dreams...
I'm with a group of strangers, nobody that I know.
We're in the basement of an old church, maybe 150 years old, red brick, it's the restaurant, there are candles lit everywhere and the owner is presiding as Maitre D'.
We're empty and there's time enough to perform a play upstairs, and so we run through a warren of passages and up twisting flights of stairs to the main level - "We buy Gold"; it's a pawn shop of some description but it turns into a hobby shop and somewhere behind there's a giant, towering 30 foot costume/puppet monster walking along, it looks like Darth Vader from one side and from the other side it looks like a spaceship, and as he turns his head from side to side lasers are shot from the sidepieces....
It's pretty scary. And I'm running up towards the belfry, the play's been forgotten and instead I'm to help to put away the giant puppet of Darth Vader, hang him from the ceiling and I can't reach it from the floor and so I climb up a ladder..there are bolts from the ceiling where I can hang this, there are others there as well, different things, the owner builds things, then hangs them from the ceiling and I'm hanging the puppet from the center beam now of the church, immediately beneath me on the ladder there's some woman with blood or grenadine upon her hand...
And I climb down and am on the main floor when I look out the window, towards downtown and I can see the sky's an unreal blue, and everyone in the choir turns and looks as well, and it is, and as we look there's a bank of clouds above us, the edges roiling like eddies in a stream, and I can see a big tendril coming down, it looks computer animated, and there's a tornado about to hit the church. we run through the church to hide, and I see people running out the front door, then all the cupboards and doors in the church slam shut and I realize we're about to be lifted away and so I jump out a side door, the church is moving, sliding along, the bricks and siding is being peeled away, it's too heavy and the tornado moves on, the church dragged a few hundred yards away along a field, the sky is infused with an unearthly light....
(Many odd dreams last night, put it down to a late night feast of fast food.)
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The phone rings and I'm swimming.
Swimming within myself, eyes closed, swimming upwards towards my eyes, there's an eternity between rings of the phone, I'm swimming inside my head, upwards, groggy, surfacing - the phone rings again and I'm on my feet - in front of the desk, taking a call, a reservation, a cancellation, a solicitor, I hang up and still inside my head, not a dream but the sensation of swimming within myself, of awakening too soon.
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This was the dream before the Christian Slater dream, Oranges and Lemons, the evocation of old streets and memories, rainy streets, the reflection of bright neon in the puddles on the pavement, old buildings, memories of places I haven't yet been, smells, people, romance, my notes of "Oranges and Lemons" were to jog my memory but now they aren't enough and it's lost.
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Strange dream, I tried to get back to it, but I was afraid I'd forget and in the moments I made my notes it was lost...
Warehouses, warehouse district (old brownstones), nightime, walking behind them and I find craters in the sand filled with what appear to be twonies, bi-metal currency, coins of some sort, and I'm kneeling, trying to fill my pockets and I hear voices and I quickly cover the coins with sand so I can retrieve them later.
I duck into an open door, hide behind it and peer through the crack...
They saw me. They didn't see me. They don't care. Their talking about the coins, the bags that missed the train (and there's a train there now, beside the sand), and the train is leaving...
Now I'm in an office, decrepit, empty, I'm Christian Slater and I'm looking out, 6, maybe 8 stories up, I'm thinking of killing myself, jumping out the window when I look out and see the train beneath me and I'm seeing it pull away and I realize it's full of the money they stole (those guys) and I have an idea...
Now I'm a film director, following Christian Slater as he's running along, trying to catch the train, he's going to get on it, take it over, it'll be his, they don't make many movies about trains these days and I'm pretty sure this one will be a hit, Christian Slater will jump on the train and the loot will be his, but we have an action film to make first and he's running after the train, running beside it, cutting through the streets (and I'm thinking, maybe 70's streets and costumes, it'll give the set decorators something to do, better locations) and he's running under overpasses, across long suspension bridges with the train slowly picking up steam beside him, he's cutting through funky 70's neighborhoods with hot girls and cool people in the background (black guys with red leather jackets and big afros), he's running and....now he's on the top of the train, he has to find the money car, he's climbing along, jumping from car to car, lying low in tunnels, he's got to find the money car and start getting it off the train..
Bizarre dream, change of perspectives (from 1st person to Christian Slater to director brainstorming the idea of a train movie...)
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