John writes:
parked in an old station wagon by an airport or mall the station wagon has opaque windows as though covered with paper. someones with me, Alex? outside there keeps being skirmishes, arguments, little fights I wonder if I should intervene until finally someone’s shooting, “don’t kill him – just put his eyes out – c’mon” and finally I climb on top of the station wagon and can only see the guy swinging the hammer and add to the clamor “seriously, don’t kill him, not here, not on the sidewalk, its ok” before its over I’m driving in a van, someone with me, this time its Alex, suddenly he double-takes “oh shit – my rainbow pumps! Continue reading
Tony writes:
this dream happens in different settings. someitmes i am alone, sometimes with others. most recently, alone, and in a city.
i’m driving a car. suddenly, without warning. i am on a steep incline, about 75 degrees or more. very near to vertical. i am panicked, but figure the only thing i can do is to floor it and ride it out. see what happens. Continue reading
I dream of dada 