half a dream, 17/18 july 2009

I dreamt last night

I dreamt,

I think I was

in L.A. with SH

though this might have just been dreamknowledge

rather than experienced

this is too far back

too deep in the waters of dream

did I dream this

or had it yet to solidify ?

were these just whisps

or had some events already occurred

but already broken off and drifted down

down

down

in the forgotten realms of the forgotten?

I am picked up???

driven to a party??

a meeting?...

was I with S

or was I meeting him there?

one variant

seems to be I went from my apartment

?hotel room?

to a complex where I met with S

and we were then picked up and taken somewhere else

(to the party / meeting / supper??)

was it lunchtime?

yes I think it was the day

when we were picked up

and then it was the night when we came back...

coming back

this is clearer

more recent dreamstuff

yet to be evapourated by daylight

daytime

the meeting?

there might have been people by a roof top(?)

a high up

pool

businessmen - hollywood types

sunglasses, large, in swimming trunks

talking business...

daylight embellishment?

but

what I do recall

is coming back at night

I'm being driven back in a huge bulk of a car

nearly mini-bus-sized

but still trying to pretend it was posh

I am coming back from some huge party / swanky do

lots of people and me have left

many in limos and other cars

The streets

we drive in are grimy London-like

narrow old english city

victorian arches on walls

black with ancient soot...

We come to a T-junction and turn to the right

and there on top of the traffic light

sits a long haired school girl

how odd it must be to grow up in LA I think

(did I?

or is this daylight embellishment?)

I note her

I wonder about her

what I wonder

unless it is this,

I don't recall.

She seems calm

zen calm?

no...

no, surely not.

just calm

watching the late night traffic go by

was she dressed in school uniform?

or just that young??

I don't recall...

We drive on

we turn left under a...

through...

I don't remember

is this the right way?

and then

dreamjump

and I'm walking through the conference center

a large center

(near where we got picked up at the first place)

I think I'm somehow on the outside

like this stretch is all a verandah like thing

with the main building to my left and jutting several stories above me

White

I think the building is white

This section / corridor

is a little like walking underneath the bleachers

except here they are staggered stories of flats? rooms?

I walk along and here at a corner

(left turn)

there are half a dozen or so folk

at least half staff

by some white outside style dining tables and chairs

(all of them white

something I failed to note at the time)

some of the staff are clearing up plates

the late end of supper

possibly a couple still eat

or two businessmen still chat

an older waitress is clearing the table

I still have my cocktail glass from the swanky do

in my hand

(I've had this a while

in the car etc

it has been bothering me a bit

(did I previously want to put it down?

or is that thought daylight embellishment?)

thinking about it now

I wonder why I didn't want to keep it was a souvenir

but in the dream that thought never occurred.

As I had noted before

the cocktail glass was odd

consisting of a normal top

with a design

a metal spiral band encased with the funnel of the glass

but the stem was a very thin metal coil

totally flexible

(like that one might use for a strap

on a purse)

and on

the bottom it was attached to a

wooden bar

(at its mid-point)

about the width of a pencil

smooth & cylindrical

the length that the diameter of the base should have been

with a very 'designed' notch at either end.

dreamjump?

I walk on further

and I am above (and to the right of) the parking lot / greenery / ???swimming pool area

on a roofed walkway

(still white

still 'in' the conference center area)

with occasional steps down

(akin to railway station pedestrian overpasses)

I head down the stairs

to my left

limos are taking people away from this renedezvous point

leaving

walking on foot as

limos and swanky end cars pass

in a low hedged / car parky / gardeny area

having to stand aside for cars to pass

Earlier???

I got driven here (by taxi?)

possibly S picked me up and drove me here

then we got picked up by the huge near mini-bus chauffeur driven guest collector type car

same dream??

other dream??

seemed to be a clip from

'Deja vu'*

some plain clothed inspectors (police)

looking at (presumably Denzel Washington's) apartment

stating something about him only being gone for a week

and yet it is as if he has left the apartment for six months

something about time travel

(did they say this?

or is this just dreamknowledge?)

the pot plants are now withered masses of dead branches and twigs

(as if they had grown fully and healthily

for a while and then withered

leaving dead bushes

(rather than sagging greenery))

the inspector says something about how horrible the fridge will be

before he opens the door to it

where

from our quite mid-distance perspective

(shot from the other side of the room)

it looks a bit like a freezer overgrown with ice

but we assume this is mould

and there is some

talk / thought / thing

about mould growing over mould

that what we are looking at is the end habitat of 6 months of shifting ecology

whole organisms have come and gone before the door was opened

sometime

around here?

I'm pretty sure there are no memories of the swanky do to be found

I WAKE.

but I wonder

if the dream had been allowed to grow for longer

would the strands have come together?

would I have found I would be the person missing from the apartment?

and the meeting / party / soiree

which seemed to be a day and an evening

have stolen 6 months?...

(very traditional folklore faerie-esque)

*= a 2006 thriller / time travel movie

set in contemporary times - with a time travel device that allows our protagonists to see back in time by somewhere between 4 days and 12 hours

starring Denzel Washington, directed by Tony Scott,

written by Bill Marisilii & Terru Rossio