December 4th, 2003 (Thursday Eve)


Prindle Street was ocean on the left hand side,
deteriorating on the right.
left, there stood a few houses, fighting the tides.
a horse fountain in front of the aqua house.
(much like A.I. with the Weeping Lions.)
outerwaves crashing into the empty carcasses
of long-ago abandoned three-story houses.
I was on the porch of the Shepard's old house.
don't know the purpose of my visit.
the big yard was still there.
about the 4th time i have dreamt of this place.
always different.
they (Janna, Penny, Dale) never answer my knocking.
i never took notice of my old house on Prindle.
the images always stop at the sidewalk/end of the fence.
sure, i've hopped onto ficticious trails at the bend in the road, and the old alleyway...underground escape tunnels and such. but not this time.
settings:

Prindle/Ocean: Janna's old house

Downtown Sharon: behind the plaza on the street where Living Quarters used to be/bottom of west hill.

Kent: i said it was Kent in my dream, but if so, it was a part of Kent i had never seen.

cafeteria corral: where all of the non-military people were caged in before deportation out of the city, or death. who knows.

one funny moment: in the parking lot, outside of the "cafeteria corral", i was desperate in need of reaching my parent's/someone to inform them of the situation, and see if i could store my car there. (?? who knows) there were people walking/running all around. Some of the people were secure (if their spouses were with the military, they were safe. if you weren't with anyone in the military, you were an open target.) So, walking through the parking lot, talking on a cellphone was Erica Shaffer. (excuse me, Erica Burns) and i ran up to her and said "could you please, please help me out. i need to contact 'so-and-so' will you please call them and tell them the situation?? please, i need your help"...she ignored me and went on with her conversation and i only gave it a couple seconds and said "bitch" and walked away, trying to find another route out of this mess. (it made me laugh even as i was walking the dream)

characters:

a colour-changing scary cat/monkey. (i think i morphed into this character at some point, and it generated into a mixed character.) one of the big factors of my role in this dream was that i was a 'mystif'=either male or female depending upon who was looking at me, and what they desired me to be. My two closest companions (one male one female - i thought at first they were the couple who opened the door at the house on Prindle and shared their wonderful homemade greenery with me, but as the dream progressed, my companions were closer to my age, not the 40-somethings i met at the beginning) through-out the story-line knew this, and often referred to me as such. and knew who i was, even if i was male at one point, and female at another.

i remember that my car was a big concern of mine. i didn't want to just leave it there because i knew i would never be able to retrieve it. it was chaos everywhere around me.

oh, and one more thing i remember that i feel i must mention: when we (idunno who) were finally apprehended, and corraled in with all of the others captured, they were seprating us by race (social stature) and me and i believe it was the girl companion, refused to go in with the white people (upper class) and were determined to remain in front with the blacks. we held our heads high and refused to move. and the people who captured us didn't understand it, but they didn't care either way and let us remain.

towards the end, i reached my parents somehow. i escaped or ran away or something. They were sitting there. and they couldn't believe the situation themselves. and my mom asked me if i had salvaged enough clothes from my closet for the "Florida weather". I told her i had nothing in my closet orginally as far as shorts that fit me anyhow, so i would have to make-do.

all of the rest is a blurry, hurry-up panicky feeling, throwing loads of stuff into the car, andything i could manage to save. it happened so suddenly. we were told that we had to be gone and out of the city that day. but anyone who still remained was fair game.

i remember being called a freak a few times.

(oh, and at one point at the 'cafeteria corral' i went to use the restroom and everyone stared at me through windows. i'm supposing that some people saw me as a girl and was wondering why i had went into the men's bathroom. idunno. the whol;e dream was wonderfully confusing. and the adrenaline was rushing the entire time. i wonder how i got any rest in.

all in all, i didn't like the beginning with the scary monkey/cat thing that kept attacking me.

i enjoyed thoroughly seeing one-half of Prindle street covered in ocean. and the horse fountain was amazing. it was a brilliant landscape on my part. *s* being a mystif was interesting. and yes, i woke up late trying to get to the end of the dream.

12/09/2003

Posted on 12/10/2003
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