Thursday, January 31, 2008

The night before my birthday I dreamt I was back at school. University or some such thing. Sitting in a comfortable study lounge in a dormitory in the evening having a meeting. The room was full of people I knew.

We couldn't think of the word for "shipwreck" in German. Nobody knew it. We were stymied. But a number of people had dictionaries: Langenscheidt German-English/English-German dictionaries. I could see them under chairs and next to bags with their distinctive yellow covers and the big blue L for Langenscheidt. I demanded, "Would someone who is not mentally retarded please hand me a dictionary?"

My old friend John H handed me his. Weirdly, the back cover was wet. It was just water. But why? I didn't know.

I looked inside it. It was actually not a regular dictionary, but a picture dictionary. I looked in the table of contents and found ships. There were a few pages on ships, but no word for shipwreck. I handed the dictionary back. "I'll find it in my room," I announced. I had three Langenscheidt dictionaries there.

In my room, I picked up the first dictionary. I couldn't read the text, there was something wrong with it, it was illegible. I put it down. At that point the power cut out and my room was plunged into darkness.

I walked around the room looking for another of those bright yellow covers. Thought I saw one on the floor near the desk.

I heard something behind me. Something was in there with me,

I turned. Part of the floor of my room was a low slope of wet clay, glossy in the moonlight that slanted in the window. Some of the clay was moving. Something was behind it. The clay popped out like a cork, and the next moment a large boa was sliding its bulk into the room through the hole it had made. Paralyzed with surprise, I just watched it as it slipped into the shadows and vanished in the darkness of the room.

A few moments later it reappeared, but with the head of a house cat, and completely covered in fur, then vanished again.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Checking in with Neal

Dream Jan 14, 2008

It's hard to remember some dreams because the events in them, while perfectly logical at the time they take place, seem completely odd and impossible when recollected later. This dream began with some events that have now evaporated, but the first thing I remember clearly was that Neal Cassidy had eaten some hallucinogenic mushrooms and was therefore able to see me and some other man to whom I was explaining On The Road. Because I was dreaming and Neal was tripping, we were able to see one another. We were all on a small island in a river. Neal wasn't saying much, but was friendly, smiling. I was telling the third man that On The Road was an incredibly important and groundbreaking book because through it, you could have actual contact with the souls of the characters.