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?

a...

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

escaping

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

guards?

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

dreamjump

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

but

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

Dreamjump?

must have been

the Escapee / me???

is running down the grey open muddy street

other people are also running

fleeing

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

America??

you just jump across

Ah

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?...

London???

not sure...

I'm looking down from the greenery

onto the road below

at the bus

following

spying on?

a mature woman

possibly in a business suit

I'm on the bus

wait

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 (?)

semi-residential

looks quite old London-esque

I walk down the street

dreamjump

or

memory fade

and I am inside the house with JK

or

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

But

I WAKE.

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"

and

he is going

"No"

was he official?

army ?

medals strip on official uniform??

or not?

guy in coat???

somehow - man with power??

official??

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 WAKE.

previously

I think

there was a race across Moscow ?

(the whole dream was set in russia

I think...

certain most of it was)

other people

demonstrators

were trying to stop us

we get to

the bank????

not sure

somewhere

where we are headed

large Marble glorious hall

large entrance way windows?

sunlight streaming in everywhere

central

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

something

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

27/28 June 09 - far too late - from Notes

Been working hard - and hence left this as notes - and then forgot...

so this is very behind.

It all started with an illegal street party

Meeting with an old famous reporter?

(Woodward & Bernstien-esque)

or famous playwright.

remember to mention my name ... Dmmmmmm....

A musical ??

stage..

the main singer wants to talk

to someone in the audience

(she speeds up to get to the end of the song so she can speak to the person)

She steps into the audience

(still singing.?... )

1920s wise guys

(a la Guys and Dolls?)

but the ... couple? at the back hastily leave - it is near the end of the show - the final song

Somehow this tale turns into

- or was earlier -

a gritty B/W (?)

about life on the streets

gay life

someone dying? possibly...

someone now gone

died of Aids ??

People living up outside a club

a space

he has been rejected / ejected from?

he is no longer welcome ... there

he has disappeared by the time of this footage

(that was all notes - I recall none of it)

but this one (same night)...

Oh!

Another dream

Tintin-esque

Russia

thriller type...

possibly flying / possibly not ??..

I look into the cloudy night sky and can see lights of two airplanes

in the fog and mist of the clouds

both seemingly at the same height and doing circles

circling each other

avoiding each other

but

far, far, too close

likely to crash

they seem to circle into each other

but must be on different levels

I listen to the radio

but it is full of inarticulate bits of fuzz and scrambled half heard staticky words (?) stuff

I'm being interviewed about the incident

I'm told / I know

one was a plane - the other a parachutist

the parachutist and (like a glider - a piloted light aircraft)

All survived

But the parachutist released over British (?/New Zealand) waters

He tried to head down and the authorities tried to radio him instructions

to land near some yachts

(a yachting race)

which

they think he did but aren't certain

they think he is in the vicinity

in the interview they ask me

- what did you hear on the radio?

- nothing much

- Oh well, pity

they don't blame me

they've done recordings of intercepted radio traffic before

& it has been pretty inaudible...

The Dream Ended Here.

Earlier there was the Tintin bit.

Me and a party of people - including Haddock

(I'd like to say Thompson & Thomson, Professor Calculus, Nelson

but the party wasn't so overtly distinct as that)

We're in a Russian Antiquities shelter? - Mausoleum?

possibly Museum

Secure Store hangar of Museum

Large

Stone / Concrete

Halls

Possibly Nuclear Shelter turned into Old Artifact Store

there are a few other people here going about their work

there are huge solid walls -

high high ceilings

massive square stone(?) pillars

possibly some glass display cases

(daylight embellishment?)

& a curator (?) / Staff member is showing us to the item in question

but The Main curator / Prof. of Antiquities / high up bod

is working for the bad guys and using a

tennis ball serving (firing) hose

(a la vacuum cleaner tube)

as a weapon

manages to break out with the item

(I don't recall the item...

possibly we're just after questioning him ?...)

Did we go to his office?

We hurriedly follow

we cannot let him escape

Possibly he escapes by plane

but the helpful staff member

tells us we can catch up on the train

Dreamjump to the train

The Train

(?steam train?)

we're on top of

small goods wagons of the train

filled with goods? rocks? coal? metal bits?

not sure

everyone sits ontop of them too

On the train there are

a smattering few soliders

we are passing desolate flat long straw / reed style fields

we are passing Russian Military lounging around in the fields

At the back

Captain Haddock has a pipe? a cigar?

smokes

we talk?

I wander to the front

we are passing flat desolate fields

over grown unmanaged grasses

2 of the soliders are playing...

chess?

backgammon, seems less likely

some table game?

chess with beers/shots as pawns - etc, etc?

not sure

daylight embellishment?

possibly not...

In the field

There's an Army Captain

(someone in charge there)

are they supposed to be a check point?

something we have to pass

it doesn't seem so

Later, I know that there were some harsh

dismissals / court marshals in the area for

the slackness of Troops

I know which.

that is the end of my notes

I must have WOKEN UP.