writing

I was writing a PhD thesis. I needed help getting information. I kept asking, people, everyone about things: the meaning of words, what are the meaning of these words? I was lost.

I could only get to page 64. I was singing a song about only being able to write to page 64. I had done this before. Only gotten this far and then given up.

I'm relying on my friend Quint to bring me something important. A disk with a draft of the thesis. I left it someplace and he has to bring it to me. I'm very anxious about it.

Now, a friend is selling a house. I used to live here, across the street from this house. I come to see it. I'm surprised, they have left everything in the house. It is a huge mess. I wonder if the real estate person will clean it up. I go in to look around. There was a passage way up through th back rooms before. A place you could climb into where there were hidden rooms dug into the dirt. The wall where the hole was has been adobed so the hidden rooms cannot be found any more. I tell the real estate agent about them, I think she should know they are there, in the walls of this house.

overdue assignments

I'm in college. My dorm room is basically a closet with a bench. I need to get my assignments in order. I know I have projects that are due, or overdue but I don't know what they are. First I think I should start on one of my projects, but then I realize it would be better just to go through all my syllabi and find out what is due when. But I can't even get the stuff together to get started. I'm rummageing about to find my books. I fall asleep. I help someone try to climb up on a box. I keep getting distracted. A boat comes up to the edge of the building. They are taunting me. Asking me to guess who they have trapped inside. I don't want to play this game, but I know it is probably my son. Some how I trick them into letting Summer out of the boat. They are angry, but I get Summer to swim up to shore and I start spraying them with gatorade to make them go away.

playa legoland

We're headed out to the burning man playa, to see how it is. It is only one week before the burn, but everything is very wet. There are huge channels and sand bridges that you have to cross to get there. It is a very dangerous crossing. We think we can't go any farther, but one of my traveling mates had designed a self creating lego bridge that gets us over the water. I know that they won't be able to pull off burning man this year because of the water. I want to go home and report to others on computer lists. But the BM Org doesn't want us to and they capture us in a hotel. The lego man is magical. He keeps doing tricks that get us out of our entrapment. But I never get home. I'm lost out on the playa now.

snippets

1) I realize that I want to be teach yoga until I'm 70 or older. In the dream I think that I need to change what I am doing so that I don't wear my body out.

2) I'm a young single mom and the boys are very young. I have 3 sons in this dream. I am going to be in a play and I can bring the boys with me. That is good. We are out to eat with another person who will be in the play. She need to ask one of the service people to join the play. We have a long talk about our relationships with the different service people. We need someone who is a native spanish speaker. I tell her about the man who I enjoy talking too. I put Gabe on a swing in the restaurant. I have the seat bottom to the swing. I took it with me yesterday because I wanted to have it for him today. Someone at the restaurant gets very angry at me for taking it away. I act naive.

3) A friend that Jay travels with has sent him a very dear love note. Jay asks me if I received it as well. No, I didn't. I realize that the friend is flirting with Jay. The note is a long story about how close there are from having traveled together so much. About the bonding that occurs from travel.

4) I'm traveling through a boundary country. Living on the boundary. There is freedom here between places. I'm neither one or the other. There is a giant waterfall and a castle in the desert.

suitcase

I'm traveling. I open my suitcase to get clean clothing and I only have my purple studio tshirts. Many of them, but all the same.

hair

I'm a stowaway in a large corporation. I'm working here to survive. But I'm hiding and perhaps stealing my food and goods. I'm found out. I'm taken to the boss. He is a big man, mean, gnarly, a braggart. He brags about how much work he does, but I know he is claiming the work of his subordinates. But he doesn't punish or hurt me, so I am relieved. I continue to work. He steals hair from my hairbrush. When he goes to take more I have cleaned out the hair brush and he doesn't like this. He wants 200 hairs from me. He plans to weave them into something. Flatters me to get them. I realize that if I give him my hair he will have power over me. I can't let him have the hair. I have to figure out how to get out of here.

The Math Teacher

I’ve got to take a math test. My teacher has fled. He set up the test for us and then disappeared. He is a subversive, a terrorist, hiding from the law People are waiting to arrest him when he returns. He’ll be back at 4pm on Friday.

I take the first two parts of the test. They are very easy. I am surprised. They are nothing like what I expected. I walk through an area that is set up with riddles and puzzles. That is the first part of the test. They are simple to solve. The second part is even easier. So after taking these two parts I go off to do something else. I almost forget to return. But I still have the third part of the test to take.

It is Friday at 3pm, dam. I run in to take the rest of the test. I realize that this part isn’t easy. There are tanks full of marine animals. Fish, starfish, turtles, all kinds of different critters. At the end there are some complicated equations about temperature. I realize this is a very difficult equation to solve. I run out to find paper. I’m in a flurry. I only have 10 minutes to finish the test. Police and military people are every where anticipating the math teachers return. They have closed off the room now and they won’t let me back in.

I scribble something on the paper, more an excuse than an answer. My teacher is arrested but I manage to get in to see him. They are going to let him grade our and then arrest him. I tell him what happened and he just laughs, tells me not too worry, then he jumps off a pier into the ocean and swims away.