Hierophany

I don't remember this portion of my dreams.  I had many last night.  One was very sexual.  I woke up with a boner and really wanted to finish the job but didn't.  In the dream I was peeping on a woman that looked a lot like Andrianna.  It was a dorm-room setting.  I watched her undress and then comb her bush and wash her snatch.  In the dream I was whacking it but couldn't get it off.

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Next thread is a birthday party for me, that my mom put together.  When I hear that two Emilies are going to be there I get very angry and sulk because I didn't want my sister invited.  My brother is there, which excites me.  He shows me this new hockey stick he got.  Its blade is complicated by a pedal and the whole thing is almost like something you could ride.  I couldn't figure out how anyone could shoot a puck with it.  He got it at a Columbus Blue Jackets game?

I calm down and it's fine that my sister is there but all these other people start showing up, people I don't know.  This pisses me off.  I can't play any of the music I want to play.


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Then a thread set in a mall.  Brook there.  Trying to find a place to sit and eat.  I shoot down her suggestion.  But then the mall takes on a dorm-like feel and I am warning some guy about one of my ex-girlfriend's current boyfriend being pissed off and looking for blood.  This guy I warn says he doesn't even know her.

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I wish I could remember more of the Ron Paul thread.  It was such a chore to actually write it down.  I dreamed I wrote it down several times and it probably kept me awake knowing I hadn't.  I was surprised to see it scrawled there this morn.


[11.30.2007]



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First the Obama thread.  Went to an Obama rally/speech.  He was either President or pres-elect.  Was there I think w/ Brook and sister Em.  We actually got right up close to Obama and the podium.  There was a big crowd but it was sparse up front.  I remember thinking that if I had a gun it would have been astoundingly easy.  But the memorable moment came when he was talking—I assume—about Sept. 11, 2001 and he said how, "They brought the Empire State Building down...and all that was left was the steel skin."

And the people started murmuring and then saying loudly, "That never happened."  And he was like, "Oh—yeah, I mean, uh...No that never happened." But the people were shocked, stunned.  I was like, "What's wrong with this guy?  Does he have Alzheimer's?"  And then, "I think we've made a big mistake."

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Second thread.  I was in a locker room, I guess at college.  For whatever reason, I was insulting all of the swimmers, talking about how big-a pussies they all were.  I was fixing to get ganged up on and beaten.  I was really in their faces but it seems nothing happened.

Later I felt remorse and wanted to apologize.  Indeed, I realized that what I really wanted was to swim but I was never adept at lap swimming and needed help.  So my insults were really all about my own weakness.  I was planning on issuing a big apology and then going swimming.

(I am in Monteagle.)  And there are a pair of goggles here that in some half-sleep state I was thinking I could wake up and use.

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In a third minor/sketchy thread, going through a bunch of bottles of lotion/toiletries and deciding what to get rid of.  Very early morning.  Then Jorin showed up, something to do with running. I believe Karin was attending to her.


[11.29.2008]



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I recall bits and pieces.  First I am at this luxury hotel (I guess).  I come out of a pool or sauna room.  As I leave two attractive young gals come in.  Maybe it's something like a locker room or it's supposed to be private.

I keep open an inch and a half crack in the door and I look in on them undressing.  Nice chests.  Not real big but perky and these gals are in a real good mood.  I wonder how they can be unaware of me.

Somehow this scene ends and next thing I know I am simply trying to get back into this complex.  It's big.  And now I've got a dog, not quite Squirt but he has some Squirt characteristics.  I am telling him to sit and stay in a certain spot so I can go back and peep some more.

I don't believe it ever happens.  I don't remember any more from the complex.

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But then I am going home, w/ Brook and Squirt and one or two other dogs.  We are in a second-floor apartment.  The steps going up are terribly icy.  I say I'll go up first and then throw some salt.  I go up precariously.  At some point the steps become a tall, metal ladder.

When I'm high up, Brook appears at the door apparently having "gone in the back door" and I wonder what the hell I'm doing on the icy ladder.

As I attempt the transition from ladder to landing, the ladder starts to fall away, toward the ground.  I make some sort of instant, calm, jump to a window or maybe to the landing and that's that.

The ladder disappears maybe.

Inside is a fourth dog, a little Doberman type that is real snappy but mostly just neglected by us.  I say so and apologize as I'm petting him.



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When I woke up I remembered two threads.  Right now I might only have one in mind—

I walked out a window onto a ledge.  It was innocent enough.  Initially I intended only to gain access to the next room via its window.  This was at a hotel or dorm.  The ledge was only a foot wide, maybe six feet long.

Once I got out there I looked down.  Probably 80 feet.  I started to think about jumping, though I didn't really have a reason.

Then I looked over on the ledge & saw this big package apparently from a publisher of some sort saying they were going to publish my work.  Realizing this, I definitely didn't want to jump.  Now the only problem was getting back in the window.  I was figuring out how to this as the dream ended.

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Now, a related thread from the same dorm-type atmosphere.  I was hanging out in a stoner room but we were not smoking.  Instead, it was at or during a room inspection sweep.  They were going door-to-door looking for contraband.  I had my little fanny satchel & in it that plastic bowl containing all of the BL.  I was not a student at the school.  Rather an alumnus.

Anyhow, the cop comes in—I believe it was STL police chief Joe Mokwa—and the very first thing asks to see my bag.  In advance of the search I was told by my pals not to worry too much; one guy showed me his stash, not hid well at all.  So I wasn't going to worry until—blam!

I awoke or fell out of the dream instantly.  In half-sleep I was weighing my legal options—they had no right to search me in violation of my 4th Amendment rights against illegal search & seizure (no cause; indeed I was not a student there); or, I was not subject to a snap search b/c I was not a student there.

But now I'm thinking that IF it was a private university I could not claim constl. rights bc the const. does not apply where private actors are concerned.

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OK, second thread, distinct.  Another dumb back-in-high-school-are-you-going-to-play-basketball dreams.  The answer: no.  Instead I was working for the newspaper & I was going to cover the team.  Still, very awkward atmosphere b/c I was refusing to join the team.

Sadly, this is a recurring dream that just won't die.

Monteagle, TN —

Book club dream.  Me & Brook as hosts.  Disorganized.  Could not remember what book it was.

6:56 a.m.

I have an interview with a Northwestern alum at 9 am this morning.  Last night I had a dream that I went to the interview.  It was OK but my attention kept wandering.  The interviewer was a bald, 40-year-old man with a black moustache.  He wore a red and white striped shirt, like one I have in my closet but have never worn.  I recall saying something about Fred Wilke in my dream—he was my boss when I worked at Sports Stats Inc.  But in the dream I thought to myself how similar the name Fred Wilke is to Fred Wiese (my neighbor downstairs).

In a somewhat separate episode of the dream, I was living in an apartment in a tall building.  I went down to get my car out of the garage.  It cost five dollars to take it out but I swear that I paid only $1.50.  Arbi, from work, was one of the valets. We were talking about how it was $5 to get my car this time but it was going to be $10 next time, or was supposed to be $10.  These were just suggested rates.  I was asking Arbi why anyone would pay any more than they had to.  "You know how much I make," I said to Arbi.  But he didn't seem to be with me on this.

[11.22.2002]