non-lucid

Friday, June 17th

I. “Koresh”

It is difficult to tell if in this dream I am a person or an omniscient perspective. Only one time that I remember does somebody talk and seem like they are addressing me. The setting of the dream is that I am inside David Koresh’s Waco compound. Upon entering I see a bearded white man dressed in white robes like the Anglo-Saxon “Jesus.” He is motioning wordlessly and looks rather odd. I think for a moment that this is David Koresh, but I soon find out that there is a man in the corner of the room, naked and in a 69-type position with another man who is sucking him off. He is a bit chubby and balding – it turns out that this man is in fact Koresh. Memory of the dream is extremely spotty, but I believe that this dream taking place during some sort of upheaval in the compound, either the beginnings of a rebellion or the beginnings of the siege by the ATF. Aside from this first rather odd scene I have two other memories of this dream:

There is a young boy speaking out against Koresh’s teachings. I remember nothing specifically except at one point he seems to be talking to me with a wide enlightened smile saying “we can’t go to hell!” Koresh comes up unexpectedly behind him and asks “Who’s not going to hell?” The boy is lost for words and before he can even speak Koresh does something that looks like he’s casting some sort of spell. He curls the fingers of one hand inward and then flicks them out at the boy like one might do with droplets of water. The boy falls to the ground motionless.

At another point, I cannot definitively say if it was earlier or later, Koresh and another member of the cult are testing walkie-talkies. He walks down a hallway, and the other man says through the line “is it safe?” Listening closely to something, perhaps the static on the line, Koresh thinks for a moment and then says “no, it’s not safe.” He begins walking around trying to find a device that is interfering with the signal or perhaps taping the conversation and he does indeed find something. There is another walkie-talkie taped to a wall, with a chord plugged into it that runs into what I can only guess is some type of battery operated recording device. He triumphantly tears it off the wall. There is a young girl nearby watching this, who has been in that spot awhile and would have seen somebody plant the bug. I remember predicting in my head that Koresh is about to sneak up to the girl, play real nice, and ask if she’d seen anybody do so. I worry a bit for her safety, especially as I remember what I have heard about what Koresh allegedly did with young girls in his compound. I do not remember if he actually did what I predicted though. End of recall.

Thursday, June 16th

I. “Gemstone Heist”

S.B, A.L and I are looking for weed (although I have quit smoking for the past 10 days or so) and we are headed to the house of somebody we know, though I don’t remember who it is. This is the premise, yet nothing that happens really has much to do with this.

The unknown person’s house turns out to be a large mansion, and my memory of the dream begins as we are rushing down a large staircase and out of the house. I have five large gemstones in my hand that we have apparently just stolen. I believe three of them were pink and rough and two of them were smooth and blue, and all of them had spots in them that were a color I can’t recall now. As we make it outside a group of men in suits come rushing at us. Our car (a 2-door dark gray vehicle that none of us actually own) is sitting in the entranceway that looks a lot like that of a hotel, an ovular cement thing in the middle with a driveway around it under a roof. As we see them come running at us, I drop most of the gemstones as I try to shove them into my pockets; I get only one or two of them in there.

As it looks like we are going to be caught everything suddenly drops into slow motion but my own mind and movement. S.B is apparently going to be the one driving. I throw the drivers’ side door open and wait for him to pull the handle and the seat goes forward. I leap into the backseat. I see that A.L can’t get into his door, and it turns out this is because it is locked. I quickly reach over and pull up the little pin and he gets in the car. As soon as we are all in there everything begins running at the same speed. I am not sure who is driving the car when we begin moving, this may have switched for no reason but it’s either S.B or A.L. Somebody is telling the driver to turn left and break through a barricade of cars, but instead they turn right and get stuck in some slow moving traffic. The last thing I remember seeing in this section of the dream is the tail lights of a car ahead of us.

The dream jumps and we are inside the mansion again, hanging out with people I do not recognize. Apparently we are no longer on the run from anybody. I am tapping out the rhythm of a Flogging Molly song, a band I have not listened to in ages, and a girl recognizes it merely from the rhythm and puts the song on. She makes some comment about that band being good.

Another jump and S.B and A.L are both swimming with people in a very nice, large pool. I am fully clothed and do not wish to join them. End of recall.

Wednesday, June 15th

I. “First Time You’ve Been Called”

Dream memory begins here: We are about to play the Patsy show, only we are doing it in a parking lot greatly resembling the one on Oleander Drive in Wilmington, NC where the Tidal Creek market is in. Not only this but C.I will be directing the band from around a corner about 20 feet away. I see only her head poke out from behind a corner at the start of each tune. From the moment the overture counts off I am extremely uncomfortable and playing very poorly. My movements are sluggish and I cannot determine why. Soon it begins raining quite hard and, fearing electrocution as well as for the safety of my equipment I stop playing and start to move under a nearby awning. As I turn around to see if anybody has followed I hear B.R begin playing “I Fall the Pieces” and think to myself “well, I guess we are still going”. I run over and quickly turn my amp off, plug back in and turn it on to avoid making the popping noise. I do this just in time to start playing the doubled bassline part, which of course I am fucking up royally. I also see that B.R has moved to be in the line of sight of C.I, and wondering why that wasn’t done in the first place I begin trying to follow him and play at the same time. A man with a thick southern drawl comes over and tells me something to the effect of “you guys better start delivering, those people over there are laughing at you. They think this is the first time you’ve ever been called."

Next thing I know I’m in a store and I see H.B, who has gotten heavier and works there. I do not know why but beforehand somebody had just asked jokingly if anybody had S.A’s phone number. I knew that I did but, as was the case the previous night in physical reality, I had left my phone back at the house. Heather smiles at me and says, “I was watching you.” “It rained…” I mumble, searching for a polite way to say that I know the performance had been complete shit. “Naw, it was good,” she says, as people often say (in objective falsehood) after such incidents.

Another employee of the store tells me that S.B has recently purchased a large amount of paint in my name, after reaching the limit that he can buy on his own name. It annoys me that he has done so. B.R says something like “He’d probably get a pretty decent payoff that way.” I awaken soon after this.