A miniature mountain lion
May. 16th, 2021 07:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
boccaderlupoI dreamed that down across from the Asbury Park boardwalk there was a subterranean bunker where they had a huge underground fire training facility. I'm not talking about the current Asbury Park, with its glitzy shops and restaurants, but rather the Asbury Park of the late '90s, which looked as though it were out of a postapocalyptic film. There, right across from the beach and sea, you could go down a lime-green masonry tunnel and through a few sliding doors and be in a massive firefighter training lab extending deep into the bowels of the earth, like some approximation of the Inferno (under controlled conditions, of course). Here I ran into a fire chief I know from the Midwest who gave me a tour of the place, which included what looked like a rock-climbing wall that firefighters would ascend holding onto a charged hoseline.
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I dreamed I was driving through town with my mother-in-law and son, while in the backseat there was a woman who was a strange synthesis of my brother's ex-girlfriend and my best friend's cousin. She was opining about her love life in some pretty graphic terms, which made me uncomfortable, but my mother-in-law just laughed. We drove beneath a haze of amber lights, but above the roadway in the sky you could see the roots of giant trees reaching down, as if we were underground. We dropped the strange woman somewhere off downtown.
We arrived at my mother's porch, with my mom-in-law telling my mom about the stranger and her musings, but as I was holding open the screen door up came a cat that looked like a tiny mountain lion. It was covered in goose poop, and was rubbing up against the side of the door. It somehow slid past me and into the porch with the women and my son. I approached it gingerly, hoping to grab it and eject it. The animal's face became suddenly tense, its expression almost human. I stared into those human-like eyes and it raised its claws at me. They were huge and menacing. There was nowhere for me to go, nowhere to run to. I grabbed its "wrists" and held tight while my mother-in-law reopened the screen door, and I lifted the thing and tossed it out. She shut the door again quickly, and the thing scurried off into the woods.
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I dreamed another friend of mine who used to play guitar in a band back in high school had gotten grievously ill with some inexplicable disease. I hadn't seen him for many years except perhaps on social media, but now I ran into him in some kind of convalescent ward in what seemed to be a greenhouse. He looked utterly changed, almost unrecognizable. I asked him what happened to him, but he could barely speak, and the details were vague--something related to his work, I guess. I wanted to help him somehow, but I knew that for him it was too late.
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I dreamed I was driving through town with my mother-in-law and son, while in the backseat there was a woman who was a strange synthesis of my brother's ex-girlfriend and my best friend's cousin. She was opining about her love life in some pretty graphic terms, which made me uncomfortable, but my mother-in-law just laughed. We drove beneath a haze of amber lights, but above the roadway in the sky you could see the roots of giant trees reaching down, as if we were underground. We dropped the strange woman somewhere off downtown.
We arrived at my mother's porch, with my mom-in-law telling my mom about the stranger and her musings, but as I was holding open the screen door up came a cat that looked like a tiny mountain lion. It was covered in goose poop, and was rubbing up against the side of the door. It somehow slid past me and into the porch with the women and my son. I approached it gingerly, hoping to grab it and eject it. The animal's face became suddenly tense, its expression almost human. I stared into those human-like eyes and it raised its claws at me. They were huge and menacing. There was nowhere for me to go, nowhere to run to. I grabbed its "wrists" and held tight while my mother-in-law reopened the screen door, and I lifted the thing and tossed it out. She shut the door again quickly, and the thing scurried off into the woods.
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I dreamed another friend of mine who used to play guitar in a band back in high school had gotten grievously ill with some inexplicable disease. I hadn't seen him for many years except perhaps on social media, but now I ran into him in some kind of convalescent ward in what seemed to be a greenhouse. He looked utterly changed, almost unrecognizable. I asked him what happened to him, but he could barely speak, and the details were vague--something related to his work, I guess. I wanted to help him somehow, but I knew that for him it was too late.
