Somewhere outside boats are going by at sunset, so I want to get pictures. Using camera, other people also getting pictures in the way, little boats and lots of color. Notice one person has stepped into water to get pics without others in the way, so I do the same. A beautiful woman of indistinct ethnicity and white dress clinging to her introduces herself to me, just gorgeous and smart, and I introduce myself also with a peck on her lips. That goes well. We decide to spend the day together. We do.
I go off hiking while she talks to a mutual friend, so it's nice just to do our own things apart while still being together. I hike a loop and remember that I have these great stilts to use that bounce, leap 10 feet high for better vantage point. I use them along a very narrow ridge, country people watching who think it's just the dumbest thing they've seen. I fall off the ridge and land below, just a few feet, and down on the ground I see that the earth is made of rows of buried, dead animals.
Afraid at first they are sleeping - cats, squirrels, all the ground critters that are cute but in large numbers could eat you alive. But they are dead, rows laid there by humans. Thousands. Creeped out, I start climbing back up. It is a wall, and I realize the brick of the wall is likewise made of animals. They are newer than the ones down below.
The bricks are crammed with animals. They aren't dead, but cannot move. Waiting to die of starvation. The bricks were made like this without first at least killing the animals, that would require another step in the process. It's this horrible thing created in the thousands by human machinery. Their eyes open at my intrusion. I interrupt their slow death. There is no way to help them. It's painful that I cannot help them.
A lady and a kid are there to witness. She shields her son's face from this human cruelty.
The city based on Vegas, Albuquerque, and elsewhere - west side has this glitzy place that is unattached to the hub, takes a long drive. East side based on Albuquerque, Juan Tabo and gas stations, usually with Gallup H.S. acquaintances there. Up the middle, north and south, is that scary street - a good place walking to get beaten or murdered along the sidewalk, until you get far enough south it's like around Indian School Road in Albq.
So walking back from there, came to apt, and someone was waiting outside about a job. So I let him in with me, into my place that is just one tiny room, smaller than a bedroom, and surrounded by wire shelves of food.
I sit him at a small table, and he wants to hire me for Party Time. He needs to call the home office - all very retro because it's a landline phone, and he's referring to a position in a print newspaper. He calls. He writes down 18-19 on the paper while speaking. I don't know what the numbers refer to.
Another ocean dream. Swimming in ocean, pockets full of stuff and afraid of losing my wallet and phone. Then I see my box of altoids drop down in the depths, red metal illuminated beautifully by sunlight in the dark. I decide to dive in after them and see if I can find them. Down, down, down I go and I find myself in this place with all these amazing fish. It's just beautiful and colorful, and I feel them brush against my face as I swim through them.
Limited plot, so I didn't bother to put this one down, but last night, I dream of listening to a symphony. It's a quiet passage, and a person I don't know is next to me in a chair talking. I sense where the music is about to swell - I know this song - and I tell the person to stop and listen. He does not, keeps babbling, and the music rises in waves of crescendo, rich in texture where I can pick out all the various instruments and detail of the horns, the friction of the strings. It is loud and simply gorgeous.
Starting this experiment again, it seems my unconscious is showing off a bit, the realism and subtlety but also the grandiose level of the palette of the senses it has to work with - color, sound, and touch - as well as complexity in the numbers of fish and instruments in awareness at once, surpassing waking awareness.
On drive home, considering Star Wars dream.
Sci Fi premise potential.
Future where genetic engineering has prevented all mental illness, that defined as such. Of course, higher intelligence etc.
So ... these very smart, very stable humans have art, but there is a sudden interest in earlier music, poetry, stories, etc. before these advances when these mental problems fed art, whether depression, alcoholism, etc. Perhaps these earlier works are contraband. Computers can simulate this stuff, but the interest is in the "genuine" human factor - crazy art by crazy people of the 19th, 20th C.
So underground economy of scientists or mere breeders creating and raising these defective humans for purposes of art for purchase by this wealthy arts crowd. Since illegal / hidden, these humans are raised outside of society, slaves really, and the more defective the better.
Alternative ending to Star Wars VI - Empire Won.
So Luke and Leia (I take on the identity of Luke as this progresses) are on the newly built Death Star. They are subservient to Vader. He demonstrates the power of Death Star on a planet full of Jawas. It does not blow the planet up - the weapon is called "Tornado" (dumb, the name makes no sense) and flings energy torpedoes like boulders down on the planet. Horrible scene, really. Much death. The torpedoes basically hit, small craters like artillary shell, and produce shock waves that kill everything, but no nuclear fallout, fire, other lasting environmental impact.
Some really cool shots of Star Destroyers, TIE Fighters around us.
This aspect hints at the outer space / blackness / heights / existential / falling and nowhere to fall recurring deal as in other space travel dreams, but pull back into Death Star.
Leia and I are trying to hide our true intent, as we have not really gone over. So while Vader cannot read our true intent, the act of hiding is a psychological disruption he can sense. And of course, what would he hide except that we hadn't truly gone over, so I have a great fear of being found out. Furthermore, I cannot probe his thoughts for a similar disruption, as such a probe would be equally suspiscious. Frightening and uncomfortable ... going down corridor with him, can only try to think about obvious things, such as focusing on details of my environment.
Deep Sea and Doug Stanhope
Started out as one of the deep ocean / submarine dreams where I'm usually looking for something and threats imminent. That same vibe but transitioned immediately into meeting Doug Stanhope (had watched a bunch of his videos before bed.) We ended up chatting at a bar and then at a McDonald's a friend of his owned and that Doug had rented out for 1000 dollars per hour. He said his friend bought the McD's for some sort of children's charity and quipped, "Yeah, the guy is a little pervy." I laughed, we wrapped up, and I went back in because I'd left my watch, phone or something at the table.
Watching the Andy Griffith Show in black and white, Opie and Andy come upon a boarding school in Japan to find rioting and carnage. A news report says there are 30 dead. I realize how many 30 dead actually looks like with other casualties mixed in; hacked limbs and broken bodies, I would have guessed 50-100 by appearances. A small group of youths with rimfires shoots fellow students, two covering, the other firing, while the 4th reloads in succession. A larger group marauds with baseball bats.
Opie asks Pa, "How can civilized people behave this way?"
"It happened precisely because they are so civilized, Ope."
This makes no sense to me so I enter the show. I can rewind to where this started. I feel guilty for making anyone re-live this horror but I sense that the rewind, at least, is not real.
The situation began with a disagreement between two people in a dorm room amid a handful of friends. One of them is depressed, the other telling him essentially to "suck it up."
1) I see the truth in Andy's words. As civilized people, this school focuses on attending to those in physical need whether due to sickness or hunger, while emotional needs of those often more privileged are viewed as signs of weakness, whining. This approach has created a pattern of psychological repression and resultant anxiety, hostility ready to break to the surface.
2) As per chaos theory / butterfly effect, precisely the right circumstances for the violence to spread rapidly. Hostility went viral due to unstated but pre-existing alliances among a few close friends of the first two combatants, with a small number jumping in, but similar alliances and compassions existed among their 3-5 each friends as well, thus spreading exponentially. This served as the trigger, with the repressed emotions serving as the combustible substance.
Game Board Dream
Great place to start as only I can see the recurrence of this one, history in both dream and waking hours.
Woke at 1:44 a.m. to record: "It was a very cool game of Risk board, it unfolded into a big circle that showed the whole world. It would hang on the wall and the pieces attached like pegs so that instead of sitting on the floor or at a table, a general could play the game while pacing the room or holding briefings.
There was a big plastic dragon made of interlocking pieces that assembled and grew in the course of the game, held together from the starting point at the top by a pair of claws that fastened in the back of the board. It was really cool. It was set not set in medieval or renaissance times, but in classical Greek times. So for instance there were chariot pieces for the cavalry.
I already had it at home but hand't bought it yet. My mom kept pointing out that I didn't play the Risk game I already had.
Bryan Lindenberger's Dream Log Project