Thursday, March 15, 2007
I had a couple of very bizarre dreams last night. In the dreams, I make reference to two specific companies. I have no idea why those in particular and I was tempted to leave them out of this report since they seem so out of place, but that's how they happened in the dream, so I'll include them.
1. In the first one, my mother and I went to New York City to visit a relative of hers. We got there at night so some of the main entrances in the building were closed off so my mother went ahead to get us in while I waited. I went up to Kenneth's apartment to wait since apparently he lived in the building as well. After a few minutes she called and gave me vague directions how to get to their apartment. Apparently the building was designed in such a way that to get to our relative's apartment, there was no door, but somehow you had to drop in from above. I saw a square hole in Kenneth's wall and thought perhaps it wasn't coincidental and I squeezed under the bed and crawled until half of my body was into the hole, where I discovered it was just a small chamber with some trash inside. Squeezing back out was more difficult than squeezing in had been. I then left his apartment to try looking for where else the entrance might be. I took the elevator to the top floor, which was actually the roof, to see if I could start at the top and move down. Up there were a bunch of people just perambulating around like zombies, but they were actually homeless people. I tried to walk through unnoticed, but one particular lady kept bothering me and trying to bargain a price to buy the nice blankets and bedding that I was carrying around, but I kept refusing to sell since I needed them to sleep on when I found the relative's apartment. I kept exploring and discovered that in the center of the roof was a ramp that went down to the next floor down and then back up again, almost like a parking garage. Eventually I took the elevator back down to another floor. I was a bit scared and frustrated at this point so I called Kenneth's phone to get directions back to his apartment which I had managed to forget the location of as well, but he was off at a club somewhere and wasn't going to be back for a while. He seemed to be oblivious to my panicked state. I then looked over and saw a green form, not quite physical, almost like an ethereal jello. As I approached it to see what it was, it began to unfold into some kind of beast standing on two legs. At that point I either fainted or was knocked out. When I woke up, I was in some sort of dirty industrial works. I had apparently been tortured by having my body submerged in a series of hot foods from Wendy's. The workers matter-of-factly told me that I had been given the harshest treatment they had seen given there. I was then transferred to another area of their facility which in contrast to the torture area, was clean and well lit and was more of a spa and salon. In this place the workers were very kind and took care of me to heal me from all of my wounds. I saw other people I knew around and they said that this whole facility wasn't about torture, but about a sort of purification by fire. During the healing procedure, they feminized my body, but the dream faded out before I saw to what extent.
2. My dad and I were in a giant shipyard with docks and small ships as far as the eye could see. My dad was talking about businesses and how Wachovia had behaved so strategically spending so little money that they were able to put competitors out of business or reduced them in size because the competitors spent so much that they couldn't profit at the low prices competition forced them to sell at. As evidence he pointed out the ships of each of the companies. Most were small to mid-size ships, but the Wachovia ship was a titanic beast. For some reason, it was resting in the middle on something so that it wasn't fully in the water and one end was sticking up in the air. My dad was convinced that it would fit in a particular water channel. We then began a strange exercise and it is difficult to know whether to interpret it as a physical action or a mental exercise. He began to describe hypothetically the movement and placing of the ship into the location he proposed and I asked questions about the destruction of smaller ships and docks that it would take to get it there. However, during all of this hypothetical talk, we actually went over to the ship, he grabbed the front of it, and started pulling it through the motions as easily as if it were a child's wagon. In the process, it ran over smaller docks and ships as my questions rolled forth, but he dismissed them as insignificant because of their relative size. He kept talking about the width of the water channels as if they were train track sizes and I had no idea what he was talking about or how he could estimate the widths so quickly. At one point we ran across a circus parade complete with small elephants. We had to stop the parade to get them out of our way to move the ship. We then approached an old wooden bridge and my dad said that the ship should fit through it and started pulling it through. The bridge was wide enough and tall enough for the first little bit of the ship, but not for the rest. I was worried that it was going to break fragile pieces of the ship off, but he said no, the ship would just break the top of the bridge off instead. During this discussion, the circus parade arrived again and started to cross the bridge. My dad, a bit irritated, ran back to tell the person in charge of the parade to stay out of our way while I ran forward to stop the lead elephant. Apparently to stop them, you grab the tip of their trunk and tell them to stop and they do. I then put my head on the shoulder of the elephant and hugged it (I told you it was a small elephant) to keep it from trying to go forward further.