Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Sunday, June 26th

I. Boston

A much more vivid and lengthy dream memory than I’ve had the past few nights. I have the sensation of being in the dream for more than an entire day. I am travelling to Boston, the city I grew up nearest to and visited often, with a group that I believe is a mix of people that exist and people my dream invented. While there, the purpose for me being there changes several times, as does the climate.

My memory starts as the van we are in pulls into a parking deck. I have the sensation of having been on that van for a very long time, possibly all the way from North Carolina where I now live. As we get out I see my old friend E.R, and my mind justifies my being here now as a visit to see him. We talk briefly but he does not appear again.

We are soon sitting in a public place, and somebody tells me that there has recently been a terrorist attack on Boston in the past few days and they blew up the clock tower (I can’t think now of what clock tower he may have been referring to.) Somebody expresses a hope that Fenway Park was not affected as well. I’m confused and slightly offended by that. We are then told that we are no more than one mile away from Fenway by none other than Mr. W, one of my high school math teachers. This excites one of the girls with us who is wearing a green Sox shirt. We talk briefly about the park, and I tell her how even if you don’t enjoy baseball that much (I don’t) it’s still a beautiful building to visit and still an experience worth having. (This is mimicking a conversation I have had in physical reality somewhat recently.)

Soon I am exploring with another person in the group, a male, but I cannot remember who it may have been. I have recently seen a clock that says that it’s about 2:30 in the afternoon. We are both for some reason on scooters and I am riding mine down a flight of stairs. The way that it glides effortlessly down the stairs strikes me as somewhat odd, but before I can think about it I realize I am cutting somebody off. I apologize and my dream memory skips again.

From here on out this dream is a bit hard to explain.

We are suddenly in a semi large crowd that are all gathered in front of a few windows. They are all bustling angrily around (This is mimicking the same physical conversation.) Suddenly there are water balloons being thrown into the crowd and I then find myself behind the window helping with the throwing. (I throw one that I think hits a small girl in the head…) Then I am back to where I was standing right before that, and I think it is C.I exclaiming urgently that we have to be back because it is past 3 A.M. (I now think that I'm here to play my past summer gig, which this week ended prematurely.) I remember this seeming odd to me too, and I wonder how that much time could have possibly gone by (I guess I did not wonder enough though.) This confusion is compounded when I see the same clock that still reads the same time, however that confusion remains confusion.

I think it is now the next day and it is the dead of winter. A group of us are trekking through the snow to somebody’s store, where I believe I stay for much of the day. When we get there I notice how cold my computer has gotten (that’s the one thing I remember having with me though I had been carrying much on my back.) I now can’t really recall anything that happens here except for when I decide to leave. I am completely alone in the store, everyone else has gone and I am expected to catch up with them. I am walking around looking for what I need to pack and preparing myself for being out in the bitter cold. I remember having the thought about how to protect the computer again. Then I hear whoever owns the store about to come back inside and I am suddenly outside the building watching this happen through the wall. (?) I have an idea that I should put on my giant chicken head mask to mess with him, in fact I have a vision of myself telling somebody else about having already done it (?) however I wake from this dream pretty soon after this.

*Since I started typing this dream I have noticed that I got a message from E.R during the night, who I do not hear from that often, AND another friend of mine sent me a video of the Prudential Center tower in Boston being hit by lightning earlier this month. Not quite premonitions, at all, but the synchronicity of it gives me a nice warm feeling.*

Saturday, June 25th

I. Sarcastic Mother

My memory of this dream starts with a family gathering at the house in which I grew up. This seems completely normal to me although I have not lived there in some time. I begin to get suspicious of my surroundings, however, when my mother says something to me that is uncharacteristically sarcastic, something along the lines of “Oh, you’re HILARIOUS!” I walk upstairs into my bedroom and I do a reality check, and the one that has always worked for me fails this time. I look at my hands and they look completely fine. Unfortunately I do not engage my surroundings any more, so I now know what to work on with genuinely questioning reality during the day.

Next thing I know I believe I am in a different house and I find out that my A.D, my 19 year old ex-girlfriend is engaged to the 55 year old CEO that she is currently living with (The relationship is a physical reality, the engagement to the best of my knowledge is not, yet. This is something that’s kind of been messing with my head lately.) This distresses me in the dream enough that I no longer think about questioning the reality around me…

So when I am suddenly in a car on my college campus near the Arts building with H.M and C.G telling them about what I have just written down (and I'm now remembering that H.M's head was shaved) it does not strike me at all as out of the ordinary. The dream, or at least my memory of it, ends just about here.

II. The Couch

The premise of this dream is based on another physical reality situation. The gig I just got done with was withholding 20 percent of our pay as a security deposit for the house that the band was staying in. The couch I slept on the first few nights made me sick, so for a short while we were contemplating how to remove the couch from the house and keep it outside without getting it so messed up as to lose the deposit.

In the dream, however, I am walking deep in some swampy woods with S.B trying to find a place for this couch – it’s a different couch from the one in the house though. S.B is dragging it deeper and deeper into the woods and I am going along with him while saying (apparently a bit too passively) “I really don’t think we should keep it out here, there’s got to be a better place for it.” This goes on for quite awhile until I say it more urgently. Sean finally stops and turns to me saying “Are you serious?” I get angry. “YES! I’ve been serious this whole time!”

Suddenly Jim Lahey from the show Trailer Park Boys drives up in a cop car. He jumps out and storms toward me, demanding to know who gave me the money for the police uniform. I look down and I am suddenly indeed wearing a police uniform. This shocks me awake quickly. I think this is reflective of how sometimes, with very irresponsible behavior happening all the time around me, simple requests often make me feel like a hard-ass for the “rules.”