Tuesday, October 22, 2002

What a ride

The blazer is parked by the side of a road with luggage piled next to it. A female cop pulls up and tells us to move along since we are blocking a lane of traffic.
Later a sheriff pulls up next to the blazer in a gravel parking lot and starts talking to me through the open windows. I am anxious to get away but he keeps asking me questions. Another vehicle pulls between us to talk to him and I take the opportunity to drive quickly away. I speed up, taking corners too fast and flying over some railroad tracks. The tracks turn into a roller coaster and now I am driving my new car, the Honda Civic Si along the rails. I fear that the car will fly off in one of turns but I keep driving faster. The speedometer reads 70 miles per hour. I drive up a big hill and down the other side, then I hit a jump and the car flies up into the air and sails over a river far below. The car begins to drop, then falls rapidly away from me. It is as if it was a convertible that I flew out the top of. I look below me and try to aim for the middle of the river. I see it is surrounded by swampland. I see Mom and Dad below shouting at me and I also see the car stuck in mud at the bank of the river with large and deep skid marks behind it. I keep drifting back and forth and although I try to control my path, I keep drifting off course. The ground is approaching and I see that I am going to land in a shallow area of water in the middle of a swamp. I picture myself landing gently on two feet.

Friday, October 18, 2002

Mystery

In the lobby of a fancy hotel with Dad and Stacy. Bellhops appear to take our coats and bags. We sit on orate couches. Another bellhop comes up with a silver cup of steaming hot water and a mug of shaving cream, I am supposed to follow him to a room to get cleaned up. Instead I sneak down the hall and into a storage room full of old stuff and work benches. I am looking through things, trying to find something. A man working at a tool bench asks if he can help me. I think I’m busted and take a risk – I tell I just started work here and am checking things out and that I love seeing all this old stuff. He leaves me alone. I go through a stack of Disney posters looking for a particular one. There are original drawings and autographed movie posters. I find two of the poster I am looking for and choose the one in the best shape. I roll it up and stuff it down the front of my shirt. I leave back down the hall, but can’t find the family.

Crutch and I are carrying a large crate down the same hallway. He wants to set it down and open it in a large open room (like a conference or ballroom). But I say we need to put it in the storage room since it locks. I think there are weapons inside the crate. But what for? Are we hiding them from bad guys or selling them? There is someone in the storage room, so we try a locked office. The office we choose belongs to our creative department. But a woman tells us that we have to get permission in advance to store anything in there.

I am engaged to a woman. She has just introduced me to her family. Her sister is killed. The sister’s husband with us, but doesn’t do anything. The next day, I have to tell her parents that their daughter is dead. I am getting along with the parents and as we are talking I realize they don’t know. We have just gotten onto a tour-type bus. I tell them their daughter is dead. The mother asks, “Why didn’t they tell us? Did they want to spare us?” Then she loses it and begins crying uncontrollably. The husband holds her. A woman (the bus driver or a tour guide?) tells me that they are turning the bus around because she is crying.

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

The kindness of strangers

An old woman I don’t know died and left me $32,000. I thought, “Well, it’s enough to pay my debts.”

Monday, October 7, 2002

Rah

Pep rally or convention held in a large room that’s a cross between a medieval courtyard and a high school gym. Long tables, old frat brothers sit in the back and make fun of the speakers. Andy Murray turns around and asks where I got the folder and if they handed out new materials for this presentation. A family in college sweatshirts speaks at a podium. People tape posters to the walls around the room.

Brooke and I go to our room on a cruise ship. We are sharing a room with 6 beds. A bunch of boys walk in just ahead of us. At the front desk, we switch to a room with an outer view.

I’m going to catch a train from an airport to a city. But the tunnel is closed. Don Littlejohn is suddenly with me and finds a basketball, which he shoots off light poles. We get on a bus that waits among a long line of buses.