November 2001 Archives

i only remember the end of the dream: after rescuing my son from a very, very deep, very creepy swimming pool, he is back in school. in the next room from his classroom, there are row after row of satellite dishes, all pointing the same direction. then, one by one, they all start to swivel to face another direction, & the level of activity in the room increases dramatically (well, the number of things beeping & flashing, there are no people in the room, except me, & i'm not supposed to be there). i don't understand, then a wall monitor flickers on, it's a child, saying there is a credible threat, repeat, there is a credible threat. i rush out of the room, stand outside a minute, racking my brains for an excuse to get my son out of school without telling anyone what i know, & maybe try to convince them to send all the kids home? the teacher is telling me (in a stern teacher voice) that my son has missed too much school already, & i can't just take him out on a whim. i can't get them to evacuate the class unless i tell them what know, & i can't tell. i decide to just grab my son & run, then i wake up.

so there are two simultaneous crime sprees. there are some really bad people, i think maybe escaped convicts, in a beat up old van, & then my group, composed of a pair of comic-movie type bad guys, a pregnant 30-something woman who may or may not be kind of a hostage but not really, & a 50-something real estate lady who's doing it because her life is boring. i alternate between being the two women. we are driving an SUV. we are using some sort of stolen credit card, which happens to be the same person's card as the really bad guys have, so the cops think we're them.

at some time i stop to buy a box of eight thank you cards. i need to send thank you cards.

then of course we are arrested. i was going to get out of the car but then figured, they think we're the really bad guys, so i just sit still & keep my hands where they can see 'em. so i'm at the jail, it's not my usual dream jail which is a really lenient place that lets me have my cell phone & i'm going to get out any moment, it's much more of a strict atmosphere, & i understand i'm going to be there a long time, maybe never get out. i am hoarding things which i hope they will let me take in with me, including a little pad of yellow paper, i'll be needing to write. i am trying to figure out how i'm going to explain this to my significant other, who in this dream is played by someone other than my RL significant other, & this is making me very sad, because i love him. i'm thinking that maybe if i plead out early & show lots of remorse maybe i'll only do jail time, not prison. but another part of me knows there's no chance of that.

i'm visiting an old friend from junior high school who lives in Modesto. i don't remember her name, but she is a six foot blonde with a couple of beautiful kids & a very unhappy marriage. she works in the family business, some sort of travel agency. i have my old 85 Camaro Berlinetta, i am driving in Modesto, & i see ahead of me, two planes together headed straight for the ground. i jump out of the car & run for cover, i'm thinking of when the towers collapsed & those huge clouds of smoke & dust. there is debris, but nothing like NYC, then i realize, this is Modesto, there are no large buildings here, so i head back for my car. my friend was with me, with her dog, they must have run in the opposite direction. i find my keys in the street, they are the keys to my Buick, but they work. i have to wipe the dust off the windows first, then i get in & drive off. the car is running funny, probably the air cleaner clogged with soot, but it's still a damn fast car.

later, my friend & i are talking & she is telling me about people we knew, & knew well. i do not remember them at all, & theorize that if i don't rememeber that whole period in my life, maybe something really bad was happening to me that i don't remember anything. i consider going into therapy to see if i can regress & remember, then i realize most of that stuff is a crock of shit.

then, i am having dinner with my high school sweetheart & his family. his brother is there with his new fiance�, she is tall & thin & i feel very fat. in fact i think someone makes a comment about me being fat. still, everyone is borrowing my clothes. i am still in Modesto or something that feels like Modesto but i don't have my car anymore - i have my bike & must take the Amtrak home, but get off in LA & ride the rest of the way. i do this twice, but the second time I'm afraid because of riding my bike in LA at night. i know if i stay on the train longer i may get closer to home, but i'm afraid i may get lost. i miss the train, but i manage to jump on the open space in the last car. the train stops & i'm trying to get in the enclosed part of the train but it has only paused, so it takes off before i can get back on it.