Dream | April 24, 2009
This is a strange phenomena — Dreams within Dreams.
We were moving to some beautiful valley east of Los Angeles. It looked more like Arizona — dry and scrubby but very scenic. I wanted something lush and green but this place had a magnetic charm like Sedona. So we clumsily packed our stuff onto a trailer and lashed it down but we had done a horrible job coz the stuff was all spread out and not compact together over the frame of the trailer. We also had some ugly furniture some old man was guilting us into taking. We looked it over and took a bulky dresser, then wrapped the rest of our possessions around it. On the road Jennifer and I stopped someplace and slept in the cool grass. I fell asleep and dreamt I was talking to an attractive red-headed woman. I knew it was a dream and could do whatever I wanted. We were kissing, then undressing, then making love for awhile. I thought, Dreams rock! I woke up at some point and figured I probably shouldn’t tell Jennifer about it. You know how people are often bored when you tell them your dreams.So we drive on and eventually stopped at a lady friend’s house. While Jennifer was puttering around in the kitchen I fell asleep on the couch and dreamt I had gotten to second base with the lady friend posing as a breast fruit examiner, which made her giggle and offer hers up for evaluation.
What’s often strange to me is how unconnected dreams during the same night’s sleep can be memories at a later time. While driving along the freeway I saw some driving high three-wheeled Spyder and I waved to him. Being a motorcyclist I had taken an interest recently (during the day before — not while I was dreaming — I read several articles and even saw one in Glendale on Brand). Further on he was in the second lane pushing his vehicle to start it and I offered to tow him. I pulled off into the shoulder but he said he was fine and kept pushing. As I was pulling back into the right lane an arched bridge up ahead seemed to have very low clearance, or I had very high clearance and to avoid crashing into it I swerved into the right lane and hit a Mercedes. I saw the accident in bird’s-eye view and knew I had hit the front right bumper pretty hard. When I had cleared the bridge I stopped and ran to the car, which was totalled. I pulled her from the wreck and held her in my arms, asking if she was all right. She appeared to have several scratches and cuts but otherwise was fine. I carried her to a Starbucks and we got to talking. We were sitting at a round table and a couple sat at the table adjacent. I told her about the dream-within-a-dream earlier, but I realized I shouldn’t tell her I had been having sex or feeling breasts, so I stuttered and told her the woman and I had just walked around the neighborhood and talked. My audience was obviously bored and the guy at the next table uttered something sarcastic that could’ve been part of their conversation but seemed more like an opinion that the subject of my dream-within-a-dream was quite boring.Towards the end of the night Jennifer and I were visiting our lady friend’s job at a school or institute out in the country. I had been up for days and stank horribly so I took a shower and this segued into a road trip with some buddies and were were drinking some strange beer out in some remote desert valley. The trunk had a few cases of it and I helped myself to a can. At a lookout point a truck parked nearby and some Asian boys climbed out for a view. The whole bed of their truck was neatly double-stacked with perhaps a hundred or so miniature kegs of so many different brands. While I chugged my one beer I remarked to someone that they had way too much beer but were obviously on some serious bender and would probably be on a fender-bender at some point. As we drove on I fell asleeep in the back seat listening to my MP3 player.
I dreamt we were all at some friend’s house and someone suggested we all clean it for him. What’s very strange is that we poured bags and bags of dirt on the floor and proceeded to vacuum, at ludicrous speed, all the dirt and trash from the floor, fully expecting that the owner would arrive home from work at any second. I was washing the fridge down when I realized I could do this better in the bright lights of a car dealership, using some reddish radioactive liquid. So I drive to a Nissan dealership in San Diego and washed the fridge down in the last few minutes before they closed. The fridge towered to the ceiling at one point as I admired the fine job I had done.
When I walked out into the parking lot I couldn’t find my car. Indeed, I couldn’t even remember what it looked like, except that it was blue. I ran around amidst the cars on their lot in the darkness. Some employee laughed and called out that I wasn’t looking hard enough, insinuating he knew where it was. I yelled at him, calling him an asshole and telling he should tell me before I get annoyed enough to go find him and beat it out of him.
..And those were the words on my mouth as I woke up from the dream-within-a-dream.
