November 30
Very late night – the only snippet I can recall was me reminding myself to tell S about something today.
November 29
*There is a viewing party at my house. I thought we were supposed to be watching a lot of movies and serving dinner to a bunch of friends. We have chairs and couches set up in the living room… the living room has a high piled carpet (not quite shag) and it might be a burgandy color? KK is here, she has been helping me plan the party and make the food. Even though we’ve put together a large spread, it seems like some of it might still be in the oven. I’m laying on my stomach on the floor with a bowl of cheerios to snack on while I wait for the dinner to finish cooking. KK is sitting in a chair a little behind me and to my right. I have a movie in the DVD player ready to go, but she says we were supposed to watch sci fi first, because she hasn’t seen it on TV in such a long time and there are only a few episodes of this show left.
I get up and switch the TV to the sci fi channel… we’ve missed the first few minutes of the show but I can back it up to the beginning once everyone is ready to sit down and pay attention. There is a commercial on TV about a furniture store that is donating a bunch of old couches to a charity – they asked for volunteers to come help move the furniture. The commercial shows people all dressed in red sweaters celebrating how many couches they donated. There is a band.
I turn and I’m now in the band, sitting in one of the front chairs. I think I recognize the voice behind me and it is Harry Connick Jr. He is playing what looks like… a cross between a baritone and a saxaphone, but part of it wraps around his head and sits on his shoulders like a tuba would. The mouth piece is a reed, but could also be switched to a trumpet mouthpiece. Someone in the back of the band has a complaint, and practice has stopped so that Harry can take care of it. He was elected the band leader, so he is in charge of resolving all issues.
November 28
*I’m working as a clerk in a grocery store – this is a cover. Intel comes in – I see other agents move down an aisle and disappear, I know they’ve gone down to HQ. They have accidentally taken my double instead of me, and I’ve been left in the grocery store. I know the manager is coming over soon to pull me into a meeting and I need to get ahold of the agents and let them know they have the wrong person down in HQ. Once the door is sealed I can’t follow them in, so I sneak out the side door, out of the grocery store, and huddle behind a pallate of items sitting outside. It is night time, and drizzling. I pull out my cell phone and try to remember what number to dial to send them a message. A couple women stop in front of me, I hear sirens and I know police are coming to look for me. I need to avoid the police – someone called in a report that a teenager had run away in an attempt to get me taken in… I look up, one of the women points to me and says I’m the one the cops are looking for… the other woman looks around, looks me in the eyes, and says “No, that’s my daughter…” I’ve never met her before in my life, but I think she must be another agent trying to help me keep my cover.
*I’m in an airport waiting for a plane. It must be crowded, I’m nowhere near any chairs, I’m in one of the long hallways between terminals, pulled my stuff off to the side wall to stay out of the way. I roll out a mat. I’m going to run through some FBI training exercises/stretches on the mat. I have a deck of cards with me… There are a few people around me waiting with me. One of the women looks at my deck of cards and thinks it is a tarot deck. I explain that it is a deck of exercises… what I do is shuffle the deck and take the top six cards and use those as a guide for my workout. She picks up my book (paperback, well worn… black cover with white writing, large FBI letters across the top, smaller print I can’t make out when she picks up the book) She likes the book and is showing the other agents around her. They are all talking about how they are leaving town, leaving the east coast, because they have grown bitter towards people in general and they need a change of pace.
November 27
*I am organizing several piles of mail… it looks like the mail has gone untouched for a long time. I’m layering several letters of similar size/shape/color between sheets of tissue paper and placing them in boxes. I see a lot of letters – they look like they might be international envelopes – to LF. I wonder why she has been writing to someone on paper instead of using the internet, it doesn’t seem like her.
*I’m in my mom’s backyard – where my swingset used to be is now a low rock wall. I’m sitting on the low wall with the fence to my back and I can see the entire length of the property. S is nearby somewhere. There are a lot of people coming into the backyard… I know most of them from high school. There are a couple guys (I think one is SH) I ask them a question – it’s a continutation of follow up to some discussion we’d been recently having, when I see JT out of the corner of my eye to my left. I’m startled, I had no idea he was going to be here and I haven’t seen him since high school. I turn to JT and start talking to him, not realizing that one of the other people I’d just been speaking to was mid-sentance. I try to listen to both of them… my head turns back and forth as I try to figure out when I can interject and explain I haven’t seen JT in so many years & I want to have a chance to chat or at least exchange e-mails. JT figures out that I’m listening to someone else and crosses around to sit to my right on the low wall and wait. After they other guys leave I talk to JT. I tell him that I found a website of his online a few years back, and tried to contact him, but it looks like he doesn’t maintain it anymore. He was nodding… that site is something he started and didn’t keep up with it. I congratulate him on getting married and ask what his wife is like.
The group is walking into the house now… there has been some kind of announcement that a meeting is starting. We have been given a substance that gives us a variety of super human powers (each person is affected by the substance differently, and develops different powers) JT’s power is flight, but he has never tried it before. I’ve flown before, so I explain how to do it as we walk through the front doors to the mansion. You just look at the area you want to go to, lean forward and aim, and you fly there. I take his left arm with my right, holding it firmly by the forearm, and tell him we’re going to fly up to the second level instead of taking the stairs like everyone else. As we walk into the mansion of the house there is a giant living room on the main level, and wide, mahogony staircases to either side of the living room. There are a lot of people taking the stairs. Above our heads I see the railing of the balcony which overlooks us from the second level. “Ready?” I ask, then I lean forward and we both fly up to the balcony. I can feel the air pressure change as we rise… “hold your body straight and lift your feet a bit” I tell him… we are barely clearing the railing and our feet are lower than our heads, so we have to lift them to keep from clipping the railing as we fly over. There is music playing in the next room here… a formal ball of some kind. JT is dressed in a suit. He is excited about having flown, and asks me to dance out there on the balcony. He is much taller than I am, so I put my right hand in his, put my left up on his shoulder, and float up so that we are at eye level, and he begins to dance in a waltz pattern while I float around, laughing.
November 26
*I’m on the phone with S… or trying to get ahold of him, leaving him a voice mail. He is on the road somewhere on his way back home from a long trip. I’m looking at a house that is for sale… it seems to be near our current house. The property is much larger, set off the road and down a gravel/dirt driveway into a thickly treed lot. Once you get off the main road you can’t hear any outside noise at all… no traffic in the distance. I believe we are close to a body of water. I’m here with someone.. either a friend or relative of some kind… we are looking at the property. We don’t have an appointment, we just happened to drop by on our way to somewhere else. Inside the bedrooms are being used as offices or project rooms, but there is an outbuilding, shaped like an octagon, which houses a couple of bedrooms in the back yard. The yard is heavily landscaped and maintained by a crew. There is a landscaping truck here now, blue truck… the man is putting down… straw?… over some areas of the yard to protect them over winter. I’m on the cell phone leaving a message and talking to the landscaper at the same time, listening to his description of the property. There are a lot of meandering paths between large garden beds – I see japanese maples in the centers of various islands of plantings. The yard is very lush… it’s foggy above the treeline.
Back home, S is still not back yet. I’m calling repeatedly but he is not answering his phone. He has a cold, I’m talking to another family member in the house… telling her that he is driving a motorcycle overnight to get home, and that the cold weather and fog are probably not helping his cold, so I think he stopped at a hotel overnight to get some sleep… that must be why he isn’t answering his phone, because he is trying to sleep.
*I’m taking pictures of some wild animals. I’m standing behind a structure of some kind that comes up to about my ribs or so. I see a deer… I seem to think that I have decent enough pictures of a deer already, but since I’m out here and I have my camera I might as well take some pictures of this one. It gets up and surprises me by walked closer. I shoot a couple frames, and it starts to run, bounding towards me. I can’t focus quite fast enough to get a shot when it is full frame. As it passes me I turn and face where it ran off to… through some very tall hedges I can see a yard. There is a deer in the yard, as well as a badger, a coyote, and a dog (some kind of small terrier) I’m thinking I could get better pictures if I stop and pull out my zoom lens. They appear to be running through the yard playing. Someone from the house comes out and tells me to leave. I go back home and I’m in the bathroom, kneeling on the floor working on something (not cleaning… I might be developing film or printing) The bathroom has a lot of white – the cupboards are white – there is dark wood in here as well in a couple places. My roomate surprises me… the bathroom door is open behind me and he comes to ask me what is going on. I explain how I was taking pictures of a badger, and how I can’t believe they would let a badger run around their yard with their pet dog, and I know the cops are on their way over here to find out what I was doing there, and I’ll have to explain why I was taking pictures.
