Dream Weaver
I had another strange dream laced with interesting characters and danger.
In one part I was held captive by some man.. a construction worker type. I was confined within a tall shabbily constructed column with no promise of release. So escape was the only option. I waited until he was otherwise occupied and climbed toward the top of the shaft to inspect the molding around this window to see if there was a weak spot somewhere. In that special dream way, going against all logic and natural law, I could see through this window though it was constructed of layer after layer of opaque duct tape. Outside was a parking lot. I watched out the window as I pulled tacks out of the wall, and found that strangely, all the tack heads were quarters - the money kind, with washington on the front. As I flung them aside I heard the man coming back so I climbed down quickly. He saw the missing tacks and was suspicious but I acted innocent. He walked away for a moment and I went back to work, determined to escape before he could return again. I didn't even bother with tacks this time.. I just ripped back the corners of each layer of duct tape. A comrade appeared at my side, or at least slightly below, which oddly didn't seem to surprise me at all. I hurriedly instructed this friend to grab the corners I had peeled back and to finish the ripping for me. We tag-teamed each layer of tape until they were all gone and left nothing but slightly glue-residued glass. My comrade grabbed a piece of broken bed frame from the construction pile and sent it flying through the pane. I bent and contorted my body through the hole of broken window, uncaring of the cuts and scrapes I was receiving all over - just desperate to be free. After making it through head-first there was a slight drop to the asphalt but I made it down okay.
Then I met up with more comrades and we found a flashy red sports car that we proceeded to abscond with. It was as red inside as it was outside. Seemed every source of light was fitted with red bulbs. Except those little lighted panels on the doors that indicate the lock/unlock button. Those were the customary yellowy-white.
As we drove at record speeds down the freeway I looked up ahead through the windshield. The horizon reminded me of Vegas. It had that high-rising, flashy-light way about it. The only real oddity was at first alarming - The highest building in this turn-around was collapsing like the twin towers! It fell in on itself with smoke rising and curling into the black heavens before it hit ground zero and spread its debris like a skirt in a curtsy. I was horrified at first. Then the odd part came - this building rose back up the same way it came crashing down. The smoke sucked right back into the building and it stood as if it had never fallen. I was about to sigh with confused relief, but again the building came crashing down as before.. and again, it rose. This continued on, the building rising and falling like stereo signals on an e-meter. Never the less we walked into the building and didn't come to any harm as it rose and fell. Indeed we found the source of the disturbance: A person with a quite ordinary looking stick, about the length of your leg.. not rounded off but with square corners. Not even ornate.. just plain, splintery wood. The individual seemed to push the building up with this stick, and then upon bringing the stick down again the building would fall down all around us, and rise again and so on. I asked the individual what they were doing, incredulous that this entire building should rise and fall repeatedly (it was a hotel by the way, and red everywhere just like the car) They told me quite simple as they handed me the stick - assumedly to take over for them - that they were dream-weaving. And now I was the new Dream Weaver.
And then I woke up with that song in my head.
My head is so weird.
In one part I was held captive by some man.. a construction worker type. I was confined within a tall shabbily constructed column with no promise of release. So escape was the only option. I waited until he was otherwise occupied and climbed toward the top of the shaft to inspect the molding around this window to see if there was a weak spot somewhere. In that special dream way, going against all logic and natural law, I could see through this window though it was constructed of layer after layer of opaque duct tape. Outside was a parking lot. I watched out the window as I pulled tacks out of the wall, and found that strangely, all the tack heads were quarters - the money kind, with washington on the front. As I flung them aside I heard the man coming back so I climbed down quickly. He saw the missing tacks and was suspicious but I acted innocent. He walked away for a moment and I went back to work, determined to escape before he could return again. I didn't even bother with tacks this time.. I just ripped back the corners of each layer of duct tape. A comrade appeared at my side, or at least slightly below, which oddly didn't seem to surprise me at all. I hurriedly instructed this friend to grab the corners I had peeled back and to finish the ripping for me. We tag-teamed each layer of tape until they were all gone and left nothing but slightly glue-residued glass. My comrade grabbed a piece of broken bed frame from the construction pile and sent it flying through the pane. I bent and contorted my body through the hole of broken window, uncaring of the cuts and scrapes I was receiving all over - just desperate to be free. After making it through head-first there was a slight drop to the asphalt but I made it down okay.
Then I met up with more comrades and we found a flashy red sports car that we proceeded to abscond with. It was as red inside as it was outside. Seemed every source of light was fitted with red bulbs. Except those little lighted panels on the doors that indicate the lock/unlock button. Those were the customary yellowy-white.
As we drove at record speeds down the freeway I looked up ahead through the windshield. The horizon reminded me of Vegas. It had that high-rising, flashy-light way about it. The only real oddity was at first alarming - The highest building in this turn-around was collapsing like the twin towers! It fell in on itself with smoke rising and curling into the black heavens before it hit ground zero and spread its debris like a skirt in a curtsy. I was horrified at first. Then the odd part came - this building rose back up the same way it came crashing down. The smoke sucked right back into the building and it stood as if it had never fallen. I was about to sigh with confused relief, but again the building came crashing down as before.. and again, it rose. This continued on, the building rising and falling like stereo signals on an e-meter. Never the less we walked into the building and didn't come to any harm as it rose and fell. Indeed we found the source of the disturbance: A person with a quite ordinary looking stick, about the length of your leg.. not rounded off but with square corners. Not even ornate.. just plain, splintery wood. The individual seemed to push the building up with this stick, and then upon bringing the stick down again the building would fall down all around us, and rise again and so on. I asked the individual what they were doing, incredulous that this entire building should rise and fall repeatedly (it was a hotel by the way, and red everywhere just like the car) They told me quite simple as they handed me the stick - assumedly to take over for them - that they were dream-weaving. And now I was the new Dream Weaver.
And then I woke up with that song in my head.
My head is so weird.