(1) Dreams: Dec 15th 2008

Trip to the Garden Center

We leave home heading out towards a distant goal.  We’re going to take a bus there at first but then one of us points out a different way via a back alley way of some sort.

We head down in a narrow pathway with cement wall on the left and various doors in a tall apartement building on the right.  A woman stops us and tells us the way and I open a door that leads there.  Beyond is black nothingness out of which a massive dangerous black-brown dog jumps out barking and slavering.  It feels like I fight it a sharp knife in hand stuck in its mout or throat.  Anguish at having to hurt it, fear of losing my life.

We pass by a place where peacful farmers live but they have a hidden agenda.  They give us a job to go see the guys up on the hill in the junkyard that have a hideous beast and to attack kill it?  We’re monster slayers so this should be no problem even though we’ve never done it before.

We head out over a path of narrow metal gangplanks.  The pathways end sometime and so I make and weld ones to protect us from ambush.  Momentarly I begin to question why I’m doing it and how is it that I can create these things out of nothing.  The feeling passes and we get across the other side.

Up from here is a giant junkyard ran by two man.  They are hillbillies, disfigured and strange.  They are dirty and disfigured on the face, I don’t trust them.  They seem dangerous.  I ask them about the dog beast thing, they are really proud of it and with a malicious intent tell me to look about.

The dream fills with various dangerous and disgusting worm like alien things.  A pod that looks like it’s made of tree bark but organic and ready to burst with scary appendages.  Various tencatcle like things that looks manacing and organic, a hint of a spider.

I turn around as the bad evil thing comes out of a tree pod far above in an insidious alien way slithers inside the tip of their head and travels down into their heart and comes out of their chest.  Its water like, silver and liquid as if made of silky silicone.  I’m afraid and I run away.

A realization that it’s a gardener, it grows things all around in this place we go visit the garden.

In the Garden of Worms

We step in shallow water filled with grass like growth which feels like organic earth worms.  It’s slightly spongy and slick or oily and covers the bottom of the shallow pool of crystal clear water.  We bend down at grab a handful tasting it.  The sensation flickers between that of grass, edamame, some sort of sprouts and a yummy feeling.

The worms like things move about in my mouth a little as I chew on them and they become gross and disgusting.  We leave.

Battle of Two Families

The dream shifts and becomes confusing, two demanding angry man come and want to posses the place where the garden is, we are afraid of confrontation because they are thugs and revel in voilence.  We compromise and they get their half and we keep ours.

Eventually they get greedy and want the whole place.  A battle ensues and the formerly peacful peasant like farmers become a force to be reckoned with.  We push back the thugs, my view point switches to them.  They run back through dark allies that get confusing, darkness envelops us and I can only see the back and light of the guy ahead of me.  Things obstruct our way that I cannot see, feeling of being trapped in darkness with no way out.

Suddenly a way out presents itself.

Game of Voy: Arcade

I’m a little happy ball inside a giant pinball arcade with various choices.  Everything is very colorful with strange colors that feel really happy.  I have three choices, one is about action, and there is two more but I don’t remember.  I choose the one that seems safest and easiest at the moment, the other two seem overwhelming.

I’m sitting in front of a video game console, I just finished playing a game.  I cannot recall it’s name but it was beautiful, something about sunset or twilight.  There are many other games from various consoles here.  I choose one.

Jeremy the Teacher

I’m in a classroom of my school in poland, the room is very sunny and well light.  We’re sitting at desks in pairs, I have trouble keeping up with what the teacher is saying but it feels like I’m going to remember what he says as usual anyway.  He calls me out for not listening, and I look at him noticing him clearly knowing he is Jeremy Strausser the boss of my section of the company a guy whom I hate.

We argue because he thinks I’m not learning what he’s teaching and I feel proud and confident that I’m getting everything.  I challenge him to test me at the end of the class to see what I learned, remembering similiar episode back couple of years ago at work.  I know that I’m good at absorbing everything I want to learn.

He says what if I test you on what I wrote before you got to class (I realize I was late).  I feel anger because he’s right and he’s won. I want to copy from my desk mate to make sure I win.  The class ends and everyone but two of us leaves.  We sulk at the desk and I bitch about the teacher, saying that the only reason he has power of us is because we need the grade to get a job later.  I tell the guy sitting at the teacher’s desk that you don’t need the transcript or passing grade anyway because you can fake it. I know that’ts not true though, in the end all lies are noticed.

Two other older students enter, they are drunk and rude.  I say that the teacher bought some alcohol for himself in the cabinet in the back and that they should have some so he can’t have it.  It feels like they tank me and they drink some.  The guy sitting at me is sipping on one of the beers.

I leave.

I’m looking for a place to make a phonecall to my mom or sister to pick me up.  I ask where there is a place to call home from and the lady at the door tells me it’s at the library.  I go somewhere that feels like a study room for very young kids, I’m not supposed to be here nor can I make the phone call from here.  I leave.