DealLaw

I am positive that the following dream sequence contained more than I have written below, but for the life of me I cannot recall what those extra tidbits might be. I believe it may have had something to do with the sewer scene, but I am at a loss.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

The earliest recollection in this dream placed myself, I believe my father, my friend Mike (the dream image of which I am starting to believe may be my DG, given how often he has been showing up lately) and a woman with whom I used to work, Kari, in a sewer, knee-deep in sludge. There was no indication as to why we were in this location, but I got the impression we were searching for someone of something. Kari and I are chatting and I notice movement out of the corner of my eye, from around the other side of a brick pillar. I peek around the pillar and notice some kind of strange, humanoid creature, clearly female and glowing blue. The creature takes off as soon as it sees me and escapes into a large round drainage pipe. For some reason this encounter does not faze any member of my party and this apparently was not the thing for which we were searching.

Next, I am on the back porch of an older, run-down house at night. It is snowing lightly and is pretty chilly outside. Mike and I are having a discussion on the porch and gesturing to the right, beyond the fence in the backyard. On the other side of the fence is the back parking lot of a police station. There is a path that runs through the backyard directly in front of us and up to a gate in the fence leading to the police station grounds. Mike points out a police SUV with a trailer attachment on it (like the ones landscaping trucks pull containing their equipment). A uniformed police officer is moving lawnmowers onto the trailer and Mike comments “They are getting ready to move out for the search.” I ask Mike why they would need lawnmowers for such a search and his answer (which I cannot recall) seems to satisfy me (damn my illogical unconscious mind!).

Down the path in front of the Porch walks Kari, wearing a black winter overcoat and one of those puffy Soviet winter hats one always sees in Cold War-era movies, complete with a red star. I walk down to meet her as she nears the gate leading to the police station and she informs me that she has found exactly what we, and apparently the police, were looking for. It is a serial killer that she mentions by name, which I cannot recall but I think it sounded vaguely Latin.

As Kari informs me of her find, the police officer who was loading lawnmowers onto the trailer approaches, apparently having heard our brief conversation and congratulates Kari on her stupendous find; they will proceed to arrest the individual immediately. I congratulate Kari, but am slightly perturbed that she made the find and not I.

I awake and perform my RC.