I enter the Bank of America. It looks like a college library, with numerous cubicles for studying. I need to deposit a check. Instead of using an ATM or a teller, I am required to use this antiquated system which seems to combine an old fashioned carbon copier and a morse code transmitter. I see from the transaction logs that I have been here before. In fact, I am the only one who has ever deposited a check here before.
I have a problem getting the machine to work, so I approach the woman at the customer service desk. She informs me that the transaction I am trying to make is impossible. I ask “Isn’t this where I can deposit a check?” I am puzzled as to why a bank will not allow this most basic of transactions. The woman refuses to answer any of my questions. She just stares at me silently and eventually puts her head down on her desk. [Note: In waking life, I become very scared if someone does not answer me or acknowledge me when asked a question. There is something terrifying about being utterly ignored when I am speaking.]
I demand to see a manager so that I can make them aware of their employee’s poor customer service and unprofessional behavior. I end up talking to a security guard. As I am speaking to him, he runs away, zig-zagging through the bank like a child on the playground. I decide to leave the bank, thinking they have lost a customer. For some reason, I turn back and go back inside, but the bank has been abandoned for years, dust and cobwebs draping across overturned chairs and empty desks.
Tags: Dreams
This dream is mostly faded, despite its long epic nature. I remember having to smuggle the lower half of a woman (a doll or mannequin) backstage at a wedding. I accidentally walked in just as the crowd was singing “Here comes the bride, all dressed in white.” Only the bride wasn’t in white; she was a short, portly woman in a red wedding dress. Later, the lower half of the woman became a chimpanzee in a cage. I met up with my mentor in a high school and he was explaining the intrusion protocols to me. Apparently we were spies. We found some janitor’s outfits to change into. He was telling me things, but I wasn’t listening because I was so worried about the chimpanzee I had stashed backstage. It was carrying some kind of genetically engineered virus. I was supposed to have taken it to the customs office of the high school and let the chimp get processed along with all the other packages getting imported into the school. My mentor and I wove our way through the students. I saw a guy and a girl making out in the hallway and I thought “Man, I wish I went to this high school.”
Tags: Dreams
Another hotel dream. A common theme in my dreams is that I’m lost in a labyrinthine hotel. Once I leave my hotel room, I usually cannot find it again as I’ve either forgotten my room number or the architecture of the building wefts to prevent my return. Last night I had a special passkey that gave me access to every door. I’m not sure I was even staying at the hotel.
In another dream a man was trying to find the landing site of a UFO. Some kids had moved it into their garage. There was a brief documentary about how the interior of the garage came to be decorated with various white trash crap stop signs advertising t-shirts, whiskey and fried chicken. The sequence had been filmed in stop motion, beginning with the empty garage and slowly adding each sign to the walls and ceiling.
Tags: Dreams
Another very long dream in which I could fly/levitate. It was marred by the fact that I spent the entire time fleeing Tony Soprano’s crew who were out to whack me.
Tags: Dreams
At the end of one dream I was with someone and we were going to go to some kind of children’s museum. We walked into the door where we thought the museum would be and found that things looked very different from the last time we were there. It looked more like a hospital. As it turned out, we had wandered into the children’s hospital instead.
I think perhaps the person I was with was my ex-wife Cathy. This segued into the next dream where I had gotten back together with Cathy and we were moving into a new house. I kept wondering where I was going to put all my things. There was already a bed there. I would no longer have my own bedroom and this bothered me. I started wondering if this was what I really wanted. So much had happened in the years since we got divorced and I wasn’t sure she really knew me any more. I stood in the upstairs living room of the new house (off-white carpet, white walls) and watched a black widow spider come and drag the carcass of a cockroach away. This was the most realistic part of the dream, the one filled with the most detail.
I went to explore the rest of the new house. There was a patio that opened off the kitchen, leading to a forest of very tall trees. Perhaps our new house was in the redwood forest of California. As soon as I set foot into the forest, a small one-man starfighter began a strafing run between the immense trees. I had to run and dodge laser blasts until I was safe in the kitchen. Apparently our new house could withstand laser blasts.
That’s all.
Tags: Cathy, Dreams