Last night I … well, I wiped out rather suddenly. It was as though my body was trying to force me to sleep using brute intimidation. “Go to sleep now or you’ll be sorry sooner rather than later.” It was almost like it is when I’m on deaths door … like an out of body experience, being called to some other plane of existence by strange, otherworldly dream beings. Well, I passed out (didn’t even get up or move really when Jeff spilled the hooka coals onto the floor … incredible) and then had the most intense … dream? … that I’ve had in years.
I don’t remember all the details … it seemed like it lasted all night, literally, minute for minute (1 minute dreamtime = 1 minute real time) and it went a *little* like this …
I land a boat (piloting solo) somewhere on the tip of that “finger” thing that comes out of southwestern Alaska. Everything is very frozen. I work my way around some cliffs and ice and come to … I remember someone in the dream, before this, having told me about it … a huge dump, like a landfill kinda only just sitting there on the ice. Seagulls are EVERYWHERE. By the tens of thousands, even! It is terribly rancid all around and I remember having to resist the urge to puke (I’m in survival mode, gotta keep those bodily fluids.) I keep on wandering east/northeastward and eventually find …
A prison. I walk in through the front entrance and the dude behind the counter gives me a very skeptical look before quickly deciding I’m okay. I explain to him that I’m from (can’t remember) and that I landed on the western tip out there. HE gets me something … can’t remember what … and there are two inmates behind the counter. They each have their own little room and tattoo guns set up. They are tattooing themselves. Only the ink was kept at the front desk. The guard explained to me, when I asked him about it (”Are they tattooing themselves?”) that they didn’t like the colors available in the ink, which he promptly showed to me. It looked like fingerpaint in a little urn/jar. I forget why, but for some reason I ended up mixing some of the colors up (all still inside the jar) and making a sort of blueish color. When the second inmate came back for more ink he seemed pretty excited about it “How’d you do that!?” … I told him I didn’t know. Some more stuff happens that I can’t remember and then I …
walk outside, to go find the nearest town. Except maybe … yeah someone picked me up but I have no clue who. Maybe the guard arranged a ride to town for me (memo: I checked the map, the town in the dream is most likely Anchorage) and YES someone did come to pick me up, though I can’t remember for the life of me who it was. As we were driving out of the parkinglot (I was sitting passenger) I saw this couple that I *always* saw in Eugene, some housey punks … the girls name was Kelsey I believe, and I rolled down my window and shouted out to her “What the hell are *you* doing here?” to which she simply replied, “I think you’re here to find her.” and I shouted back “Who?” thoroughly confused as we were pulling away down the road and she shouted back “Cassandra” in a barely-audible-due-to-the-distance shout. This … was a strange riddle. That was my response. How strange. Anyways, we drove on …
to the town. I walked into some kind of restaurant that also seemed like it doubled as a place for people to come in out of the cold and hang out. It was very crowded, but I had an idea that this mysterious “she” person was supposed to show up. And she did eventually walk in with a group … it wasn’t Cassie, though, and I knew it wouldn’t be … it was the girl from Thriftway (I have the hugest crush on this girl that works across the street at Thriftway.) We looked at each other, my from my seat and her as she was walking by with this group … I was a little aggitated with the location though and got up and left, walking RIGHT by her without saying a word. Then I was back …
… outside, in the cold snowy city. I guess we had each others phone numbers, though, as she quickly called me. She had come outside after me, but I was already a block or two away and she apparently thought I had gone in a different direction than I did. She told me she wanted to meet with me and that I should come back … so I tried but ended up getting lost in the city.
Must have been the red light district, because all of a sudden it seemed like every seedy and over-stylized strip club in Nevada had moved to Alaska. Strippers, half naked waitresses, and alcohol were everywhere. And I had no clue where she was.
That’s when the apartement maintence dude knocked on the door, hard, and woke me up. So he could install a smoke alarm. I haven’t been able to go back to sleep. Too disturbed.
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