Tuesday, August 25, 2009

old dreamflake from old notes

From Notes:

Equvipelent' -
or a word similar
(spelt out in the dream)
- meaning
giving a gift (eg jewelry) to some one who knows the full previous meaning of the gift

TV shows short woman runs through
the evening crowds

on the phone
stating that only people on the list -
holds up my tattered - ripped up
address page from my pocket diary
- get mentioned in our magazine
they have paid
No one else

on the phone in the other room
not their office - but the open plan one beyond
with a 'donor' possibly told off

others come back from lunch
moves back to own office puts sign on the outside
the phone calls are secret

Guy pokes head around door
'don't look like you're that busy'

Woman (secretary) comes in
guy wants to chat

wonder how long she has been there
did she overhear?...

I must have WOKEN here
since there are no more notes.

25/26 August 09 -pattering of heavy dream-drops from last night

Why do I keep on dreaming about Russia?

well into the dream...
and we're in Russia

quite where I cannot recall
a prison?
some situation where escape is a desired option ?
something like that...

Grey day
bleak low buildings
muddy? broken grassless ground
grey churned frozen mud

A storm?
I look over there
a small tornado
grubby brown by the grey sheds
in the mid-distance
an old
a middle-aged man
is over there
I realize
possibly some one states this
'he's going to get away'
or such
(daylight embellishment?)
then we see - still in the distance
beyond the twister
he is confronted by 3 or 4 men
the main guy an official?
not in uniform
I don't recall if he runs away
or if he talks first
less convinced by the talking first

He runs
the main guy lifts his gun
do the others fire?
it seems likely they do
but I don't recall that
and I am the man on the run
and I can see the main guy holding his gun at arms reach in the distance
taking his time to aim
to kill me
am I the man on the run?
or nearby
not sure
the man on the run slows
does strange small head movements
to avoid being predictable
to avoid being shot
the man with the gun doesn't move
he waits -
the man on the run is about to pass behind the wall
and hence have cover
but I realise that the man with the gun has aligned it so at the point the escapee passes the wall is the point he can get a shot off
and that is getting closer and closer
and it doesn't matter how odd the escapee's head wiggles are
or how fast or slow they go
the point crossing behind the wall is the point when he'll have a clean shot

must have been
the Escapee / me???
is running down the grey open muddy street
other people are also running
the storm is still going

as he runs along
he comes across a beaked military (?) hat
lying in the rutted muddy ground
? a prison guard?
others are using the storm to escape
even those on the oppressing side

possibly he is a spy trying to escape...
not sure...
and it goes
faded by the sunlight of forgotten

possibly moments later
possibly after a long dream

there are maps
how to escape from Russia
they confuse me
the Arctic Circle as seen from above as a rectangular map
I never knew
Malaysia was so close to Alaska?
to the Arctic Circle
you just jump across

but here is another
the bottom slither of South America
and how
the bottom wedge of ?? Africa?
South America again?
touches it at right angles
between them
all yellow sandy land with a few squiggles of blue lines for water
rivers? or natural canals between seas
that beach must be huge...
and then on down to Antarctica

Not seen that before
too used to looking at it all on a globe
and then it is gone

much less clear
already mostly evaporated by the day

... living in a house...

...getting a bus...

... getting off...

being above the road
on the pavement above the route
we're not in New Zealand
America perhaps?...
not sure...

I'm looking down from the greenery
onto the road below
at the bus
spying on?
a mature woman
possibly in a business suit

I'm on the bus
possibly was looking down at the bus
after I got off...

I am on the bus
and I get off at the stop I think I should get off at
but I am wrong
I have to walk further along
I have gotten off a road too early
and so walk along the verdant grass side of the street
with trees towering around the route down the right turn I thought I should take.
I walk across the open grass - beside the road
cutting a corner to get to the next right turn

it turns out it to be a T junction
which seems odd to me
I'd swear it was a right turn where I get off.

But this is right
I walk to the right
this part of the street is crowded with houses and shops (?)
looks quite old London-esque

I walk down the street
memory fade

and I am inside the house with JK
am I inside the house climbing the stairs
and I meet JK?...

the rooms we pass seem full of stuff
books, records, all sorts of stuff
do all the rooms - or just some...
we come to a turning off the landing onto the stairs
and there are books and board games,
lots of old board games
tied together with string?
blocking the stairs
filling the stairs
I scramble over them
coming next to a stack of Tintin hardbacks
all resting spine up in my way
I try to step around them but cannot

JK comments he doesn't need to
I think it is that his longer legs means that he can step on the gaps inbetween the boxes and stuff - where as I have to walk on them...

the dream fades
was there more
I don't know


Wednesday, August 12, 2009

12/13 August, the end whisp of a dream

It had been a long dream
I groggily lay there writing this in my notebook when I woke early

even now as I type it up
I am aware of how logical it all felt

a lot had happened
but i don't recall any of it now
even as I noted it
I was aware I couldn't really grasp it beyond the immediate last few moments
those hours of dream-mists had already blow off by consciousness:

Some one else comes down to the vault
marble stairs
marble vault
daylight embellishment???
he was someone from earlier in the dream
possibly in narrative terms the antagonist?

we talk
the essence is we're saying
"here help us get this out of here"

he is going

was he official?
army ?
medals strip on official uniform??
or not?
guy in coat???
somehow - man with power??

I think
He is saying 'no' in the way - 'this is too useful for us here'
'it has potential'
it is powerful - hence keeping it here in Moscow
is useful for the Russian future
unconcerned about the danger to the people here...

I turn to him
"1oo rads, 2oo rads, 300 rads," - I keep counting
100 / second
'this is how much you're taking every moment'
we turn the corner of the stairs
"500, 550, 600, 650,"
my count changes
the stone between us will be absorbing the radiation
"this is how much radiation you taking"

"you give me that stuff, terrorism and a way to weaponize it
and I can make Moscow uninhabitable for a million years"*
(daylight entanglement
it wasn't quite said this way)

A blank look of uncomprehending terror

'That's not a thousand -
A Million.
so long your puny brain cannot comprehend it"

I pound the guy in the chest as I say this
(do I ?
or was that a daylight embellishment?)


I think
there was a race across Moscow ?
(the whole dream was set in russia
I think...
certain most of it was)
other people
were trying to stop us

we get to
the bank????
not sure
where we are headed
large Marble glorious hall
large entrance way windows?
sunlight streaming in everywhere

a marble set of steps
going down into the ground

going down these
they turn a corner into
a subterranian hallway
the vault
where everything else
(here recorded)
then happens
down to the vault

it all felt like a thriller
some film
very undreamlike

* = what i mean here
is if he keeps it here in Moscow
given two other things this is a likely outcome
not that 'I' would do this
but 'I' can foresee this as what will happen

dream from some time ago (from notes)

Apologies for not posting this earlier:

there's a back garden
being kept as a zoo
here a party is going on

the Tiger is being kept
in a Summer House
(posh shack like hut)
like the one my friend's family had at the bottom of their garden when I was a child
it was on rollers and you could twirl it around
it was wood and had a large amount of windows in the front - with double doors

Lion is also kept somewhere

both are out
Bunter (my cat) is a medium sized dog (???!)
and jumps up at me seeking attention?
not afraid - but keen
or was he afraid...
not sure

hair all up on end
scared - alarmed
or intensely aware

both Lion and Tiger are out -
I'm holding one by a leash
the other I have by the scruff of their neck
did I capture one ?
was it the lion?...

trying to not let them
get into a fight each other
(may or may not happen
not a definite though)

The Tiger is now back in the Summer House
Lion back in something lockable / secure

The Tiger tries to push their way out of the bottom of the old wooden door
it is slightly bendy
giving slightly
(as if rotten - rather than solid)
not sure how long this'll last

"This isn't going to hold
we need chains - something
to secure the door more -
one at the top, one at the bottom"
I'm telling

the party goers?...
what sort of party is it?
are there families? children?
it is daytime
I don't recall

I look in through the windows
inside the summer house
there's a bed
How long it'll be before the tiger realizes they can jump up on the bed
and hence up and over the top of the doors
and out
yes the Summer House doors are only so high
and there is a open gap between the top of the doors and the ceiling

then I realise that
out back of the Summer House
there is a pathetic weave fence
(that could never hold back any large beast)
about only 4 feet high!
possibly even less with the ground here rising up towards
the back of the Summer House.

'Surely the Tiger could get over this no problem!'
but around
the party people
laugh and drink outside this

Earlier - I was walking with the tiger on the leash without a problem...

and here's a bit of the notes I recall not:
when we were trying to keep the Tiger in the Summer House
under the doors
( I think around the time the Tiger was trying to get out)
little strange creatures
and little 'fake' creatures
are there for 'the ride'
what was this?
I really don't remember
did you need the little creatures as tickets
to get on the rollercoaster ride???
or were they trying to get on the back of the tiger for that ride?...

as we put the Tiger back in the Summer House
the Tiger ???
those who had come to my aid??
was grabbing up handfuls of the little creatures / the fakes...

and I wake...