Dreams: June 30
I'm in a big gym for some school event or class. We are randomly
matched with a partner, and each pair is given an academic assignment.
My partner is Maiah J. from Swat, which is reassuring because I know she
always makes sure her schoolwork gets done. We have to write a verse poem
(Shakespeare style but with more rhymes). It then must be approved by
the party-funding committee between Monday and Wednesday.
Now I'm at B.S.'s house with a small group of other people. We're in a dining
room, sitting around a long table, and the lights are warm & dim. We are
eating a delicious dish B.'s wife made. It has beans in it and is very
flavorful. During this dinner, B.'s wife gets angry for some reason. She
stands up and screams at B.
We go to a wooded area. It's a swampy forest with lots of trees. Here I
see a number of students doing their assignments, making up verses. Luckily,
my partner (changed from Maiah to some young guy) is making up the verse.
It's pouring out of his mouth quickly and smoothly with intricate rhymes.
NEXT,
I'm above a soccer field watching an exciting game. It looks like the field
is outside, but 4 tall walls enclose it on all sides. I'm up on a second
level looking down. I'm amazed because this one player (looks like Quinn Haldane)
is running all over the field with a ton of energy. He's jumping high up
onto the walls to get extra momentum, and I'm impressed by his leg-power.
Now I'm on the field, but it's a new game. It's football, but there are
only 6 players total. One team is 2 guys (college-age), and the other team
is 4 young women (high-school age), all blond. Nobody is wearing the typical
padded uniform, but they're all playing ferociously. The field is now
surrounded by silver walls, and the goal posts are also silver.
The quarterback for the women's team looks too prim & proper to be a football
player. She has neatly combed hair (shiny, smooth, shoulder-length and very
in-place). She's wearing a pink sleeveless tee-shirt and pink shorts. I'm
on her team for a moment.
Now I'm just watching the game. There is a sign on one wall that
occasionally displays random announcements about the game. At one point,
the blond quarterback is holding the ball, trying to figure out where to
pass it; I look at the sign, which says "Quarterback smells badly at this
time" (or something like that).
Now I can't tell if I'm watching this game from afar or on a
computer/TV screen, or if the game is miniature (like Barbie and Ken dolls) and
I'm a giant. The field is in a deep-dish silver pan, which matches a car I
own (?) that's parked nearby. The car is a sporty, sleek, hi-tech "Mercury"
that is the color of real mercury. I wonder if I can control the game with
my car since it seems to be a computer base.
I look down at the field and see that the guys have taken off their
shirts. They have tan muscular backs. Suddenly the players and the whole
game is a total turn-on for me. It's something about watching power & domination
manifest in the form of moving bodies (esp. during tackles). I'm on a sideline,
and there's a silver horizontal bar in front of me at waist level. I straddle
the bar, sliding along it. It sends shudders of pleasure through my body,
and I feel like I'm about to climax. All I have to do is watch the game
a few more seconds. But somehow I'm interrupted. Now I just want to
scoop up all 6 little players in my hands and carry them away. It all looks
so miniature now.
Django shows up.
I tell him he should
watch the game because it is so interesting. Then I fix myself a yummy sweet
treat. I'm squeezing rich fudgy chocolate from a little plastic bag onto
a graham cracker.
NEXT
I'm looking through a stack of cassette tapes near someone's stereo system.
Most of them are blank tapes, and only some are labelled (but even those
labels are fading). These plastic tapes are all different colors. As I look
at the labels, I see that some are tapes of me talking when I was little, first
getting the hang of the English language. Some of my quotes are written on
the tape labels, but I can't read them very well. I'm picking out the tapes
I want to hear. I notice that some of my quotes are about Phoebe. There
are tapes of her talking, as well as some childhood friends. Then I see
a couple of old tapes that
Noli made. Those labels
have her handwriting. There's a funny mix of little kids' songs that have
familiar-sounding titles. I realize I haven't heard them in a really long
time. There are colorful duckie stickers on them. I know Noli would like
to see these tapes, so I set them aside.
FIN