Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
I was with a man and I had three dogs. A black mutt, an overweight bulldog and a golden retriever. They were new to me, recently adopted. Walking home on the dreamy city streets, I dropped the leash and they all got loose.
The black mutt ran up an alley, the other two went into street and were hit by a car. The bulldog was squashed in half, run over, dead. The retrieved lay bleeding in the road and I ran to him.
The man I was with told me to apply pressure on the wound, I had hope we could save him. When I heard my mother's cat Louie snarl up the alley, I woke up.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Toronto was miniature and we were giants. On a boat in the harbour, you could easily step out and only be knee deep. The towers were within reach. Everything was fragile.
I was on that boat docked on the far side of the harbour next to Wards Island. I sat beside the Prime Minister who sat beside the Queen and found a passport of the floor. About to cast off, I opened the passport and remembered that I had found it in a previous dream, it belonged to Paul McCartney. I passed it to Stephen Harper who reached over the Queen to hand it to the singer.
As the boat made it's way to the west passage traveling along the shoreline of the miniature city, a menacing figure appeared. He was a giant bear with ginger hair and an angry disposition. As he noticed us, he charged us teeth bared swimming through the water faster than anything.
Strangely everyone onboard was calm, including myself. As the bear hit the boat, some elderly ladies fell into the water. I knew one of them, so rushed down the side to see if I could help. The boat kept moving and the bear was coming to fast. Just as I was sure these women would be eaten, the enormous red creature rushed past them, and came up beside the boat. I looked at him with no sense of fear.
As he rammed the boat again, we became lodged in the narrow channel to the west of the harbour. Stuck, I was sure the bear would have his way but instead he just swam off.
One night I decided to watch some outdoor performance art, it just so happened to be in my backyard. The acting troop began dressed in baggy black clothes set in the foggy wooded veldt. I knew only one of the actors and I was the only audience member to attend.
As the show pushed on, a giant giraffe escaped from her underground pen which looked very much like an old cellar. Upset, I approached to try and calm the creature. Meanwhile the actors continued into the woods, unaware of my drifting attention.
The giraffe was uncomfortable. Using my body as a post, she wrapped her long neck around me awkwardly. I was immobilized. As she pulled, her neck cracked and I felt the vibrations run down the length of my body. She repeated this several times.
"Okay, you have to stop that please." I said high pitched to the giraffe, trying to grab the harness that was on her enormous face. Her mouth opened in attempt to bite me but she missed.
I managed to coax the giraffe back into her underground cellar, poor thing wasn't naturally meant to be in a cage like that. As I got to her final space, she transformed into an immense octopus with dozens of sucking arms. Floating through the air as water, this creature would not be as forgiving as the last and I could feel my life in danger.
Terrified, I got out of the cellar as fast as I could, closing and locking the door. Sure enough, this octopus' arms slid through the cracks and it would only be a matter of minutes before the huge beast escaped.
I looked for the actors but they were deeper in the woods focused on their show. I should have warned them, but I ran away instead. Heart racing, I woke up.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
A police cruiser came onto the scene and arrested one of the many construction workers charged with child molestation. I burst into an insane applause inciting cheers from the crowd which lasted forever. Justice had been done.
I got a warning on my phone that a tornado was on the way so with haste I excused myself and stepped out onto the street.
I could see them coming, pockets of clouds laced with sun. These were aggressive and spawned funnels. Chaos paired with bliss. The city was Toronto, but with mountains, new high rises, and a coastline far greater than the lake.
Distracted from finding my bike, I watched a plane make an emergency landing on the Gardiner Expressway, squashing cars and squealing to a halt. It had been hit by one of the dozens of tiny but powerful storms which were racing through the city. A mountain side in the downtown core was being ripped apart by one tornado, spewing rocks into the streets below.
My phone sent another warning to me, this time all in red, tornado imminent. I felt fear and decided to find cover. I couldn't find my bike, although I was carrying my bike chain, and dashed into a black circus tent that was near where I stood. Inside I noticed the tent was held up by enormous aluminum rods and told myself not to touch them. Lighting would surely strike.
Through the tent I found a narrow alley in Mexico, covered in excrement and vomit. Still carrying my bike chain, I went door to door in the alley, hoping one would open and lead me to a cellar. I had to get underground, the tornado was coming. I wiped away the vomit on one door nob, no luck. I kept repeating this, and a group of men started to follow me.
Soon I gave up, and peaked my head back out onto the street. It seemed the storm was subsiding. The city was quiet and I stepped back out towards the Star building.
As I wandered through backyards and underpasses, another burst from the sky dropped thick red foam all over the building beside me. It slowly melted away and I picked up my pace. If I could find my bike, I would race home to safety. Please God!
I could see the Star building in the distance, I was close. Another small cloud dropped foam to my left. This time bright green. It ate away at everything, some splashing onto my skin, burning. I looked to my right and saw a new Scotia Plaza, made of three emerald towers glowing in the sun.
I cut to a new condo development, again three round towers of blue and black. At the other side would be my bike, I was sure of it. I saw a WalMart at the base, a man was taking photographs of a family. I thought to myself "I could do that job" and I woke up from this horrific nightmare.
Exiting at Yonge and Bloor heading south in a night time blizzard, Adam crosses at Charles Street to go home without a word. I yell at him, other people notice and I feel embarrassed. He crosses back, I kneel in the snow by a hydrant.
I'm angry and want to punch him, but instead aggressively rip off his hood and scarf. His beard is encrusted with snow, his mustache forms like long insect antennae.
He says "We don't love eachother anymore" with an evil grimace. I'm crying and angry, turn to run away. Making a scene, I fall in the snowy sidewalk. I wake up.
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
My bedroom was turned into an ampitheatre, and we were all in black. Sitting in a semi circle facing my closet mirror, everyone was silent.
Karen wanted to speak up and when I could feel her desire, I interrupted the silence and said "Go ahead Karen."
She spoke about speaking out, how it feels good. Then another person followed, then another. Pretty soon the entire group was speaking one by one about opening their spirit to the world around them.
Then a Christian man came in and interrupted. He took a microphone out of my ear and left the room. Silence fell again.