23/24 June 09 - a mere slither of Tuesday Night's Matariki Dream

...Vampires...

...the girl with no name* (G)...

...SHdj (Sad House) delivering me a note...

...directing someone to the place where I had been before...

pointing in the direction of a pub

I think it is that one,

but it looks all wrong

too traditional mock? old pub-like

old wooden beams

and, like JJs, a series of wooden alcoves

but I am sure that was the right name

I don't recall the name now

but I read it then

on the sign...

but I was there before

and it wasn't this place

we walk further down the winding street

the street has a slightly Parisian feel

along the next bend

yes

the sign says

in swirling design

"the Hat- something ...cafe?, restaurant? tea house?"...

Hat-Whisp?...

(It isn't a name I recall in my dream

I thought it was the other name

the name of the pub... hmm...)

but this is the place

filled with folk - much more than when I went here and negotiated earlier

(negotiated about what?...

that dreamfrost is lost to the light of day pulling long shadows on the hills)

the place is not particularly ostentatious

and has large glass front but an old

1920s practical look inside

slightly scruffy

tan walls

a counter running along the far wall

the entrance goes in from the front

(daylight embellishment?... not sure...)

so there are two

distinct glass 'alcoves' jutting out

closer to the street

these contain old wooden tables

and people sitting around them

looking out (possibly)

whereas the rest of the space is standing

jostling people drinking (beer?)

but there is the large woman

the main negotiator

for whomever this band of ... thieves? workers?

whomever they might be

drinking with a bunch of large bulky men

at one of the tables

the Hat-something is packed

full of people

the large glass windows misting up

(surely this is daylight embellishment?)

this is the place

do I point her out

or does he just know?...

I leave SHdj to go in.

the dream drifts away...

Later

a vampire party?...

underground...

crypt arches?...

is this all daylight invention?...

visually I think we can say there were a lot of chic? semi-goths

and in dreamland

these are Vampires

and within the party is G

I think it was SHdj who went with a note to G - the Girl

got me to write it.

and comes back with a reply...

I have a feeling this is the 2nd note back

in blue biro - the post-it sized note is now smattered with writing

below a previous note

it says

meet you / see you / or words to that effect

meet you NEXT TUESDAY

and

I WAKE.

*=yep, the vanishing waitress - G

There was much much more to this dream - this is the moment before the penultimate part and then the end - but it is all I recall at the moment...

20/21 June 2009 slight waft

ads play on VBC

the crusts of sleep still hide in the corners of my eyes.

I've been blearily awake probably for an hour...

A dream

a dream

a snippet

walking to a bus stop

along a flat part of

no, sloping

non-steep sloping

of Pembroke road

(or the same)

(the other side of the valley rugged hills)

a bus pulls up

and I think I am not going to make it to the bus stop in time

(due to my real world bad leg)

but it pulls up behind me

(before me, by some way, is the bus stop I was headed to)

and I realize - it is stopping at the new bus stop

a brand new one

new design

it has a electronic sign - red dot matrix telling the world that the #3 bus is here*

sweet

I get on

ready to pay my $5 for a daytripper.

NO DRIVER

in fact

no front windows.

no way to pay for a ticket.

Everyone else I figure must use snapper cards

The bus moves off - it is automatic

I take a seat

slightly uneasy

the other passengers

(I don't recall them in any detail - but I know there were some)

seem fine.

there are no figures of authority

I have slight qualms over not paying - but

I don't care - this is the future I didn't want

what happened to all the bus drivers?

what do they do now?

the grey painted metallic front of the bus

has the driver's wheel

(possibly a fail safe - manual override)

ON THE WRONG SIDE

just by the doorway

but blocked off by a grey metallic slab

It

isn't clear

whether you really could squeeze inbetween the slab and the wheel in order to drive this thing.

Inside the bus the whole area is much more open space

(to carrying more standing passengers possibly?

this thought is logic from the daylight

I don't think I thought about the why

in the dream)

I think the windows are pretty boarded up with metal too

This is how you'd be transported to your doom

(shades of the trains to concentration camps here

no humans - just a blind faith this computer controlled bus will take us where we think it will

we're sliding across Willis / Mercer / Victoria / Wakefield streets

nearly in town

nearly whereever I am headed

And I am thinking

how does this work?

are computers really this sophisticated?

but I'm recalling

something about how robots are good at following fixed routes

getting along a series of straight lines from A to B isn't too hard a computing task...

but still the picking up folk

the interacting with other traffic

and pedestrians...

the dream fades?

or is it a dreamjump?

the next section I am far more hazy on

I am getting off ?

I am at?

there is a grand train-like station

huge pillars lifting up into a tall roof

(which I do no observe)

and these go on - as far as the eye an see?

certainly to a murky mid-distance

I'm alighting from the bus here???

is this a daylight embellishment??

it certainly feels like I did

the vague feeling I have is in the dream

is it?

I am here and all the ex-bus drivers are here in uniforms

dark dark blue with small small dark red epaulets

or no, badge

of some kind

part of the uniform

the ex-bus drivers are talking,

plotting,

planning,

or was it

sorting,

organizing

a lecture - a course?

are they now acting as the enforcers / ticket inspectors?

or are they fermenting a rebellion / strike to regain their job

I am not sure

I cannot remember...

it gets

vaguer

much vaguer

we're in the star wars (phantom menace) universe

standing on the deck of a space ship

looking out across a star wars space battle

meteors and coloured laser bolts

zipping space craft

all in the distance...

all vague

less than half remembered

then

I WAKE.

Notes from the other side:

*= the number 3 bus doesn't go on this route - but it does go into town.

17/18 June 2009

much

much more

before this

but I recall being in a car with CG and shocker

we might be talking about

Scottish detectives??

is this daylight embellishment

might well be...

talking about

criminals?

crime?

detection?

are we in scotland???

as we drive

and certainly there is some aspect of

mystery solving?

foiling criminal activity?

or

is it talking of shows that do that...

damn

the shards of daylight have cut through these most vaporous of dream memory,

thin

to say the least at 6am

(I WOKE - SCRIBBLED WORDS - and slept

these now form the diving board for my recall

here... )

We're in a car

going around in dry cold urban landscape of underpasses

it feels like urban frost

or is this daylight embellishment?

recalling 'State of Play' (FILM) and putting it here?

Anyway

the landscape seems more American than Scottish

and suddenly

visually

I'm far above and to the side

Oh

first, we drive up and round

an up-ramp

( or do we?

we are going to but I think there was just a

dreamjump

here)

to arrive at the top?

a open car park?

empty

the look is all cold, light grey / tan coloured

dust?

Rubbish around - although in pushed aside piles

and now

as we head up

around the corner

and

visually

I'm far above and to the side

(like a helicopter shot)

except

I'm looking at a model of the dusty cold car park (?)

Now it is uncertain if it is a car park

made of cardboard?

I reach in to one of the corners

(a space under a pillar beside an up-ramp)

(still a model, so my hand is huge)

and pull out some my sized plastic see-through wrapping (like sweet wrapper or some such but more nondescript) - it fills up a large portion of the space with some other bits (scrumpled up paper, etc) - and is there to stand in for the rubbish on the smaller scale.

We're back to scale but the car park (?) is now seemingly

at ground level

and over by the chain-linked fence someone is walking past

perhaps we're investigating a crime

a murder?...

possibly

it is now the next day

somehow a time has passed from the

car journey to this moment?

possibly not?

possibly

the murder / crime / mystery

was revealed in the

early

forgotten

part of the dream...

and

so we're beside the chain-link fence

or near it

we - or - just me?

no, the others are here

or nearby

a homeless man

a man

a man in raggedy clothes

or was he?

was he suspect for having not so raggedy clothes

is walking past

carrying books

a large pile of books

(an armload)

on this side of the chain-link?

beyond

is raggedy unkempt undergrowth

black bare branches of bushes

cold solid muddy pathway - looks like motorbikes use the track

(daylight embellishment

surely...)

rubbish

the man is moving off

we call him

he looks over his shoulder

about to be hidden by bush

(yes / no?)

we're stopping him

where did he get those books

we KNOW those books belong to the murdered victim

(a colleague?)

he claims

he was given them / picked them up...

I think he was innocent now

then

we let him walk off...

and the dream stops?

fades?

uncertain

later

another dream

Again

the start is forgotten

there is a trial

Sherlock Holmes (as played by Jeremy Brett*) is prosecuting

the benches are all high and together

like a row of judges

the Judge (unnoticed - or nondescript) a row higher than

Holmes, Watson (David Burke*), others?

Did the others include me?..

CG and shocker? - not very convinced

me possibly

I don't think CG and shocker...

So

in fact thinking about it now Holmes was seated in the witness stand space - except it wasn't a box - just a long continuous bench - with all the legal people along it, beneath the judge's row, - I think with on the other side of the Judge the defence team.

Except

the lead defence attorney is out front

demonstrating

he holds up

a large (between A4 and A3 sized) metal plate

part of a Fire Alarm system

one edge and half a side is pocked

and smoulders

even.

was this to prove his client's innocence

through the fire alarm failing to work

or the fact it did work?

I don't recall...

Holmes is peeved

it is such an obvious flaw

Watson appeals to Holmes not to object

it must be part of a wheeze, a trap,

but Holmes does

he points out that the Defence's exhibit of the part of the fire alarm

is still smouldering after 6 months~!

and

hence at least the smouldering cannot be genuine.

and

fade

fade

fade

the dream drifts away from me...

what happened in the courtroom

was there a trick to the defence using such bogus material?...

it comes back

into focus

later

and

again I am strongly aware

that I only recall some part of this dream

there was more

definitely

dreamed

just forgotten

before

Finding myself

(myself as Holmes? - uncertain)

on a railroad tracks

with a red headed man

red haired assistant

we're on some sort of open carriage

or open goods wagon

the area is open

- the tracks up on a mound of white/yellowish stone/rocks

we're on the edge of brick houses - estates? suburbia? old

edge of London feel

the houses are quite far apart

and some distance from our railway

this seems the sort of place

1950s kids with flatcaps would play in

nipping through the hole in the fence made by the swingable plank in the wooden fence.

This is all Daylight Embellishment

I'm not even sure there was a fence beside this wasteland

but

it gives one the right feel

clear day

possibly summer

though not hot per se

behind us is a copse of trees?

a bushy amount of foliage

high bushes

we're here?

I'm here

to foil a plot

is it me and Holmes

or me as Holmes

our wagon is beside a old wooden signals hut

with the train track splitting in two beyond us.

Our red headed assistant asks something about our actions

Holmes explains to our red headed assistant

that we are here to foil a plot

that some evidence

is on the train line

a horse in a horse box

and that the conspirators are pretending to go hunting

an exotic animal - an Oryx or a Zebra

but intend to shoot the horse instead

or was it the other way around?...

Either way

Kill the evidence

by having it in a box car along the track where the conspirators are shooting their game - and so they can 'accidentally' shoot / kill the creature - hence the evidence

all of which will happen along the track

hidden by the foliage

at which point

shooting starts

seemingly at us!

Holmes

goes on ???

to the further open wagon

or

the wagon is shunted

I notice

as the assistant looks forward

that his red hair is a wig

his sideburns fake

he is a traitor working for the conspiracy

are we the aim of the attack?

or

just getting too close

and hence our unfaithful assistant has changed the signals and is shunting our party out of the way of the conspiracy?...

or

our traitor finding we are getting too close

is now trying to get us to be shot by the shooting party?..

I don't know

if there was any more

It is forgotten

since

I WAKE.

Notes from the otherside:

* = Recently I have been watching epsiodes of the early Eighties series of 'the adventures of Sherlock Holmes' - last night I saw 'The red headed league'.

Also 'The Wire'