This afternoon there were dozens of Robins in the parking lot scurrying around in some sort of agitated state. It seemed to fit the forbidding weather. The winter dreamtime weather is still in full effect here: Wednesday was a beautiful day--68 and sunny, a mere 48 hours later it was 35 and freezing rain was beginning to fall from the sky, making a brittle little sound when it fell.
And speaking of dreamtime, I am left with three peculiar dream snippets from this past week:
In a dream I became convinced that I needed to open a store, really more of a trendy boutique, called "1 and 2." My merchandise would all be related to the bathroom and its corresponding bodily functions. I would open it in Manhattan of course where such a thing might actually go over. Then I got paranoid about letting anyone know of my plan, lest they steal the idea and beat me to it. Don't steal my idea.
In a second dream I am in a northeastern city, not sure if it was NYC or Philly, and I can see into Jersey. Tornadoes are on the horizon, coming my way. This has been a recurring motif in my dreams for years. I get the usual worry: shit, what do I do? Then I am somewhere akin to a carnival or a fair in a field and the tornadoes are fast approaching. Before I know it they are bearing down on me, but strangely I realize that the tornado closest to me is emanating from a man casually walking across the field in my direction. He gets up quite close to me and I can see this tornado pouring from his head and shoulders, spiraling off into the sky. It is pretty fucking amazing. I am pondering...am I being tricked? Is this some sort of elaborate visual illusion or am I seeing something unimaginable?
Lastly, I am off on a trip to Denmark. Or I will be shortly. This is probably the single most common setting for my dreams--getting ready to depart for a trip (as I've mentioned before in this blog). In fact it was the second dream of the night with the same scenario. In the first I was with my ex-wife who in the dream was still my wife and we were visiting her mother who was showing us how they had dyed their little dog blue when I realized that our plane would depart in an hour and we would probably not make it. But in the second dream I will be travelling with br'er Bunni and a good time will be had. I am packing and in a bit of a hurry. I realize I have several shirts I was not aware of owning. But all my usual shirts seem to be in the laundry along with...all my pants. How will I go to Denmark with no pants? Damn. Then the dream went in a very different direction involving a woman I know named Jezebel (really her name) and I can't repeat the rest, but I never did get to Denmark.
