afternoon delite

I was in a colorful little apartment - with my family, white, elderly Englishmen and women. We were going to sleep, some on the floor, some on the couch, all cramped together. i was lying on the floor and in pajamas. two of my elderly and frail uncles lay on 2 cots close together. in the night, one of them peed on himself and in his sleep threw the blanket onto his brother who then threw it onto another relative and so on til it made its way round to me where i woke up groggily, heard the commotion made by one of my aunts, and in disgust, got up and went to take a bath.

walking by my uncles on the couch in the living room where they were cheerfully going to watch TV, I hissed "thanks for throwing the urine-sodden blankie on me!" the guilty one looked innocently at his brother and said in a heavy accent "well! and see how the women of this world are getting on - she's always fussin and..." and his voice faded out as i tromped to the rest room, full of piss and vinegar, but still fond of my dodering relatives. I started the bath, with a jimi hendrix solo going on in the background, but which i ignored. good dream.

get off the ground, car-plane

I dreamt I was escaping zombies with my youngest sister.

the plane was some ramshackle thing, a flight-challenged mix of a station wagon and a Cessna. It did not work well. I had to butter up and adore a large, fat woman because she had the station wagon. when she left to go change her clothes, for a fashion show i convinced her she needed to model for us, she preened and went away and i grabbed my sister and we ran out to the airfield. many pilots in white were there, standing across from us. One of them was supposed to give us a signal, and we were to open a special door and get to our destined plane. But he did not give us any such signal.

My sister and i were almost left behind by the pilots, who were eager to save their own hides. We both barely fit into the plane. We could barely close the hatch. A blonde woman sitting behind me told me in frightened tones that if we should have to get out, we were going to die because we would be suspected as zombies and shot. Yes, she was right.

I turned my head away when a prematurely graying white man said we would have to wait for Comstock, our pilot, and if he was not out within a minute, we would go find him. I did not tell him if we had to do that, I would kick him out of the plane and fly it myself.

I woke up, groggier than when I slid into bed two hours before. It was 8:40 am.

dredreamam

Today I dreamt a dream within a dream. the 1st dream, i failed an exam. the 2nd dream, drea-my said with a gasp, oh why didn't you wake me up! my two sisters stared insolently at me and one said it's only oh-eight. i said, what? oh-eight what? 11:08 in the morning. I'm late! I'm late and now I can't take the exam! why didn't anyone wake me!

the entire dream took place with me at home in the sky blue bedroom with the wide windows letting in sunlight from 11:08 light.

I woke up with my heart beating fast, sweating, and suffocated. but i refused to move from the bed and stayed there till morning.

A shot in the dark

Today I dreamt I was getting shot at by two black men in a small car. I was standing with a few little black children (boys) and they were playing. They were very small, thin, and bald. Suddenly, we were shot at in a rhythmic manner. No warning at all. I grabbed the white t-shirt of the one closest to me and pulled him down, Be careful, get down! I shouted. I crawled behind two walls, bullet-ridden, and finally the shooting stopped and the drivers drove off. I woke up and realized the rhythm of the shooting came from my heater.

Legos and PoPo

I was a small boy, long dark blonde hair, who was very smart. Lanky, wearing long, no-brand polo shirts and dark khaki shorts with low sneakers. The police were on my trail because I think I'd done something bad and they were close to figuring it out. They needed only one piece of the puzzle - they followed me very closely, because I needed Lego pieces to complete some kind of equation, some kind of rightness. They didn't catch me though they did tail me - because they thought I went to the displays for 20 bucks to call my girlfriend. I also painted and what I wanted to do was bring about my paintings, paintings didn't all totally make sense, girl letting go a red balloon, like Bansky's. One was a nuclear bomb going off though.

Then I switched to the POV of the detectives at the scene of a railroad crossing and some sort of small riot. The dispacter was on the verge of telling us what was going on, asking, "do you want me to inform you about the situation?" I was a middle-aged female detective and I said "yes" and she was going to inform me when I woke up. Damn.

Pied Piper

Today, I napped. Amber had another baby, a son, and I promised to take care of him and her daughter because someone was after them and Amber knew her time was running out.

Rush

There were three dogs and one, a border collie, became infected with the monster. My friend, I cannot remember her name, she doesn't exist in waking life, told me to stay away from it. The dog had a spine which humped in two places. It was the monster growing into itself. There was a house surrounded by dreary, dark woods, and floodlights which somehow made things worse, not better. A blue Cadillac sat in the driveway. I ran with my friend to the Cadillac and opened the backdoor - my youngest sister was lying there, amidst a pile of blankets, either ill or tired or both. I told her Stay here! Please don't move. I'm going to get the keys and we will get right out of here, okay? A weak Okay floated out to me. I slammed the door and ran to my friend. Need the keys, I told her. Go get them, she said, scanning the woods for the appearance of the monster dog.

The house was old, but filled with people rushing this way and about, some with wild eyes, some with disbelieving eyes. There was a woman who was old and pretty, with crazed eyes, scouring something in the sink. I didn't pause to look or ask. I needed those keys. When I found them, I raced back to the Cadillac and opened the backdoor to find my sister gone. She's gone, I can't find her! I said to my friend. My friend looked thoughtful. I was going to go look for my sister. We set off together, but the two remaining dogs, a Welsh corgi and a dachsund, followed us, enthusiastically barking with joy. My friend looked pained, We can't take them with us, they'll attract the monster. I need to find my sister, what are we going to do? Well, I will stay here with them, she said quietly, and you will go find her in the house, the woods, somewhere. I looked at her. One of those dogs is mutated. I know. We nodded to each other solemnly and I left her, at the border between the clearing and the woods. I ran back to the house, climbed washer and dryer to pull myself into the tops of the house, frantically ran through it, but for all it seemed large on the outside, it was cramped and its rooms hidden. I saw fraternity brothers rushing willy nilly. This was supposed to have been their rush week and it had failed abysmally because of their antics to summon the monster.

My friend was a tall, shapely girl with dirty blonde hair and a kind face who wore a t-shirt and jeans and flip-flops and looked like she was in a sorority, which I don't think she was. I woke up groggy and uncertain.