March 26
I’m in a house with friends, it’s out of state from where I currently live. My friend has had too much to drink and I need to get him home. The driveway is circular… he drove a truck here and I drove a car. I pull my car around to the front of the house, it is attached to his truck by a long band of fabric, but attached to the back of his truck so that when I drive forward the truck would drag behind me in reverse. I’m explaining to my friend that we have to get to his house quickly, because if a cop sees us we’ll get pulled over, it’s illegal to tow a car in this manner.
As we drive out of the neighborhood I see a building in front of me, at the top of the hill where the street I’m on hits the main cross street. The building is gray and not well maintained, there is something (a sign?) broken and propped against the wall on one side. I know that we are near TS’s house and I think about stopping by to say hello, but I need to get moving because I’m already late and have a long way to drive. I’m not entirely sure how to get to where I need to be, but I see a sign for the freeway (I-84) and I head in that direction.
My car has now dissolved away from me, people on the freeway are not in cars, they are moving along by sitting (as if on a skateboard) and pushing with their hands to pick up speed. I’m pushing hard, trying to get a decent amount of speed going… and I come to a tunnel. The tunnel curves to the right, and is lined with photos, memorials… family members are pulling over to visit the memorials of the dead. I’m disturbed by the conversations I’m hearing as I pass through this area – this is a society that eats their dead… They are talking about it as if discussing recent sports scores in the news. There is a robot device trying to find my friend – our lives are in danger and we have to hide. I’ve turned down an alley and I’m ducking behind a dumpster.
March 25
I’m sitting in the passenger seat of a seaplane… it is coming in for a landing but it is coming in too fast… it hits the water and crashes into a dock… I see the land coming up to my window at a rapid pace. I’m in a middle-eastern country.
March 24
*I’m in a school auditorium with S, we are here to watch a play – though we are in a school, this is a professional production. AM is in it. We sit on bleachers looking down on the play, which is beind performed on the gym floor. It’s a musical, about a southern church (the kind where they speak in tongues) I’ve seen the dress rehearsal, however due to time they cut it short so the musical numbers and a couple of effects were not part of that show. We watch as the congregation is sitting in chairs all looking towards the preacher, who is standing with his back to us. He instructs the people to spread out more around the “church”. S is whispering now and again, and I lean towards him and ask him to be quiet… this isn’t like the other theater we go to, he’s not supposed to talk during this play. The group is starting the musical number and S gets in an altercation with some people sitting next to him. Some of them were talking, and someone else argued with them… S backs up the guy who was arguing and their voices are raised, then they calm back down and a few of the people get up and move. The guy was complaining that they kept switching seats and shifting around. The lights are dimmed and I hear noises, people are releasing snakes onto the floor. This is one of the “effects” they didn’t do during the dress rehearsal. I’m stunned that they are doing this… even if the players aren’t scared of snakes, did they not think about the audience? What if someone is phobic? What if there are kids in the crowd? They are going to start a panic! I’m no longer sitting on the bleachers, I’m on a futon and I’ve climbed up so that I’m on the back of the futon, above ground level to avoid the snakes. Someone is laughing at me for getting up out of the way.
The play moves to an auditorium next door… most everyone has left before we realize that we are supposed to move. S and I walk to a new set of bleachers, set perpendicular to where we were just seated. I’m a couple rows above S, hardly anyone around us. Someone sits just below me, a man with an unusually large head, mullet-ish hair, big teeth, big chin. He is part of the play. He puts his arm around me and I turn to him, saying “That’s not appropriate, we just met”. He leans in and tries to kiss the side of me (either my face or neck) I’m holding a pen in my right hand, so I swing my arm around and stab him in the neck with it… it doesn’t break the skin, but it hurts and he freezes. I lean very close, and quietly whisper “I don’t give a shit if you are in this play or not, I don’t care who you are… I will fuckin drop you if you so much as look at me sideways again.”
March 23
*I’m in the lobby of a movie theater with a small group of people – we all have tickets for a showing and the movie includes lunch. S and I are in separate groups, based on our schedules that we previously set. We are served lunch, which is just a piece of steak and one potatoe… we are not served on a table… it’s some kind of round poofy surface. The potatoes roll towards us and we have to catch them in our aprons. After we eat lunch, I find out that our movie time has changed… instead of 4 we’ll be at the movie at 7, and it’s supposed to be dinner time instead. I’ve already prepaid my ticket for the lunch price, and I wonder now if I won’t be able to eat dinner because of the movie time change.
*I’m in the lobby of … a hotel?… sitting on a couch, laptop in my lap and I’m chatting with people while talking to S, who is standing and pacing back and forth (he is probably on the phone) A small group of people 3-4… walk past. I recognize one as being someone from high school. We make eye contact and turn away… then both turn back in a double take, to verify that we just saw who we thought we saw. I post to my friends online that I just saw this person, but I don’t talk to him.
March 21
*I’m in a hoted with O, we are here with another woman and her daughter… sharing a room. We are here for some kind of event, waiting for the start time. I haven’t slept well here, and I’m just waiting for the time when we can get going. I keep watching the clock, time is going by slowly… way too slowly… we are supposed to leave at 9:30, then I see the clock and it says 11:20 – there is another clock in the room that still says 8:30. I don’t know which clock to believe, the other mom and I are confused at how the time could jump so quickly. I run out of the room, I’m hoping we didn’t miss the event… I’m trying to find someone else who can tell me the real time and when we are supposed to be at the event. I open the door to another hotel room, there are people inside getting ready for a group suicide, their faces are blank looking. Other rooms, other people all seem to be blank, unaware of their surroundings, unable to respond to my questions. I try to get back to my room, I’m taking too many stairs, too many ramps, too many corners to turn… I didn’t go that far it shouldn’t take this long to return. I finally make it inside the room, it’s past noon and I see out the window… the girls from the group are all posing on a balcony with a large banner, celebrating the end of their performance. O is not with them, we somehow missed the cut-off time for being ready and now she can’t participate. I keep looking at the clock telling myself the time can’t possibly be right, I just saw 8:30 a few minutes ago. I realize I’m dreaming, and I tell myself “you need to see the real time… you need to wake up now.” Slowly, groggy, I open my eyes and see the clock reads 8:35.
