Snippets of fleeting dreams

Brian has brought home a shark and has put it in the swimming pool out back. After a few days the shark is dying because the water keeps evaporating quickly. We keep refilling the pool, but the water is also becoming stagnant. I feel so bad looking at the shark, seeing it suffer.


I am participating in some kind of Alumni event and am atop a tall building holding onto the backside of a billboard. I have an ear piece and can hear the ceremony speech being given on the ground. On cue myself and two other parachuters are to jump from our locations. I am not the least bit perturbed by being so precariously perched until I lose the feed on my earpiece. The I begin to realise the venerability of my situation. I strain to see the other jumpers but can not find them. Eventually I stop being anxious about it all and just push myself off and fall peacefully into the stunt.

A couple nights ago

I dreamt: Suzie and Kayla pick me up from where I am working. I get in and start to drive the black SUV. It's evening and raining, and as it gets darker and darker it rains harder and harder. I am plowing through traffic with a charge sort of attitude. and both of the passengers are nervous though they say nothing. Finally I recognize that it is too dangerous to drive and pull over. I park in this affluent neighborhood. On one side of the street is a large beautiful house and on the other side there is a fenced off construction site. Soon after we park a food catering van pulls into the middle of the street and blocks the road. Then a Rolls Royce or equivalent, pulls into the street in front of me and parks. At first I am annoyed, thinking about how if I wanted to leave (I wasn't really about to) I would be inconvenienced by these two vehicles. An old short jovial man gets out of the luxury vehicle and walks over to get his food. He stops to talk to me, and I realise what a silly concern to have had, because the man is quick about his business and very congenial. He makes me feel better, and before he leaves he gives me a small book with a white cover and red writing on it. Then both vehicles depart and the road is clear of traffic. It had stopped raining and I feel it is safe to drive again, as do both my passengers.

19 Aug 2007

Last night I dreamt: Brian and I are driving through a newly gentrified neighborhood in Denver. Its dusk and there is a lot of traffic and we stop suddenly, when someone behind us runs into the car. I can feel myself thrown forward and the pressure of the seat belt against my chest. I am full of adrenaline and become very agitated. The other driver yells at us for stopping and then drives off angrily. The back end is all crumpled up, and we pull off the road. We are stopped in front of this restaurant that is family run. I am upset and yell at Brian. He goes into the adjacent restaurant and am waiting out on the curb for the tow truck to arrive. Cleo is with us, but she has to stay in the car. Eventually I go inside because it is dark out and starting to rain. There is a large TV on and everyone is watching it, so I look to see what is showing. After a long time of watching the TV I go out to look for the tow truck, and see that the car is gone. I start freaking out because Cleo was in the car. I take out my phone and it shows that I have 97 missed calls, all from the same number. I check my phone and it is on silent. I start calling the tow truck company and they tell me that they can not locate the driver at the moment. The restaurant is closing when we hear from the tow truck driver. He has been keeping Cleo safe and warm, so Brian goes to get her with his mom who has come to pick him up. Again I am sitting on the curb and I am watching the daughter of the restaurant follow her father around as he closes shop. She is a heavy set girl of maybe 11 or 12, but she is tall for her age. She has long black hair that hangs by her knees and sways as she waltzes around. I am envious of her carelessness and decide to leave. I wonder around the neighborhood until I find a parking garage. Its very late and I am exhausted, so I find a spot behind a white passenger van and curl up to sleep. The next morning I wake up to people's voices and see that it is the weekend. There are all these families out walking, drinking coffee. I find a newspaper and the cover article is about Andrew Norris. He has been arrested for some crime and has been rather vilified by the city. The article is an interview with Andrew now that he has been caught, and as I am reading the article I can hear the interview on the radio. Andrew is talking about people in his past who helped shape him and he mentions me, he says that I was a ray of light as a child. I look up from the paper and the sun shines through the clouds and I feel for a moment that I am a ray of light, and I am very touched by this moment.

3 Aug '07

Last night I dreamt: I am on vacation in Las Vegas with Brian and we meet up with Suzie, Shari and Kayla. We are in this one casino and it is huge. We walk through one time and there are many people. I'm not watching the path that we are taking because I am watching all the other people in the casino. After we have explored we all get ready to head back to our place (we are staying way off the strip in a residential community).
We are taking all these stairs, up and down. There are a bunch of mezzanine levels and we don't know where we got in. At one point we go up these stairs and are in the waiting area for a Barry Manalow type performer. Although we got up there without interference, quickly these ushers/bouncers tell us to go, that the performance will start in an hour or so. We ask the way out, but they are not very helpful. We we all reach the main floor again, for some reason we split up, and Brian, Kayla, Suzie and Shari all leave to go and pack, the plan is I'll get the car and meet them back at the place.
Now I am on my own, looking for the parking garage. Night is beginning to fall, and the crowd demographics change. There are hundreds of people gathered for the performer's concert. I move about the people and find myself in large open areas with lots of slots and tables, then I go through a door and up or down some stairs and find myself in a large shopping area. I try another way and it leads me to the back room where the performer is preparing. He's sitting in front of a large mirror talking to his guard, they don't see me. I turn around and head back the way I came in. I'm feeling frustrated and am losing my patience. Finally I find a reception desk and they inform me that the casino sits on a maze of gears and moves about constantly, which is why I had trouble finding my way about. I go outside and there are lines of cars, some arriving some departing. I make my way to my car and drive off.
I pull up to the place where we are staying and get out of my car. I glance at the wheels and see that they are badly damaged. The tire is popped and the rim is mangled. The screws are bent at weird angles and it is apparent that I cannot drive on them again. I am anxious and angry. I go inside and Suzie and Shari are fighting. Suzie, who has been crying, is standing across from Shari, who has her arms crossed. In the other room is Kayla, who has packed, playing her PSP while Brian sits on the bed watching TV.