joeseph

More dreams about Alex "The Kid" Mason. A couple times during the night we set up a slackline in the sky, from two crazy points, and I vaguely remember him and another kid friend casing a hill, thinking they could set it up on a slant for extra power, or something like that. 3 to 1 advantage... doesn't make much sense.

There was a dream with a lot of my family. Austin and his family came back; they ended up not being able to fly IN to canada; it cost 1 million dollars to fly into "york" (vs. New York), so they said forget about it. We (all) met up back on a dock/boat kind of thing. I have recollections after talking to them that there was a dolphin or pod of dolphins sliding through the water. They don't usually come that close. At one point I lost a gatorade over the edge of the dock--it was bendable and sloshed down into the water, like it was made of plastic. I dove for the gatorade and got submerged in the water. I was a hero LOL. Somebody pulled me back in.

A brief intermediary stage where everybody gathered up their belongings. I looked at some shit-stained boxers; they weren't mine. After getting everything together, I see that there's a haunted house!!! I open up three or four pairs of sliding doors, pushing them to either side of me, and show my excitement to everyone. "Hey, guys! Everyone. Hey! Let's go in this haunted house!" This domain was really mine alone. I traversed the haunted house with ease this time. I got sucked in to an electric camera, like one of those old-school ones with an elongated rectangular barrel; there was a scream (something like "death!" and I was suctioned in. I came to in a dark pond, where I read (!) that there were electric eels in the water. Ok. I moved out of there fast enough, and found myself walking along train-tracks in the next room. The light had started to return. It seemed almost like twilight streaming through the windows. Three tiers of train tracks. I have to get to one side, but a train is coming. There's mayyybe enough space on the side to stand in while the train passes by, but I decide not to risk it and jump up to the piping running along the ceiling. Some acrobatic shit. After the train passes by I drop down another level for funsies, and when the next train comes I hang on to the very side of the bottom of the tracks with one arm while it passes. This is fun as hell. I get up again and I'm bounding, jumping and running, parkour status, through the rest of the setting. I jump along bleachers and benches. I come again back to the docks; I've found my way. (There are a plethora of different shops and what not on these "docks"; they're just all floating.) I enter via the gym, where my dad is simultaneously working out and drinking a beer. Interesting. I talk about how beer is just empty carbs, etc etc, but I suppose it's better to have the carbs to hit your necessary calorie mark than having NOTHING. Someone quips in the gym about beer. Whatever. We meet back up with the other people---a brief memory here about running along the tops of gigantic crates packed with packaged food, trying to find something "the way mom made it." I'm waiting for everybody else to be ready to go, and so I ask if I can do the haunted house ooooooone more time.... please? Oh, I suppose. I go in again, but this time it's dark. I try to feel around for a bit---I want to try for a different path through---but the imagery is not there. I return to my body a little bit, in that shaking sensation that truncates dreams. It's dark, and I'm just asleep in my bed.

Another one (the main one) involving Alex. We are walking around, I have to meet up with my dad. We're going to cook dinner at some point. We go to
Alex's house, where he lives in the loft overlooking this big open area. I climb up and meet his tiny cat and his tiny lemur-like pet. A "Lemurian" I call it; maybe an aye-aye. The one with the huge eyeballs. He's very friendly, and almost starts quarrelling with the cat for my affection. I end up eating a lot of Alex's food; I'm hungry, after all. His salad and something else. We're going to go to the movies at some point. Toph and my dad and some others must meet up. I get a text from toph, he's dropping off food at brendan's girlfriend's house. (Indistinct character.) So he'll make it later. Dinner never really materializes, although we do go to the movies. This is where the dreams gets pretty vivid. We watch the trailers; there's some film where a family decides to get in a ferris wheel, spinning forwards (like they're attached like a rocket, in a carriage that doesn't swivel around, so they're right-side-up sitting on top of the wheel. They dive downwards.) Maybe it's Ben Stiller. His hair is crazy. The ferris wheel starts spinning as the trailer zooms out; it time-lapses. Maybe he's trying to counteract the spin of the earth and mess with time travel. I don't know. There's another trailer with a very similar premise. My logical mind surmises that maybe it's independent invention after "Looper" came out and the prominent symbol of circularity, the ferris wheel. This next one is more high-tech of a setting though, more sterile whites and black plastic, like Portal. Turns out this is the movie we're seeing. "Aww man, but this looks LAME." The next image I remember, after meeting everybody and becoming acquainted with them (they're all like family members in the film, who i've known for awhile), is a big DOT coming down the aisles. We're seated along different seats in this big ringlike coliseum. It flashes on and off, like pixels, like blocks falling in a game. Except it's a backpack. It goes down one column of "pixels," comes back up again, and moves one over. We have to avoid this. But it's just a backpack. After we duck under it, I show them that there's really just not that much depth to it, and we can simply move to the side. The wonder of 3 dimensions vs. 2. Soon after this, I grab the backpack and start describing it. This has been a backpack sent back from the future. Soon after I begin to discover mysterious backpacks and bags everywhere, relics from the future. (Or, from the past, as the setting begins to wither. I'm noticing details, and the place looks derelict and abandoned.) One is "eric's." More people start to appear. While we are pow-wowed and sitting around trying to decipher what's happening, I grab a tree. I can do a short front lever. I show Alex. He is unimpressed LOL. Another one of them is Mike Hughes. "There's a lot of places to live in this place, maybe twenty. I ask "where do we shit in this place?" There's a bucket underneath this one awning, down by the middle of the bleachers. It's sawdusty down there. This is the bucket. Be sure to cover it back up again with sawdust. OK.

As I sit down to piss, I remember how much I hate the feeling of being unsure whether or not it's OK to piss or not, since I may be dreaming. There's always one way to find out for sure, which is to wake up and pee. The end.

Analysis: As I feel increasingly alienated in my day to day life, I think this shows up in different symbols in my dreams. I'm trying to piece a lot of things together with others, or be inclusive even when it comes to weird stuff. By highlighting my differences--I'm the only one who knows certain things, like in the case of the haunted house or the backpack--I'm able to contribute different things to different people. That (paradoxically) might be the best way to gain inclusivity. Also of note is the importance I place on my own physicality. Won't be giving that up any time soon.