I had a doozy of a weird dream last night. In the first part of it, I found out that Barack Obama was my biological father, and I was somehow much younger, not quite a kid, but maybe still in college, and I was in some official building where his office was located and being told by the receptionist to wait for a bit, he wanted to speak to me. I kept waiting and waiting but he never seemed to come out of that meeting. Finally I got bored and left and suddenly I was with my friend Olaf and we were somewhere near the north pole, but it really wasn’t the north pole, just some cold remote area we had never seen and could not seem to locate on a map. We were on some kind of cruise ship making our way south, back home or something, but kept getting lost and stumbling upon some very strange cultures. We were never quite sure if we were being welcomed or menaced by the inhabitants of these places, their ways of communicating were totally obtuse. We were in places that looked like hugely monumental Buddhist temples and communities, then on glacier type islands with small wooden buildings, then in extremely dense unrecognizable cities that had walls like canyons as we made our way through unknown streets. All the while we were trying to find where we were on our phones’ map programs, but they were not working at all for us, because we did not recognize the phone type or software and how it worked. Somewhere around the fifth or six lost world, I woke up.
I was with some woman who was sort of a mother figure, but not in any way like my mother. It was more like she was someone else’s mother, but I was travelling with her. (Visually, she kinda looked like a cross between a run down Tina Turner and the mom from the Partridge family). We were staying in a very shabby, poor, house (or motel even), waiting for something. This place was really rundown and smelled bad, it was not very well kept up at all. At a certain point we learned from someone we could fly, and we went outside to test the whole thing out. After some trial and error, we got it working for a few minutes and were exhilarated, even thought I had a backpack and a big white plastic bag with me filled with something that I had to carry while flying. Then we wanted to really take off on a long test flight, but I had these two bags I had to leave somewhere as it was impractical to keep flying with them. As I was looking for the key to the cupboard in our shabby room to lock them into, my companion had to go to the local school to tell her daughter that she was leaving. She was really hesitant to do so, because she remembered how much pain it had caused her daughter the last time they had a talk at the school, when she had gone with her ex-husband to announce that they were getting a divorce. While she was explaining her dread to me and preparing to go, a strange sad woman from across the street was staring at us through the windows. My companion then switched to talking about the woman, and how she had noticed her several times before, following us. I told her that this woman was harmless, just a neighborhood kook. I was trying to be understanding, but the truth was I was a bit impatient to get going with the flying thing. And then I woke up.
I had an odd dream last night that I only remember part of, but here it is. I was helping out to build some sort of “Out West” amusement park or fairground in a dust bowl type area. We had built a tall sign that could be seen from a great distance away advertising the place. One of the main features of it was a kind of wading/smimming pool that we were adding shinyness to, so that it would be more fun and attractive to people. We tried various things to increase the shiny quality of the water, and then settled on a kind of dissolved silver. We spent a fair amount of time mixing the silver in the water, and were really happy with the result, the water was looking beautiful and enticing, and people starting arriving from everywhere to attend the fair and wade around in the water. And then we remembered that silver absorbes really easily through the skin and could be very poisonous. Then I woke up.
I had a strange dream where I was running back and forth for some mysterious team, carrying water and supplies in a desert region of the world, perhaps the Sahara. There was a cool but demanding woman who was kind of my boss and at one point my dead friend Andrew was there (but also wasn’t there) and we were talking about his origins in this arid region, his growing up tending to these fig trees. It was all quite sad, my friend was there as a kind of ghost, and we were recounting his story, how he had come from this desert place. His world was the world of these fig trees and tending to them. I would soon be taking over, trying keep the grove alive with what I had been taught about their care and it was all very bittersweet. There was a wizened old man that I was relaying Andrew’s story to, and I kept looking down at a small puddle of water at his feet and feeling sad for my friend who was not really dead, but not really alive and present, either. My sadness was for the life that he had been given, and his burdens related to being in this world, these trees, and this region. I awoke to a cat on the bed, pawing at my chest and staring at my face intently.
I had a strange dream last night where I was planning some big espionage mission with a partner, we were meeting in Malaysia at the top of a very tall building from which we could see another city in the distance. It took forever to get to the top of this building, and there were many people with me climbing up lots of stairs and taking several elevators. We were discussing the plans, I think it was something highly illegal, and my partner had the much more dangerous task to accomplish, while I had to catch a flight to some other place to do my part. I realized I was running late and started saying my goodbyes to the people assembled on the roof, and it was awkward because some of them I knew better than others, and they were from a variety of cultures, so I wasn’t sure at each person whether to shake hands, or hug or kiss or simply nod and wave. This seemed to take forever, but I finally finished and headed off to catch my flight. The airport I was running through was vast and a strange open air plan with just a kind of roof shed over the whole thing, but no walls. As I was running across the grand space, I could not find any info about my flight, and the ticket I had in my hand had the info hand-scrawled on it, very hard to read. I finally found a panel that showed my flight number, leaving at 3:05pm. I looked at my watch and realized it was exactly 3:05, I was late and started running in the direction of the flight, asking people where to go. I could not find my airline, which from the messy handwriting on the ticket I thought was called “Mercury”, but in fact a young woman working there told me, it was “Pasadena”. I ran towards the flight which was probably taking off without me in that very moment, and then I woke up.
I was with a few people going on a trip, one of them was a friend of my friend Olaf. He was going to take me somewhere and Olaf would meet us later, but Olaf was yelling at him for not preparing something correctly and for running out of time. There were a couple of people who were experimenting with strange little glass jars that contained mini fusion reactors or something. They were very volatile but there was sometimes, if done properly, a time differential inside the jar that was different from the outside. One guy was explaining how he had saved 17 minutes in this glass jar, but he seemed a little dim like he didn’t really know what he was doing, he was just watching the other scientists who knew better. Just then the glass in his hand exploded and we were all knocked down to the floor and back in time 17 minutes. Later we were at a dinner and this colleague of mine, a woman I respected very much, told me she had just lost her job. And then we heard a report that all over the world the economic situation for people that lived next to rivers was very bad, they were all struggling. My colleague was sadly, slowly brushing her teeth and preparing to leave when I woke up.
I was in Chicago for a singing audition for a new commercial jingle, and they told me that my part sounded great, but the other part (performed by other people) sounded terrible. The problem was that they had all the power and were not about to include my part. I was calling the corporate guys to get approval on my part, but the phone line kept getting cut. They were a group of mean girls stopping it from happening, and I decided to go on vacation. A lot, I was going on a lot of vacations. And on my way to the airport, I got on a call with my boss to tell him I was leaving, but then someone called in on the other line. It was my friend Jonny in Geneva who told me that his friend had clubbed his loud dog to death and that he would not be trusting him any more, no sir. But he said it in a laughing way, like he thought the entire thing was very funny. And then I woke up.
I was with my parents on vacation in a collection of beautiful but decaying buildings and a kind of shopping mall that sprawled on forever. There were a large group of people we were meeting there. For some reason, we bought a dog that was controlled by an object that looked like a metal detector that we had to carry around with us everywhere. With this item, we could call and track the dog with a signal. There were lots and lots of weird items that we were buying and comparing with people, mostly sheets and towels and odd nicknacks for the home. Then it was time to leave and it seemed to take us forever to get our stuff together and ready (the items, the dog who kept hiding, saying goodbye to the neighbors) to leave. We kept forgetting things and having to go back for them. And then we were finally on our way out, walking through the remains of several buildings and then across the rooftop of a building when suddenly an earthquake happened. But it was an odd, rolling, slow motion kind of earthquake. Everything started to shake and fall apart, but in a very slow moving kind of way. We kept looking for structure to hide under, and I was worried I would be trapped, not sure whether to get outside or stay under a building shelter that was crumbling. Then it stopped, we were ok and I woke up.
I awoke with a start this morning (my alarm always startles, that is its purpose after all), with the barest remnants of a strange dream. Here they are. I was with my ex, Brian, and we were driving (in separate cars) to the outskirts of San Francisco, but it didn’t look like San Francisco. It looked like a cross between Los Angeles and Indianapolis, and the traffic was terrible. We kept driving around, desperately trying to find a place to stop. Then I was in a body shop / garage with my car, waiting to pick it up while Brian went to park his somewhere close by. Their system for finding the cars they were working on was byzantine, with rotating racks of numbers not unlike the ones that clothes go round on at the cleaners. Finally they got me my car back and I parked it right outside, wondering where Brian was after all this time. I called him and he was in a fit about finding parking but finally had. I told him we would walk into town and he freaked out. He absolutely hated walking and wondered why I couldn’t just drive us to where we were going despite the traffic. I couldn’t understand what all the fuss was about, but he was screaming mad about it. Other than that, I remember watching some crazy live fashion show/ advertising campaign in the lobby of some building while waiting for him to join me and thinking, I could do better than that….
We (I think I was with my aunt, but I am not sure) were in a very old, impossibly large cathedral with an old sound system that was not working. There were many ancient, small wooden rooms on a kind of balcony level that people (including us) were staying in, and there were cobwebs over every thing that we were continually removing. This seemed like a place abandoned by a previous civilization, and the words that were coming through the sound system were being used to control people. What we heard were static-like voices, not very clear, but that were nonetheless keeping us in a kind of trance state, doing the bidding of the people in charge that were issuing commands about all sorts of things. Somehow, I discovered a way to fix the old system, and then people had control over what was playing on it, which consisted of very old recordings of music and speeches. At the same time this woke them up to what had been happening and brought them out of their trance state, freeing them from the control. Everyone was very happy, and then I woke up.