Dreams over a week or so
Dec. 3rd, 2023 07:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed I was in a cavernous dark place, like an airplane hanger. On the ground were myriad plants grown up, all of them a kind of purplish hue. My son's soccer team was milling about, and the young brother of the twins was wandering away from them, out in the dark fields of the hanger, underneath a hole in the roof. Here there were two demons, with what seemed like snakes for hair (Gorgons?). He couldn't see them, but wandered between them as they veered for him. I had some torn meat in my hands, and would throw it at the demons, who for some reason recoiled from it. The boy eventually wandered back away from them towards the other kids.
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I dreamed I was working in a supermarket, several blocks long, light brown interiors with shelves piled to the ceilings maybe 20 feet up. A big place. In the back room, a remote-controller scooter rolled up. I knew it had been piloted by the Batman villain The Riddler, and contained explosives. It had an announcement system and began a countdown. I ran through the store, urging patrons to leave. A coworker jogged alongside men, a young woman who I don't know in the waking world, thinking it was all in fun. Then there were explosions behind us, and I redoubled my efforts.
Finally out in the street, a light rain. The coworker and I and patrons who had escaped turned to see fire trucks rolling up just as the whole back of the place went up in flames.
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I dreamed I had found a shortcut up to my town from the Raritan River. It took me a winding path along what looked like a seashore, a vista I had never seen. I drove up and over a highway offramp and somehow found myself hanging by my fingertips over a plot of land with a VFW hall on it below. There was a party of some kind going on—our destination. Folks told me to just let go, I would fall down in the soft grass and be unhurt, but I shimmied along to where the ground was level and finally lowered myself, then walked down to the hall. Lights glowing in the twilight.
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I dreamed I was part of some kind of elite military force. Another Batman villain, the Joker, had this device on a boat where he would put you in large, see-through bubbles that ran along a sort of overhead metal bar. It acted like a cannon, and would launch you into the sea. Two hardened battle-looking guys, the soccer player Rafa Leao, and myself were selected as his first victims. We were each placed inside one of the four bubbles, and the Joker piloted us far out to see. It was supposed to be part of the plan that the military would track us and use the opportunity to attack the Joker, turning the tables on him, as it were, but his boat moved too fast for them to catch him, and soon we were out of sight.
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I dreamed I was a camera guy working on a documentary about the life of a restaurateur on Long Island, a younger man in his 30s with a wife and real young kids. The documentary portrayed him as working his fingers to the bone in the kitchen, a profusely sweating creative genius who then returned home to various shenanigans with his family. And yet when the cameras stopped, the guy took off his costume and went into a back office, where we saw him working the phones and typing away at his computer. Turns out he was running some kind of franchise at the executive level, and his family live was constant turmoil, the guy a mental wreck. It was sad to see. We left him like that, his head on the desk, near tears or oblivion, and told him we'd be back to film some more tomorrow.
*
I dreamed I was working in a supermarket, several blocks long, light brown interiors with shelves piled to the ceilings maybe 20 feet up. A big place. In the back room, a remote-controller scooter rolled up. I knew it had been piloted by the Batman villain The Riddler, and contained explosives. It had an announcement system and began a countdown. I ran through the store, urging patrons to leave. A coworker jogged alongside men, a young woman who I don't know in the waking world, thinking it was all in fun. Then there were explosions behind us, and I redoubled my efforts.
Finally out in the street, a light rain. The coworker and I and patrons who had escaped turned to see fire trucks rolling up just as the whole back of the place went up in flames.
*
I dreamed I had found a shortcut up to my town from the Raritan River. It took me a winding path along what looked like a seashore, a vista I had never seen. I drove up and over a highway offramp and somehow found myself hanging by my fingertips over a plot of land with a VFW hall on it below. There was a party of some kind going on—our destination. Folks told me to just let go, I would fall down in the soft grass and be unhurt, but I shimmied along to where the ground was level and finally lowered myself, then walked down to the hall. Lights glowing in the twilight.
*
I dreamed I was part of some kind of elite military force. Another Batman villain, the Joker, had this device on a boat where he would put you in large, see-through bubbles that ran along a sort of overhead metal bar. It acted like a cannon, and would launch you into the sea. Two hardened battle-looking guys, the soccer player Rafa Leao, and myself were selected as his first victims. We were each placed inside one of the four bubbles, and the Joker piloted us far out to see. It was supposed to be part of the plan that the military would track us and use the opportunity to attack the Joker, turning the tables on him, as it were, but his boat moved too fast for them to catch him, and soon we were out of sight.
*
I dreamed I was a camera guy working on a documentary about the life of a restaurateur on Long Island, a younger man in his 30s with a wife and real young kids. The documentary portrayed him as working his fingers to the bone in the kitchen, a profusely sweating creative genius who then returned home to various shenanigans with his family. And yet when the cameras stopped, the guy took off his costume and went into a back office, where we saw him working the phones and typing away at his computer. Turns out he was running some kind of franchise at the executive level, and his family live was constant turmoil, the guy a mental wreck. It was sad to see. We left him like that, his head on the desk, near tears or oblivion, and told him we'd be back to film some more tomorrow.
