Dreams: By Tag: Four

Tuesday, January 20, 2009: The Race

He was in a department store filled with toys and candy. Many children and parents gathered for games. He was participating in a race. He stood at the starting line along with three other racers, all female, and one was a child. The track was short, no more than several paces. The lines for each racer were not evenly spaced. Another racer tried to change this. But he pointed out that this was normal. Oh, the other racer said. The starter stepped up to the side of the track. The track had shrunk to a few paces. He got set. The starter quietly mumbled, Go. He ran, practically leaping the distance. Another racer was close to the finish line, but he crossed first. She turned to him and said in a dazed tone, You won. He looked back, and one of the racers had not even left the starting line. She just stood there in shock.

Thursday, July 10, 2008: Mephistopheles

He was rummaging through two boxes of books, when a strange man appeared. He was tall. His skin had a golden sheen, his eyes sparkled, his head was bare and bony. He wore fine clothing spun from gold of different colors. With a gesture, he set a box of books on fire, and said in a smooth, deep voice, “You will not find what you are looking for in those.”

“Yes, I know,” he said.

“If you want to learn real magic,” he explained as he handed him a scroll, “Have your wife sing this Persian song with three others in this temple.”

“It must be a spell,” he thought.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007: Chain Vendor, TV Overboard

While Mambo No. 5 boomed through the dark club, I put money into a vending machine that dispensed jewelry. I acquired three gold chains, but there were supposed to be four. One of the chains had a small gold scythe attached to it.

I have been reading Dhalgren by Samuel R Delany. Many of the characters in the book wear chains.

In another dream, my wife and I were being driven on a highway by an old friend of mine (Matt or Gaf). We were passed by a dangerously speeding SUV, filled with shouting uniformed high-school football players, holding a large television in the back. As we drove on, we encountered the same SUV again, this time pulled over to the side of the highway. Apparently, the TV fell off the back of the SUV and smashed in the road.

My wife and I decided to get rid of our TV.

Sunday, August 01, 2004: Poetry Recital

I was invited to recite poetry before an audience. I was having trouble finding the location of the recital in the large hotel I was wandering in. I was running late. I wrote four short poems, only filling both sides of a single sheet of paper. I also had not realized how large an audience I was reading poetry for. And somebody was hurrying me.

I opened the auditorium doors. The auditorium was filled with people. I was reminded of the church I had attended; some of the audience members could have been church members I’ve known in the past. As I entered the auditorium, a man on stage announced me. As I reluctantly approached the stage, I realized that I was very thirsty. I asked the announcer to give me a moment. My wife was seated nearby. She gave me a water bottle, and with a giggle said, “Attention to detail.” The water bottle was empty, so I looked around for a water cooler. I spotted one in the far right back corner of the auditorium. I walked over to the cooler. It was filled with Kool-ade. I filled the bottle and headed toward the stage. I made myself wake up because I felt afraid.

I don’t remember the poems, except one had the name Carl Jung’s name in the title.

I recently started writing again. I’ve also been reading about dreams and dream theory, especially Jung.

Sunday, July 25, 2004: Minotaur, Hunters, Insects, Office, President

I had a dream that I killed a minotaur.

I had a dream that I was with some hunters. As they were shooting at an animal, they accidentally shot one of their horses. They didn’t kill it with the first shot, so they shot it again through the head.

I had a dream that I was trying to kill insects.

I had a dream that I was in my boss’s satellite office across from Billings Square Library. Or at least that’s where it was in my dream; my boss doesn’t have a satellite office. While I was in the house, I realized that this place could have the white room that I dream about so much. I found out that my boss hired an old friend of mine, Bob.

In my final dream, I had a dream that I was walking with a president. It was either Bill Clinton, George W Bush, Al Gore, or John Kerry. Maybe he was all four of them.