November 17 dream

last night i dreamed in mandarin chinese
i spoke it
and i was corrected on my attempt at tone
i do not remember with whom i was speaking.

memo

dreams I have yet to write down:

Driving to walmart in a borrowed car

Drinking the Queen of England's whiskey/ Princess Diana is my roomate

Kimora Lee Simmons is jealous of me

and

Kidnapped genius baby.

Santa Maria

Thursday night I dream that I have a husband
had a husband
he was carrying 2 of our three children on his back (shoulders?) when the head...
Well, alls I can say is there was this big golden head
it was in flames maybe, but generating it's own energy/heat sort of... it was golden, OK?
ANd it was a part of the parade.
Normal huge head parade.
Except for the fact that it fell, off of the struts and started to roll downhill.
It crushed only one person, my husband. He had dark hair.
And while it (the head) was freeing itself from the parade, a booming voice, a very interesting voice, an eerie voice, a masculine, vibrating and loud, firm yet calm voice intoned:
"Santa Maria!!!"
over and over again, solemnly.
The head was a golden Saint Mary head I guess, it was a female head.
about the size of a couple of minivans as I recall.
And my children were safe, my husband a pancake and the head rolled on down the road...
"Saaaanta Maariiiaaaa...."

feed the children

a trucker is driving at night, and stops for a moment at the side of the dark road.
A group of children flock to him, the tallest, is about seven, the youngest maybe four years old.
They are alone and wandering and ask him for a ride.
He brings them to my door, and asks for a place to stop and rest.

I let him in, and the children stay outside in the cold dark night.

And then the seven year old knocks on the door and asks to be fed.
As soon as I agree, the others, three or maybe four others flock in, there are two girls, they are both dark skinned but also Hispanic. The rest are boys and they are Afrocentric. I tell them sternly after having fed them supper that they may not sleep here. The youngest begins to wail and the older girl tells me when I ask that they are accustomed to sleeping in public bathrooms. I later find out that the oldest boy will find someone in the bathroom to take him home but only if he agrees to bring the rest of the children and give them safe lodging for the night. I then realize that when I let him in the door, they assume that they were welcome for the night as well.

The children are outside crying. I am such an ass, "Come in children" I tell them, and I prepare cinnamon raisin rolls for the morning.

That night, once the children are safe and sleeping, the trucker, who is quite young, opens a can of stewed tomatos, and salts them, he prepares to eat them cold in a bowl. Silly trucker, he does not smell the wonderful food am cooking just for him, and stewed tomatos are exactly the missing ingredient! I take the bowl and add it to the mix. a melange of fresh basil and grains and sauce I don't know exactly what, but it was the best food he had ever eaten he said (i hear that a lot).

When the children wake up, I decide they will stay with me, little gypsy kids. Nobody knows who they are or where they belong. Somehow, I send them off to school. Then I turn to assess the trucker. He is tall and thin and quite young for so much responsibility, with straight brown hair, and a certain look in his eye that says that he would like to stay too.

the best dreams ever

I don't remember much
images
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.