding party comes out. There is a man in a wheel chair, electric wheel chair, who is part of the wedding party but the chair moves slowly, and the director is trying to figure out how to fit everything into the song they are moving to.
EDIT: One more dream note I forgot to write up earlier this morning:
*I’m sitting on my bed reading a book – it’s an over sized novel (the book is about 18″ wide and 24″ tall) It is leather bound… old… like something out of Lord of the Rings. It is bound with twine inside the leather cover… the pages are beginning to deteriorate… the binding cracks a bit when I turn the pages. The story is about PE. S sits next to me on the bed as I flip through the pages, looking for the place where I left off. I turn a couple chapters ahead and find a note – S has written a letter to me, it’s written on notebook paper. The handwriting is a bit messy… there are a lot of doodles around the edge and mixed in with the writing… looks like he wrote it during a class. He tucked it into my book for me to find while I was reading so I’d know he was thinking about me.
