(Entered in paper journal at 10 AM at Starbucks Marriott -- possibly back in Colorado?)
Dream 1
There were two kids running away from a group of soldiers like Civil War soldiers. The kids were modern, in contemporary clothing -- grey t-shirts and grey, denim shorts. The setting also looked contemporary, like a network of dirt trails at the edge of a modern, suburban park.
The kids reached the top of some short slope, being continually shot at all the way. They turned around and (fired back?) until all the soldiers either were dead or had retreated.
The two kids ran to some other hill. Either one or both of the kids almost fell over a steep cliff at the "peak" of the hill. There was a barberry there, jutting out club-shaped from and down along the cliff in a thin, long shape. I faintly remembered that either I or the kids had been trimming this shrub before the commotion.
The kids (or I?) were about to start trimming again when a tall, white-bearded man in a grey Civil War uniform walked up. The kids turned around. They knew this was the leader of the soldiers they had fought. The kids worried the "General" was capturing them. But the "General" actually spoke sympathetically with them.
I saw the kids' shirts become dark and dappled with varying shades of grey. I thought that perhaps the reason the "General" (I did not call him a General in the dream) was being so sympathetic was that the kids had already been mortally wounded without being aware of it.
I could see in my minds eye that the kids' backs and the backs of their heads had been torn apart as if by a huge barrage of bullets. I didn't know whether my imagined vision was true. But I was afraid of the kids turning around and me seeing whether it was true.
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Tuesday, February 28, 2017
(10/7/05) crisscross
(Entered in paper journal at the Tea Lounge on Union Street and 7th Avenue in Brooklyn.)
Dream 1
I was walking behind my mother on a concrete path along a lawn lined with some small shrubs and flowers. Eventually my mother was far ahead of me, and I was behind an old, short, Asian woman. I wanted to catch up with my mom, or at least move faster than the Asian woman. But I wanted to wait until the woman wouldn't feel like I was being rude by passing her.
The path, though still as open-feeling and suburban-feeling as before, was crisscrossed now with shin-high shrubs on the walk and overhanging, leafy shrubs encroaching over the walk. I couldn't touch any shrubs. I had to jump over the crisscrosses and touch only the concrete, but I could only land on one foot and jump off and land on the next foot.
As I got better at this the overhanging shrubs faded to the sides. The Asian woman was far ahead. The crisscrosses got thicker, so that I had to float to get to each open patch of concrete. One series of shrubs I jumped through was like a mix of barberry leafs with pink sedum blossoms that were soft like pink Apache plume blossoms.
The Asian woman waited where the path became clear again. I landed near her. My mother said, as if behind us, "It's a good thing the old man wasn't here. You wouldn't have gotten away with some of your jumps."
We were all getting ready to meet a new girl. I was pleased with my abilities and in the meantime I levitated myself about six feet in the air, face down. I was surprised with how well I could control myself, how still and relaxed I was.
But the Asian woman and my mom laughed at me. My mom said, "Preemie, aren't you forgetting?"
Still floating, I spun around and saw the young woman beside my mom. The woman had long, blonde hair -- all I remember.
I said, "Oh, right, I forget."
I offered the woman my hand, but I had floated higher and was out of reach. Everybody laughed. I tried to lower myself, and then I kept aiming badly at the woman's hand.I tried to land altogether, but I was now really uneven.
Dream 1
I was walking behind my mother on a concrete path along a lawn lined with some small shrubs and flowers. Eventually my mother was far ahead of me, and I was behind an old, short, Asian woman. I wanted to catch up with my mom, or at least move faster than the Asian woman. But I wanted to wait until the woman wouldn't feel like I was being rude by passing her.
The path, though still as open-feeling and suburban-feeling as before, was crisscrossed now with shin-high shrubs on the walk and overhanging, leafy shrubs encroaching over the walk. I couldn't touch any shrubs. I had to jump over the crisscrosses and touch only the concrete, but I could only land on one foot and jump off and land on the next foot.
As I got better at this the overhanging shrubs faded to the sides. The Asian woman was far ahead. The crisscrosses got thicker, so that I had to float to get to each open patch of concrete. One series of shrubs I jumped through was like a mix of barberry leafs with pink sedum blossoms that were soft like pink Apache plume blossoms.
The Asian woman waited where the path became clear again. I landed near her. My mother said, as if behind us, "It's a good thing the old man wasn't here. You wouldn't have gotten away with some of your jumps."
We were all getting ready to meet a new girl. I was pleased with my abilities and in the meantime I levitated myself about six feet in the air, face down. I was surprised with how well I could control myself, how still and relaxed I was.
But the Asian woman and my mom laughed at me. My mom said, "Preemie, aren't you forgetting?"
Still floating, I spun around and saw the young woman beside my mom. The woman had long, blonde hair -- all I remember.
I said, "Oh, right, I forget."
I offered the woman my hand, but I had floated higher and was out of reach. Everybody laughed. I tried to lower myself, and then I kept aiming badly at the woman's hand.I tried to land altogether, but I was now really uneven.
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