Dreams: November 30
Cuba opens up
I'm at Rob's house. I see a travel magazine sitting on the coffee
table next to me.
One of the headlines on the cover reads:
"Deputy Says It's Time to Go to
Cuba."
I'm very intrigued by this, so I grab the magazine and open it up.
Thumbing through the pages, I find the story. It's a spread on Cuba
from the perspective of an American tourist/journalist. There are lots
of pictures of sandy beaches and tall highrises. One shows a skyscraper
building; Fidel Castro is huge, hanging off the side of the building like
King Kong.
watching stars from a spaceship
NEXT, I'm inside a train-like vehicle, but it's more compact and
feels different.
I'm sitting with Maiah and
Carrie
at first. Then I move up to a window seat area, where people are stretched
out on velvety red cushions, under fluffy comforters. The window seat is a
little vestibule, with a bubble of glass overhead, like a skylight.
I snuggle in with the people there and look up through the window. Outside
I see a dark night sky with lots of bright stars. Everyone's focusing
all their attention to the sky. Victor is on my left.
I decide to go up farther to look out the next window seat, which is
very similar to the other one. Two people are up against the glass
(where it comes down to meet the cushion), while two young men are stretched
out on their stomachs, looking forward/up at the sky. I look out and realize
that we're actually in a spaceship, floating above the earth's surface
(yet still in this atmosphere, like a low-flying plane). I lay down
between the two guys. I snuggle under the covers and feel totally
cozy and warm. I look at the horizon through the glass and see a mountain
ahead in the distance. There's a line of lights at the top, like a ski-lift.
Victor is on my left again. He tells me to focus on those lights. All
of a sudden I see a shooting star burst from that line of lights on the
top of the mountain. The bright star zig-zags across the sky for a moment
and then leaves a brilliant circle of light behind as it fades out.
We all cheer enthusiastically as this happens. It's a unifying moment of joy.
We all laugh and hug. Then Victor and I continue to touch each other.
We're lying on our sides, facing each other under the covers. Now our
bodies are touching, up against each other. We're slowly touching each
others' shoulders, arms and faces with our warm hands. Then we embrace
and kiss.
picking out postcards
NEXT, It's late at night (2 or 3am), dark outside. I'm desperately
trying to find a place that sells postcards, for I need to send some
to
Mom and
John the next
day. I walk by a hardware store and surprised to find it open, warmly-lit
inside. A big bearded man is working there. I see a long rack of postcards
of all types, which pleases me. I pick out a bunch of good ones. Then
I realize I don't know how much they cost. I go ask the guy, who's sitting
at a desk in an office in the back. "75 cents each, or 30 for nine bucks.
Oh, and some are free -- just check the backs for the free stamp," he
answers. Sounds good to me. I check the right pocket of my jeans and find
a $5 bill. I go back to the postcards and see a new pile sitting on a nearby
table. The top one is an up-close photo of Jane. It shows just part
of her face, her eyes staring intensely at the camera. I shuffle through
the rest of the pile and see that they're all up-close shots of Jane's face,
from a range of different persectives. One shows her hair and face covered
in soapy suds, and she's laughing. I look on the back and see a free stamp,
so I decide to take a couple.
FIN