(1/1/09) the hound went through the hole

(Entered in paper journal at 9:45 AM at Connecticut Muffin in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

A movie which was like a Disney cartoon and real life together, as if the cartoon (not computer animation) had the weight and dimension of real life.

I (?) sat on the lower bed of a bunk bed. On the underside of the top bed was a hole maybe three inches in diameter. It was all black inside, like in cartoons.

A little dog that looked like the hound off of The Fox and the Hound jumped out of the hole and attacked me. It would dart at my shoulder and then disappear, immediately reappearing in the hole, then darting at my shoulder again.

The dog and I had once been friends, as if I were the fox. But the dog had gotten mad at me for some reason and was now attacking me. I wasn't really hurt by the attack, but I wanted to resolve whatever misunderstanding was causing the hound's anger.

Now the main character of the movie was a hound character. I wasn't in the movie. The hound had gone through a few different size transformations.

The hound was now something like human-sized. It sat against a wall in a strange cave like a sewer tunnel which also had the look and feel of the bunk bed on which I had been sitting. The hound was afraid of making his next transformation. He thought he might get too big.

But now the walls all grew over with reddish material like flesh. The reddish material also pulsed with clouds of purple and veins of blue. The reddish material had become a smallish room around the hound, possibly with an opening to a tunnel off to his right.

A hole opened above and just before the hound, on the curving "ceiling." A woman's voice told the hound that it needed to go through the hole and into the world as its next transformation. The woman's voice said not to be afraid, that the hound's fears would not be realized.

The hound went through the hole. As he pushed through, he found himself in another room, something like a dim living room with various deep green tones of furniture. He may have had the body of a human baby. (And now the movie was in live-action, not a cartoon.) But it seemed like the baby was enormous compared to everything around him.

The baby yelled, possibly just in his mind, to the woman, "You said my fears wouldn't come true! But they have!"

The woman's voice came back and said, "Don't worry. This is just part of your perception. As the light hits the room, the objects you think you see right now will show themselves to be something else. Then you'll see what everything really is, and how everything is the right size, including you."

This seemed to be proving true. For instance, beside me (as if I had now taken on the character of the hound/baby) I had something like a cup and a book. They seemed miniscule. But I knew that when the light hit them they'd either grow or show themselves that was naturally that small. I was feeling much calmer as the woman spoke to me.

I was now reading a book that may have had typed-out, but bluish, lettering. The writing was divided into numbered paragraphs, like some kind of technical manual. The left page spoke about the phenomenon the woman's voice had been telling me about. The right page spoke either about a chemical process which happens during dreaming or a chemical process which is aided by dreaming. There was a series of abbreviations that looked like LCFO or LFCO.

This was a book my girlfriend H had given me. It was something like an instruction manual for being a good businessman. The book had a soft, white, laminated-feeling cover, and had bluish or purplish, very plain lettering on the front.