D R E A M S

In the town I grew up in as a prebuscent, my dream self was sitting with his friends. They bore no resemblance to my friends in my waking life. I think there were two or three of them. We were sitting in my friend's "clubhouse" which was located in his back yard. It was over a garage, but there was no access to the garage for a car, so I guess it was more of a shed. Either way, we were sitting on the second floor of it, all boys in our early twenties, it felt.

The woman of the world were launching a militant takeover of the world, subjugating the men. We were all scared. We left the security of the clubhouse to investigate. It was dark, nighttime. We climbed his back wooden porch, which was a pretty big deck. My friend's mother had lied to the women in charge, saying she didn't know where we'd gone. We were thankful, yet still a bit untrusting of her. She had black hair. No resemblance to any waking life woman I can think of.

On the porch, sever strings of white christmas lights illuminate suddenly, sending us scrambling to the floor of the deck, hitting the deck, as it were. To the north, we felt someone was watching. We scoured the horizon, looking for some evidence that we'd been detected. When we finally felt it was safe to move on again, we started heading away from that direction, to the southwest.

What must have been months later in dreamtime, I found myself in the city of men, which was being built on a mountainside. We men seemed to be doing OK in the absence of women. Our city was coming out beautifully, with huge plinths of white stone, like marble or limestone. There were gardens and fountains and I felt safe.

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The next morning, I had a dream and all I can remember about it was that I was in an Asian restaurant and there were numerous skinny Asian boys running around as the waiters. They were very feminine and silly. I was trying to walk through the restaurant toward the bathroom (I think). One of the waiters got in my way and just as I said to him, "I'm trying to go that way, you stupid, subservient prawn." I guess I must have some issues with either Asians or subservience (or both) in my sub-conscious.

Brian posted at 10:45 AM.