Last night I dreamt I was in a rural area of Indiana where there was what looked like the remnants of a flea market. Empty tables sitting in sandy dirt lots with tufts of grass here and there. There were groups of people just standing around the tables waiting for some game to start in the nearby sand-filled arena. I don’t know what kind of game they were waiting for, but almost everyone was wearing a blue/grey jersey. I had rented a Cadillac (only later would I find this out because it was etched across the whole hood of the car) to go to this deserted flea market only to arrive to late. Desperately needing to urinate, I stopped the car and jumped out while leaving it running. For some reason, the car just slowly drove itself away. I was too preoccupied to care so I let the car go. The complexity of the port-o-Jon is way to detailed to get into, but just imagine a large room with a toilet in the middle that looks like it’s from the 29th century. Anyway, I needed that car, so I called the rental agency and told them it was stolen and crashed but couldn’t find it. An woman agent (mid fifties, grey hair, and spunky) came out to help me look. It shouldn’t have been hard to find because of the wide open country side, but I was having trouble. After locating the Cadillac, which had basically been bent in half for some reason, the agent took said she would take me back to the dealership an get another vehicle. We loaded into her white SUV (I somehow had accumulated a few friends during this escapade) and took off down the dusty Indiana roads. We were nearing the main road and the agent was heartily speeding so we spun out into traffic. What I didn’t realize was that this road we were on was a ramp onto a lengthy cement bridge that was really sort of a hexagonal tube that spanned miles of river. Much to my surprise there was also no guardrail on the bridge, so we went straight over the edge, plummeting towards the river going 65 mph. My heart stopped and I braced for the forthcoming impact. I watched the face of the water move closer in slow motion, I held my breath and prayed we would make it out of the treacherous waters alive. But the impact never happened. The SUV continued to fall slowly, following the curvature of the earth and landing on the far side of the great river. What a relief! I guess the question that remains is: how did I know I was in Indiana?
- 10 months ago
I had a dream last night about a friend throwing a party at a restaurant/bar/adult emporium. Kind of a fitting place for my friend.. In the dream I drank too much and passed out in one of the restaurants random outdoor bedrooms. When I woke up, I realized my bag was missing and everyone had eaten all the free buffet my buddy had set up. Apparently on the buffet was some sort of erotic bread that contained some drug to heighten one’s sexual experience. Because I was super curious about the bread, I walked over to the adult emporium section of the building. At the counter was an old, scary, butch woman who told me I was in luck because there was one loaf left. The only other item they sold was a rubber looking head shaped item with a hole in the back that was designed to, uh, fuck… The heads came in all sorts of colors and designs like skulls, gargoyles, cats, etc. So, I bought the bread and tried to find someone to share it with. Which, of course, led me back to the bar to drink until someone looked right. Fortunately, the dream ended there… But, most importantly, I found my bag sitting under a chair at the bar!
Since I’ve been smoking less and reading more, I’ve been dreaming constantly and extensively. Coincidence? Or am I just getting closer to enlightenment?