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this one is weird
Posted by Yaacov on June 21, 2009 at 2:14am in Dreams & Visions
WARNING: THERE ARE SOME SEQUENCES IN THIS DREAM THAT SOME MAY FIND OFFENSIVE. (heck, i was offended too)
There are a series of disconnected events before this that i don't remember.
Everything takes place at night.
At some point, this 21 yr old (half Arabian) waif i know offers to give me a ride in her car. In actuality she wants to go somewhere together, just kind of for a fun trip, nothing sexual or romantic. We drive through this neighborhood with all of these boarded up abandoned houses. It was previously a college area where students previously rented, but it now had the appearence of a neighborhood that had become super bad, but as we go another block it becomes apparent that my assumption was wrong and that all of these houses had been bought up by this gigantic medical establishment to build their next huge socialized medicine leviathan complex. I ask the girl to turn to the headquarters of the soon-to-be demolished area to see if i could get some permission to salvage wood or copper from the houses before demolition. After she parks the car, her cell phone in the trunk rings but she's already walked off toward the headquarters. I soon catch up and walk down this incline to the office. There are a few other guys standing haphazardly in front of me and they are taking care of business (for salvage contracts?) But I never get to ask for permission.
Suddenly I'm in a lounge/study/living room/foyer type area in a lavish victorian style. Apparently this is where the waif and i were going to stay, I don't know where she went, apparently to her room, but being tired, I go onto this couch and cover up with a blanket. Out of nowhere, a different 18 yr old blond acquaintance comes into the room and stealthily slips under the blanket on my couch and starts kissing me. I don't go for blondes at all, but not wanting to be mean, I oblige her for a few minutes, but then it appears she wants more than just a make out-session. At some point, some other person also comes into the room to wait and is sitting by the window waiting for somebody or something all the while seemingly oblivious to this girl and I. Well, when kissing is not enough for her, she gets out from under the blanket to remove the rest of her clothes. To my shock, something seems very odd about her anatomy. (I'm thinking she's either a world record holder or she's a hermaphrodite). Awkwardly i try to be polite and ask her a question about her feature (which doesn't quite look human either). She explains that she's always had this particular feature at this size. A bunch of conflicting thoughts race through my mind, some of which are repulsion and doubt.
Abruptly, I'm driving alone on a road through a residential area of a city. Earlier in the day the snow had apparently melted and was now beginning to freeze making black ice patches. I drive past two occupied cop cars a couple of blocks apart, being grateful that they didn't pull me over for some bogus violation. After I pass the second one, I'm on a hill with a stop sign at the bottom. I hit an ice patch and slide right into the intersection (it might have been a 5 way intersection). Fortunately I was in the intersection well before the car approaching from my left, but my untimely entry causes the other car to over-react and go into a spin and do some damage to his car, because he hit the curb or something on the street. My car spins around and comes within 4 inches of hitting a car that was parked on the corner lot by this house. I'm thinking of how grateful I am that the cop didn't see this because I did not want to get delayed. Strangely enough there doesn't seem to be anybody driving the other car that i caused to go into a spin. I'm right next to an entrance to a freeway, and think that maybe the freeways are safer since they salt those first, so I drive off of the corner lot and get on the ramp, thinking that it is the familiar I-94 interstate, but as i enter the ramp i realize that it is not I-94, but 81 and the freeway signs are of a different color (I-94 is in the standard dark blue and white with a little bit of red, this 81 is in a different graphic style and is white and medium cyan blue) I'm disturbed that this highway looks foreign, almost European maybe?
It soon becomes apparent that this is a freeway that leads directly to a modern airport.
Then I'm inside the airport, I walk up to the clerk and she asks me my name and looks it up. Apparently i have some sort of prepaid reservation. I already have the microchipped transponder card in my wallet, She hands me this plastic and metal device shaped like a super ergonomic stapler (and of that size) that's sort of tear drop shaped, but without explaining what it is for. She opens the gate and I walk through. As I walk through, i accidently fumble the device out of my hands, and it tumbles onto the floor and rolls by the foot of another person who is standing in a group that is assembled like small madrigal choir. As I desparately try to recover the device, the person guards it with his or her foot and then the choir sings a short song of how because I had dropped the device that it would be added to my bill (another 20 dollars), and that I'd not be allowed to pick up the device). Then the choir and I move through the next gate into the next area, (at this point I'm beginning to doubt whether or not this is a real airport-- it seems that it may indeed be a series of never ending audience participation mini theater sessions and that was what the reservation was actually for. After we pass through the gate, we're in another airport-esque hall area with another gate to the left of us with a larger area beyond that. The small crowd of about 12 people and I gather around a man from the group. He is middle aged with dark curly hair, maybe Italian or Greek, he has a medium complexion and is clean shaven, kind of looks like Mohamar Khadafi in a leisure suit. Another man in the crowd exclaims (as if from a script), "Peter, show us your esophagus!" I try to object, "No, that's OK, you really don't have to..." Too late, Peter makes some gagging sounds and distends his esophagus out of his mouth. It comes out far enough that he is able to grasp it with his left hand and then twirl the rest of it with his right in lasso style, but without a loop on the end. He twirls it over our heads a few times. The same man that had asked Peter to show us his esophagus then announces (again as if reading from a script), "How about a little rain for everyone!" Then Peter's gastric juices start sprinkling off of his distended twirling esophagus and landing on our heads.
The end.
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Reply by Lev/Christopher on June 21, 2009 at 7:32am
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Reply by Lev/Christopher on June 22, 2009 at 12:29am
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