the best dreams ever

I don't remember much
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I was a director
in charge of a camp for kids
I had cards, like valentines for them, and CD's for the counselors.
Two of the counselors liked me... alot.
We were peers.
We were doing this as charity work.
Someone outside had tipped over and burned (set fire to) four cars outside on the street.
I had to make sure the children were safe, food was prepared and that the counselors were organized. I am used to doing everything for myself, but in this situation, I had to trust that things were being done without me.

I believe they were.

I was quite happy.

The two fellows who were interested in me were very well suited for me as well.

They both "got" me, which is rare. But I had only had time to get to know one. He had made time with me a priority. Which impressed me.

Sometimes waking up is hard to do.

Big Money

My good friend Andrea and I are walking down a corridor and I need to stop to use the payphone. There is a poor man behind me, lingering, after I use the phone, I notice he was waiting to check the slot for spare change. I am seeing spare change on the floor, a quarter dollar here and there... so I hope that he finds it. Soon I see there are alot of quarters on the floor, and we move to a wide open space. I call back to him: "Hey, there are quarters on the floor you know..." or something like that. And then I see, on the carpeted area, a stack of big money. It's the new dollar coin. It's big, like a tea saucer. And all around it, are scattered what looks to be quarters, but what are really Susan B. Anthony dollars. Andrea and I scramble to pick them all up as people pass us by. She ends up with more big money than me, but I am giving some of mine away (mostly the Susan B.'s).

We climb into her big suburban SUV and head out. I notice a trail of money and I tell her to follow it. She parks the car "Can we park here?" she asks a woman who is working inside the building comes out and says yes, that nobody ever leaves until the end of the day, so it is OK. We are at a postal station or something... It seems that a bank truck has been leaking money, and we start to collect it. It is scattered everywhere, all coins, all single dollar coins, some little, some the new big money.

Somehow, I end up in a woodshop, and two men, one older, one younger, are showing me something handcrafted. We are standing over what seems to be a lathe.

Another Indian dream

i got off the bus for school about a mile too soon (grad school)
and as i am walking i see many many many busses pulled to the side of the road waiting, but they do not have my number on them.

I guess i do not make it to class, because soon i am in an autobody shop

my white car won't go.

the shop is run by Indians.
the woman behind the counter has long semi-blonde hair strange, i think, but whatever.

She tells me it will only be another half hour.

soon she tells me there will be no charge.
the mechanics cannot get the electical functions to work
i will not be able to listen to music
but, she tells me, most casinos have their own music.
Her tribe has a casino, she tells me as we pass the time.

soon a man in a white shirt with short dark hair is to my left and behind me. I turn around. He is telling me some particulars. He is about 40 with rugged skin. He looks kind, nice, I smile softly.

OH, If you like me, you are really gonna like who is behind you he says, referring to his partner, the other mechanic.

He insists that i turn around and deal with the other guy and so i do.

this one has a younger face, and longer hair, shoulder length, dark, i think he is wearing glasses.

he extends his hand, i think he is not as great looking as the first one made him seem.

i shake his hand, but realize it is deformed, like a claw, like a lobsterclaw from the circus sideshows. just a fat pointerfinger and a thumb.

I take it in stride and grasp the thumb. Which one do you prefer people shake? I ask him

turns out it's the pointer, so we do it thatway.

Soon we are chatting, about some stuff who knows what, car stuff? he leans over and kisses me, Ok I think, whatever. It is OK, I keep my eyes open, so does he. He seems bored, looks all over the place, but not at me. He expects my eyes to be closed. His eyes are blue...

Soon I become bored. He sees my eyes are open and that's when we shift. I decide to show him what a real kiss is, and take charge of the situation and am the aggressor, the dominator he likes that kiss boy...

then we end up at some creek, there is a travel festival going on. His tribe is centered around travel. And the point is to get down the creek in many different ways.

Weird little dream.

When I got home I had been stalked by one of my friends who demanded to know where I had been all day/night.

"I know you wrote a check, because I saw it online." she said.
weird.

him again

i remember us being together
i remember it being like old times
we met... oh, like about 5, 6 years ago right around this time actually,
and now i am dreaming about him like he has passed away.

we usually manage to see each other once per year at least.
we tried a relationship the first year or so, but it did not work for either of us, we had different ideas of what that word meant. but we still love one another, and are like best friends.

were.

i think something has happened to him,
and i never did call his sister,
cause i don't want to know, really... don't want to stand at the hole in the ground if that's what it's come to.

well, so in my dream... we are together, like all those times he would come and spend the night, just like best friends do.

we spent the night talking on an on and laughing and such, as usual.
In the morning, it was time to go. We took a shower together, sort of a bath. Well, i took it alone mostly, he arrived late...
and as usual, we realized that we spent so much time talking to one another and such that we forgot to make out... so we try to go for it, quick, in the morning. before he had to go.

And he brought me a bagel to eat, one that he was eating. I had my own to eat, but he wanted me to taste his.

It tasted rotten, like dirt, like garbage, old, older than stale... bad.

but I took two bites, to be polite. and he said he had to go downstairs and to the corner to take care of some unfinished business.

I woke up then.
at 7am
even tho i had gone to sleep around 3:30am
and before i knew what i was doing, i fixed myself a bagel for breakfast.
which is not normal for me.

I really think something happened.
I do not want to find out what.
But I know he wanted me to call his sister.
Pretty much now, it is probably too late.

so that was my dream, bagels from the otherworld.
i do not recommend them.

the theatre group on the boardwalk

I go places in my dreams... socially, physically... like NYC.
And I keep it up, the relationships I establish.

I remember even trying to rent an apartment, in the dream city I go to. Right by the beach, in the theatre district. I remember that the rent was so low because there was a big curtain, and it was a window to the livingroom and your daily life WAS the street theatre, for the passers by as an advertisement for the real theatre that was renting the apartment (tiny)... It was a competitive theatre district, you gotta get those patrons of the arts on board!!

But I decline the apartment and soon the space was rented by a nice man who turned it into a workshop theatre space, the picture window advertised the work in progress and the big show night had the red velveteen curtains closed to the outside...

And admission??

Well if you wanted to come in and work on your acting skills, and be a part of the troupe,. you must bring in and place on the table, one lonely shoe... not a galosh or some kind of birkinstock heavens no!! he wanted a single lonely "where is the other one, I am missing a shoe" singlton stiletto or stack heel or platform shoe. But just one, on the table.

And that's how I left him and his troupe which was me and one other person...

Last night, I went back, by the beach for a visit, as I stepped into the large theatre building, an orca whale flipped out of the water in an arc. I would have liked to dive into that ocean and swim away... (it's MY dream, why not??)

So I go in to the building and see the small apartment come theatre to the right and that the new proprieter has made himself a small office space in the hallway leading to the main room (with the window) He smiled to see me there like an old friend would (I have no idea what his name is) and I believe I wander to his desk to greet him. He asks me to admire all the shoes that have shown up since my initial visit. There are many many lovely single shoes there. I tell him that just today, I found a shoe for him, a vintage singleton, circa 1940 something and he seems pleased. I am again struck by how good looking he is for a man who is in his lat 40's I am finding myself more and more attracted to him, he has something about him and it is working on me!

Then we both go into the real room and meet up with the other two-three performers. And they are all pretty nice people. The director suggests that I hug him... NO PROBLEMO! I think, and then he suggests everyone gather round and get in on this hug, I am soon being hugged by several people at once. It feels pretty good.

I wonder, if we could move this to the ocean, and get that orca whale involved somehow? I think.