Blue_Opossum

Morning of February 8, 1984. Wednesday.



I seem to be in an unknown or at least unrecognizable area at a motel. It may be in Wisconsin (where I am living in real life) or possibly in a larger city in Florida. The area seems completely deserted other than with my presence. The motel and its larger rooms seem oriented to the south. I get the impression I am a different “character”. I may have a job to do involving a revolver which is apparently in a drawer in one of the motel rooms. I do not seem to be certain which room it is at first but eventually find it.

This is somehow, but indirectly, connected to another dream section set in a different time, or perhaps it only seems that way. At any rate, it is like an old-fashioned western town. There is a younger girl walking around who may be either Effie Elmer or Betty Jane W (but probably based on Jenny C). Since my dream was recurring, there were different associations. I am lying on my side in the middle of a dirt road, possibly injured relative to my dream’s “back story” though I do not feel hurt. It is the dirt road through this old western town (which resembles Dodge City on the television series “Gunsmoke”). Although the first setting was seemingly deserted and somehow even isolated, this town has activity. I only see the legs and feet of the girl in my partial view of looking under a horse and buggy towards the wooden sidewalk. No one seems to notice me or at least directly regard my presence there on the ground.

Oddly, when the girl turns to walk in the opposite direction that the horse and buggy is going, she vanishes completely, as the area otherwise blocked by the buggy is then revealed. No one is there. This happens several times in “resets”. Perhaps she is a phantom.

I am not sure what my role is in either scenario; the apparently modern motel, or the old western town. Perhaps I am there to warn someone or even to shoot someone, but there is no stronger emotion for the most part. Feet and lower legs are all that is ever seen of the possibly unknown girl. She appears to be wearing old-fashioned shoes with buckles. My dream does not seem to have an intentional “plot” of any kind; it just presents the two scenes.