dreams...
(Overtired, day off today. 8 hours broken up by repetitions of the same dream...not quite a nightmare, but not a pleasure either)
Awoke several times in the night, always the same dream, wandering around the construction site, always dark, evening or early morning, beneath the scaffolding, stepping over two by fours, rebar, countless obstacles and hazards, wandering the site, lost, in the dead of night. Awake, try and shake dream, fall asleep, it repeats...
- Details
- Category: Dreams
(70 hours work this week, last night a full 10 hours sleep, woke with these dreams still vivid in my head, they lasted past coffee and so are recorded. So much work, so little sleep, dreams are a luxury...)
Morning, high above the world, golden morning, fall, the earth spread out below me, I can see the curvature of the earth, across from me there's a helicopter flying, surrounded by a grid of iron bars....
I'm falling from a crane, waiting until the last possible moment before pulling my parachute, falling and waiting, it's a beautiful morning...
***
I land, looking for someone to tell of my adventures but it's a busy morning and it's back to work, there's water to be pumped, new holes being dug, and the memory of the fall from the crane soon disappears, it's dark...
I meet four construction workers, older, grey men, faces clouded with cement dust, I recognize them from high school, they look sooo old...
They recognize me as well..."Look who's kept his youthful good looks" they say to me...
I recognize them from high school but I can't remember their names. One is disabled, he is supported by the other 2, withered and perhaps mentally deficient, a construction accident of some sort and the company's kept him on, another is wearing women's clothing - I ask about this, he tells me (us all) that he's been in drag since he was a baby and forced to wear girl's diapers....
Another of the four volunteers that he's killed a man "and I haven't any regrets, he deserved it..." he tells me proudly...
I want - only slightly - to stay and catch up, the one schoolmate I haven't spoken to, the only one I vaguely recognize, still silent, but there's work to be done and so I promise to catch up with them later...
***
I'm walking around the site, picking up rubbish and bits of wire, it's dark, night, and as I come around a corner of the building I find a duck with a broken wing. I think to myself that it's escaped having it's neck wrung for dinner, and it comes to me for consolation, as soon as it does the lights from a row of townhouses across the street come on. The duck flees, and I can see that it was being hunted by a fox or cat hiding in a shed and I want to catch it before the cat or fox does but it's doing it's best to flee...
- Details
- Category: Dreams
The change of employ has led to a new variety of dreams - excavations, wet, grey, digging pits and trenches into the earth, no purpose or explanation provided, grey, wet, cold...
- Details
- Category: Dreams
I've charged my daughter with looking after 3 pairs of pets, there's a pair of Guinea Pigs, a pair of (?? forget...), and a pair of sparrows, and somehow she's fucked up and one of each pair dead....I'm furious, smack her hard across the face and then discover the surviving sparrow is engaged in a duel to the death with a small mechanical sparrow, a medieval tin automaton that's battling it with a sword, I look to my daughter and her face is swelling and I feel bad about hitting her...
- Details
- Category: Dreams