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Maybe it's actually getting a chance to get some rest, maybe it's a release of my regular stress channeling into performance stress, I don't know but I am having some interesting dreams while here in Winnipeg.
The other night I dreamt I was a NAZI war criminal being hunted by my father, amongst other people. I was being chased around "the city" and out witting my pursuers by sneaking into my grandfather's house. Apparently there had just been a murder or other heinous crime that I was the prime suspect for but if I could make it seem like I had been at my grandfather's place the whole time, I thought I could use that as my alibi.
It seemed to work for a while. I was brought in for questioning inside of a car. On one side was Keenan Wynn and on the other side of the automobile was Clint Eastwood and they were taking turns asking questions. There was also an unidentifiable woman distracting Keenan Wynn causing him to act goofy and flirty in front of her.
I was let go and I thought I had escaped. I recall standing atop an outlook observing the city and thinking how beautiful it was. I was then picked up by my dad who took us both home. It was there that I thought I had really escaped but as I took my shoes off I knew someone was behind me so I turned around and there was my father holding a pistol. I moved to draw my gun and he shot me.
Also in this dream was a hug fight between Lisa Slater and Kaelyn the sound tech at the slam. Lisa was pissed at Kaelyn for flirting with some writer who was already involved with someone. Kaelyn emerged from some bushes with this guy and Lisa attacked her and they started fighting. As they were rolling down the street entangled with each other and throwing punches the entire time Lisa turned into Barbar Adler but the fight continued. Later in the dream Kaelyn turned into my older/younger sister, Paula when I asked her about the fight.
Last night's dream was slightly disturbing. What I recall most was walking through a hospital and coming around a corner to see my grandma walking with a small shopping bag. She was quite tiny, maybe only a foot tall or so. I nearly missed her but I called out "Grandma" a couple of times and she stopped. I asked her where she was going and she said she the tests were coming in today and she had to get the results. I told her I would go with her to find out.
The rest of the dream is me going around with her to get the test results. The only thin now is she has gotten quite sick and I am carrying her around inside of a pita wrap inside the shopping bag as she has gotten even smaller. I take her out a couple of times and each time she is this tiny pink gyoza shaped creature that is very wet and oozing white zit pus. When I touch her and stroke her a little bit she blossoms into a very small and wet version of my grandmother.
At one point I am taking her around and it is incredibly hot and I realize I have forgotten that I am carrying her. Feeling a sense of panic I take her into a shop hoping that I have not killed her. I am filled with dread. I unwrap the pita wrap and there is the pink gyoza creature dehydrated and lifeless. I start to touch her and she comes back to life oozing her zit pus as she breathes. I try to wipe her down but each time I do more zit pus oozes out of her. As I wipe her though I see three little words stencilled onto her side "live, love, live."
I wake up.
The other night I dreamt I was a NAZI war criminal being hunted by my father, amongst other people. I was being chased around "the city" and out witting my pursuers by sneaking into my grandfather's house. Apparently there had just been a murder or other heinous crime that I was the prime suspect for but if I could make it seem like I had been at my grandfather's place the whole time, I thought I could use that as my alibi.
It seemed to work for a while. I was brought in for questioning inside of a car. On one side was Keenan Wynn and on the other side of the automobile was Clint Eastwood and they were taking turns asking questions. There was also an unidentifiable woman distracting Keenan Wynn causing him to act goofy and flirty in front of her.
I was let go and I thought I had escaped. I recall standing atop an outlook observing the city and thinking how beautiful it was. I was then picked up by my dad who took us both home. It was there that I thought I had really escaped but as I took my shoes off I knew someone was behind me so I turned around and there was my father holding a pistol. I moved to draw my gun and he shot me.
Also in this dream was a hug fight between Lisa Slater and Kaelyn the sound tech at the slam. Lisa was pissed at Kaelyn for flirting with some writer who was already involved with someone. Kaelyn emerged from some bushes with this guy and Lisa attacked her and they started fighting. As they were rolling down the street entangled with each other and throwing punches the entire time Lisa turned into Barbar Adler but the fight continued. Later in the dream Kaelyn turned into my older/younger sister, Paula when I asked her about the fight.
Last night's dream was slightly disturbing. What I recall most was walking through a hospital and coming around a corner to see my grandma walking with a small shopping bag. She was quite tiny, maybe only a foot tall or so. I nearly missed her but I called out "Grandma" a couple of times and she stopped. I asked her where she was going and she said she the tests were coming in today and she had to get the results. I told her I would go with her to find out.
The rest of the dream is me going around with her to get the test results. The only thin now is she has gotten quite sick and I am carrying her around inside of a pita wrap inside the shopping bag as she has gotten even smaller. I take her out a couple of times and each time she is this tiny pink gyoza shaped creature that is very wet and oozing white zit pus. When I touch her and stroke her a little bit she blossoms into a very small and wet version of my grandmother.
At one point I am taking her around and it is incredibly hot and I realize I have forgotten that I am carrying her. Feeling a sense of panic I take her into a shop hoping that I have not killed her. I am filled with dread. I unwrap the pita wrap and there is the pink gyoza creature dehydrated and lifeless. I start to touch her and she comes back to life oozing her zit pus as she breathes. I try to wipe her down but each time I do more zit pus oozes out of her. As I wipe her though I see three little words stencilled onto her side "live, love, live."
I wake up.