Dream journal entry #7
03/27/2014 01:50 p.m.
So many dreams last night, almost all of them completely forgotten. The one I didn't forget began in a foggy cloud of competitive men, all gathered together (indoors and out) at a party, jockeying for status. I didn't want any part of this but it seemed inescapeable. One young guy, with light brown hair, dressed in a white tee shirt and faded jeans, seemed to have the upper hand in this social competition. He was standing by a bon fire, supremely confident and acting as if he were in charge. I had some kind of close relationship to him but don't recall what it entailed. It gave me status, though, even if I didn't particularly like this guy or his way of operating. The whole situation made me feel uncomfortable and degraded.

But here's something more specific: I'm in a dark balconey overlooking a movie screen. Several other guys are there as well. My friend Tony has begun to list off a number of modern day people whom he thought had become deities after they died. I'm not paying much attention to him until he says, "I think Bob Marley might have been one of them, but I'm not certain." At which point the movie screen lights up with a gigantic image of Marley's head smoking a joint (it was very similar to the cover art for Kaya). I reply to Tony that I love Bob Marley's music and the lyrics to his songs but think his status as a deity is way overblown; in fact, I'm pretty sure he was nothing more than a successful musician who smoked tons of pot and slept with countless women. Tony looked confused when I said this, but when he opened his mouth to argue, I woke up.