Dreams 10/15-10/21/2003

10-15-2003

(1) I'm waiting at an airport. It isn't clear whether I'm waiting to depart or waiting to meet someone arriving.

The terminal is a multiple-story affair, with gates on each of four floors. The building is also a parking garage.

A small crowd of people gathers at the next gate. As the plane arrives there I can see why the crowd is small: the arriving plane is small, also, being a short-fuselaged experimental-looking plane, with not much passenger capacity.

(2) I'm on a beach, at the seaside. The water recedes, and receds more. I wonder about this for a moment, then I realize, "tsunami!" I need to get inland, and fast. I hurry across the beach and up the slope of the ground behind it. I have no idea how far I have to go to be safe. I think, "If I knew how far down the water level had gone, I would know how far up I should go."

(3) I'm in a group of people milling around disorderedly. A woman shows up, and says, "My name is Marcie, and I'll be your drill sergeant for the afternoon." She gets us all marching in order. Surprisingly, Marcie isn't mean or overbearing, she just gets us walking together.

10-17-2003

I'm listening to a radio program, on KFOG. It's a special retrospective music program, hosted by Dave Morey (the station's morning show host), and it's running a long time. So long that it gets to be late at night, after midnight in fact.

Finally the show ends. I turn off the radio and walk into the kitchen. There I find a friend of mine who lives in the house, female, with very short dark hair. She, too, is a DJ at KFOG. She's just gotten home. She's exhausted.

I ask her how come she had to work so late, given that Dave Morey was hosting the special show. She explains to me that everyone at the station had to do extra work because of the show, and she in particular had been working on one of the station's Internet service channels.

10-19-2003

(1) I'm visiting some sort of boarding school. I put my things in a dormitory room set aside for my use, and go to the communal bathroom to take a shower. I take my clothes off and put them in a locker; but I don't have a lock. I cover them with a towel and hope no one notice them and thinks they might be valuable enough to steal.

Later, I'm wandering around a resevoir on a mountain top. There are dangerous creatures swimming in the water of the resevoir.

The aqueduct pipes from the resevoir are leaking. I follow them down the inside of the mountain. At the bottom is an industrial building with glass doors. The interior of the building is being flooded. I leave the building through the doors, and close them. But they burst open again, and a torrent of water pours out.

The village at the base of the mountain must be abandoned for the duration of the flood. I help organize the evacuation.

Two of the villagers are women who look remarkably alike: long dark hair, pale skin, lips emphasized with bright red lipstick. I know them both. One of them is someone with whom I want very much to be close but platonic friends. The other is my lover, she and I have a strong sexual thing going on. I talk for a few moments with the first woman, the friend. Then I turn to the other one. "We don't have to leave for a few minutes yet," the second woman says. "We've got time for a quickie."

We undress, and I climb on top of her to fuck her. I notice a bulge in her belly, about four inches across, protruding hemispherically outward. I ask her about it; she tells me that inside the bulge is a parasite she is carrying. It evidently will be born like a child through her womb.

(2) [Later, towards morning, after I've awoken once] I seem to awaken from another dream, now unremembered. I'm sitting at my desk, fully clothed. I fell asleep in my chair, evidently, and have been sleeping and dreaming since then. I am embarassed, and concerned about how Debbie is going to react when she discovers that I've not been to bed at all. [In reality, I spent the night asleep in bed next to Debbie; the experience of waking up in my chair was in fact a dream.]