Dreams:Spotlight:Chicago
Posted on | June 23, 2005 | 3 Comments
Strange dream: We were traveling to a house in the country on a steam train. The country was the land I lived on in Egenburg, Germany, but instead of the earth-colored buildings very sparsly placed, the town were arrived in was made of huge, and I mean huge, rust-colored barns with one small house. I’ve had a facination with dying barns all of my life. I used to wish that Mom would drive slower when we rode through the countryside in Alabama or North Carolina so I could take in the waning beauty of those buildings. The train pulled into the station, and I hopped off with a green suitcase in tow. It was one of those 70′s pea green contraptions, scratched up and scarred with a thick plastic nametag hanging off the faux-leather handle. The suitcase and I went into the biggest barn (the size of a BIG airplane hangar) and put the suitcase on a bale of hay. The inside of the barn was dark and cool, with light piercing the knotholes and irregularities of the wood. Bales of hay littered the edges of the big door for the barn, but it was so dark that I couldn’t see to the other end. I heard birds shaking out their feathers, disturbed by my presence. It was time to move on.
Outside, I found myself overwhelmed by a lovely sight, and I realized just then that I didn’t have my camera on me. The sun started to set, and the light on the red barns glowed with a spectacular richness. You could feel their history in that moment, understand their tenacious nature, their will to stand against the elements. The buildings seemed to vibrate with warmth against the cool icy blue of the sky, and I felt my self being swallowed by sadness and rage because I didn’t have my camera. I fell to the floor sobbing, screaming for what seemed like hours, and then I rose. The moment had passed and the magic of those barns all aglow was lost.
I then walked to the only little house in this town of barns. Outside I could hear a roaring. The perfect tornado roared across a hill, not too far off in the distance. I found my camera (it was in my pocket the whole time) and remarked to an older version of David (I don’t know why I knew he was older, but he was) that I was one of those stupid people who had to take pictures of storms. He laughed. I realized the tornado threatened the house I was in so I ran to the nearest room (sparsley furnished, the house had the feel of an old-folks home with lots of pastel blankets and lace curtains. I ducked into a closet clutching my camera. When I got out of the closet I ran to the nearest window and watched the tornado skip and leap upon a thick forest, never penetrating the tree-tops.
Dreams are wierd.
As I drove to work this morning, I noticed a cop tailing me. The whole time he rode behind me he had his spotlight on. I wasn’t speeding any more than I usually did (meaning I was going 80ish) but the cop kept right on my ass, as I changed lanes, and as I got off I4 on John Young. Still behind me, he crept closer to my bumper, shining that damn light in my eyes. I made a left on John Young. The light at 35th was red, and I saw the copper get into the left turning lane. Parallel with me I scowled in his direction. But he wasn’t paying any attention to me. No, he was stuffing his face with a McDonald’s breakfast sandwich. Fucking figures!
So, D surprised me and bought me tickets to go to Chicago in August. I am soooooooooooooo psyched! So I am heading out on August 17th and I get back to Orlando on the 21st, just in time for school. YAY!!
And now, your travels through the world wide web:
Alan Cumming and Xmen = no go. This makes me quite sad. I really enjoyed him as the shy blue beast!
Okay, another dog site But it’s got really cute dogs. I know I am not allowed to have anymore, but sometimes I can’t help looking.
Cops and drugs?!?! Say it isn’t so!
No love for Firefox.
Now have a loverly day!!
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June 23rd, 2005 @ 9:22 am
Trying to age me more than I already am in your dreams, huh?
I’ve read that the new X-Men movie is going to blow. Apparently the script sucks and they are already on their second director. They should have just relaxed and waited till Brian Singer finished Superman and let him do it, rather than throw the temper tantrum because he was working on a competitor’s character.
June 23rd, 2005 @ 9:35 am
Yeah, I think they are shooting themselves in the foot with this. And to lose such a groovy character!?!?
I didn’t want you to be old…you just were. Oh, and I forgot, you were wearing a red flannel shirt, overalls and sitting on a rocking chair. Funny thing is that I never saw your face, but I knew it was you and that you were older. Gotta love dreams!!
June 23rd, 2005 @ 9:54 am
You guys are so cute. I wish I was able to remember my dreams that well. Usually its more of a “I jumped off the building and then….crap, I don’t remember” Maybe they have some kind of Dream Ginko that lets me remember them better.
About X3 I’m not expecting anything good from it. I don’t have any faith in the new director, and I think they are really not going to do a good job from it. I have NO reason to think this other then a gut instinct.