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The Dream:
I am not too sure of my sequence of events here, which
probably means I was "looping" through certain areas a couple of times, either
for impact, clarity or remembrance. Anyway...
I am visiting JD in San Francisco. I remember city skylines and conversations, of sorts,
but nothing specific.
I am at a big party / celebration. Lots of people I know are here. It is a very mixed
crowd. I am at a table next to the inground pool. Hector is being quite a cut-up, very
entertaining. He "Makes" me get up and dance and it twirling me around. He is a
very good dancer but he is being funny and swings me out far and "Dances me right
into the pool". It is quite funny and I am not offended or upset - a little
disconcerted, perhaps.
I know that I am segueing between scenes, like cast has to move to another set. My group
and I are walking "between" scenes and I am leading them in song. Would you
believe...row row row your boat, gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily,
merrily - LIFE IS BUT A DREAM. It is being sung as a rote (?) (round) where I start, then
the person behind me starts, then the one behind them...etc. Everyone singing a different
line at the same time. The irony is noticed, even within the dream.
I feel I am in a trailer, camper. And it is small. I look out the window and I notice that
the engine of Andy's car is engulfed in flame. I run outside. I thought I was ground level
but when I go out I see that I am actually a level above the vehicles - meaning, like I am
looking down on them from an overpass. There is a car parked between Andy and mine ( I
don't know who's). Andy's car is in flame and my car is smoldering, smoke pouring from
under the hood, through the cracks in the door. I am like, oh shit - I got to do
something. I run back inside the camper and fill up a pitcher of water (hahahahah - like
that is going to help) and I pick up my cell phone and am calling 911. I hear sirens
already so I return to the scene and Andy's car is nearly toast - hood burnt off, doors
vacant, charred remains. I actually talk to the firemen but I don't remember if my car was
saved or what happened next.
There is s strong sense of closeness with JD in San Francisco but I can't quite get it -
like sex but not. Just a strong closeness, a deep caring, and sense of connection as one
person, yet separate.
And, I know I rotated these scenarios and hit the San Fran, the pool and the cars on fire
"many" times. The Life is but a dream was only once but we sand the song so many
times that it stood out, significantly.
Insights and Interpretations:
I like the piece where "life is but a
dream". I think it stands alone. There was a lot
of comedy in this one,
from the dancing me into the pool, to filling up the pitcher of water thinking I could be
of any help at all. And of course the whole singing thing. I wish my life was
more fun. These darn dreams are about as much fun as I am having lately. I did
get an e-mail from JD though recently and have yet to respond...I think it came in a
week ago (which is about 6 weeks after the dream). I last saw him in August, just
before the big New York fiasco.
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