Category: Dreams

Throwing mini grenades around. Catching and tossing as fast as we can. Roll around to avoid them. Go and start working on welding a helmet together.

Flying a helicopter through a battle in New York. Trump comes next in a jet, does circles around us and says to get out. Suddenly the chopper starts off and we can’t control it. We’re coming real close to power lines but miss them. We going way out of town, and land on a small island. The chopper shuts down, and we try to start it. A woman comes up in a junk truck and asks us what we’re doing there. We say Trump asked us to take a picture of his world. She says yeah, she’s part of Trumps world and picks up stuff and puts it here. Suddenly there’s a flash over New York and we duck. We’re all like-he actually did it! It’s a big one, and we get prepared for the shockwave. It passes, and we try to start the chopper. Someone else says it’s not going to but I try anyways. It starts, but not easily, and I start getting it ready to take off.

Walking around in a park. There’s a building up the hill, and a plane crashes into it and starts a fire. We to to help and the fire is out. I walk around the building, then out and into the woods.

At home, on the couch. Look outside and there’s a helicopter and a plane circling. They come in close, then go transparent, as do the walls of the house. They circle a few times.

Fighting with a giant, fly up to get away from him. Hard to gain altitude, but get away. Go and hide in bushes watching the giant. We set up for a seminar on acting and the giant and a companion are among the attendees. We keep it together, and pretend to be the coaches. We take different names and start the seminar. They don’t know who we are. Suddenly mom comes in looking for us and calling out our names. I try to get her to leave without blowing our cover, and finally someone talks to her and she leaves. The giant didn’t notice.

In the living room, S is getting ready to go somewhere and she has on 2 suit jackets-one red and the other gray. We ask her if she’s sure about the color combination and she says it’s great.

Walk into a small room at a church for a gig. Sit down, then leave. Talk to someone about the place and she knows it, but images the larger auditorium.

At a boxing match? with Chris M. There’s a bunch of mobsters with the boss and he’s messing with people. They leave, and we’re supposed to go with them, but Chris says no and we sneak out another way, through an amphitheater.

At someone’s house, there’s a party and we’re near the end to leave. Talk to Gina L about stuff as more people come.

Talking with Tam about a book. We go to a bookstore to find it. I look around and can’t. Tam goes to the counter and the person says we have to order it. I talk to her about how I find Finnegan’s Wake hard and need help. She says the same, and I say I started a few times and never got very far, and that it needs to be read aloud to make it comprehensible.

Walking to our apartment through a park, see Delynda in the Mercedes. Go talk to her. Walk back home.

Getting ready to go on a trip. One guy wants money for food, I show him the dollar in my wallet and say that’s all I have, and my bank account is in the negative.

Listen to a band with Paul S. They finish, take out some gear and ask Paul how they were. Go to the bar, some guy is paying, but he can’t because no drinking and driving, so I get the card and pay because I’m the driver.

Climb up to the top of a building with a big gun and bullets. We’re going to do something. Load up things and shoot at a building to test. The bullet moves slowly and hits, breaking off a huge chunk of concrete.

Wake up suddenly to my name being spoken very clearly.

Driving S to something across town. It starts to snow, and the roads are getting slippery. I turn a corner, and run into a snowbank. I push the car out, back up, turn around, and start down the hill and around that way.

Wake up, see a bunch of rectangles coming at me, some of them have faces with big teeth.

Playing with an odd baby alligator with a huge mouth. It snaps shut, them opens again.

At US, making copies for the Mabian year-end addendum. Walk through the office to get them, they’re all fuzzy. The secretary mentions it and I go to reprint them-much better.

In a field, a bunch of people start flying Revs. They’re beginners/intermediates. I walk over to ask if I can borrow one for a minute. It starts raining and we all get under the trees. I get under one and find a wood stairway to a hidden treehouse. It stops and we go out. One guy has his lines all tangled with another kite. He yells to find out whose it is, then he realizes it’s his own. I go over to help him out.

Orbiting the Moon, fairly low-going to land soon. The surface is coming up fast. I’m standing just behind the pilot, looking out the front, he’s sitting low, or I’m on a raised deck. He says one of the landing checklist items is wrong, and starts dictating revisions to me. I’m writing, but have him repeat a lot. I go back and look at the fish tank.

Talking to someone about how to draw a good looking ellipse around a planet..

Getting ready to go out hiking with Leslie B? I’m fiddling around putting stuff in small pockets. Get my shoes on-they’re odd rubber-like and thin. Re-put things in the pack. Get it on and start walking-talking about my odd shoes-they’re like those finger shoes with clear rubber. We walk along the road and into a creek, splashing through shallow water-the shoes are great for this. The water gets deeper then fills the entire area-we have to turn back.

Sitting in our living room, going through bank documents. Some guy (Paul Krugman?)is there going over them, and talking about how managed gas bills and the like are a rip-off. He asks about the overseas accounts I have in Grand Cayman.

Walking through a train station in a foreign land. They’re checking id’s. I show them my U.S. driver’s license, and they ask for my passport. I tell them I don’t have it, and run. They chase me out of the station, and I run around a building and find a place to hide. They don’t find me, and I sneak out, across a street, and into a market. I walk around, keeping an eye out for police-I hear sirens and a helicopter, but they’re not close.

Helping Teresa J address a letter to Ireland. We’re unsure of the proper street address, so I go to Google Maps and dive down to the actual house. We talk about whether it’s the up or down number. Jump there, and we’re in a drawing room, going through piles of paper to get to our stuff.

Alongside a track, talk about skiing and how good Mikaela Schiffrin is.

Sitting in a room with the Kuceras. Trying to smoke some pot. J takes one of my cigarettes and shotguns the whole thing, making a square column of smoke that stays together and drifts past the window.