Saturday, January 4, 2014

Dream 8. Deaf, Death, and Pizza

Sat, 04 Jan 2014:

I was a deaf boy. It was my birthday party and my parents were fighting. I could hear them. My mother was trying to teach me some kind of slang word in sign language. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I would hear her saying it. I was in the car later with her and tried to tell her that I could hear, but she just laughed it off and didn't believe me.

Next dream, I dreamed I was me again, and my son, David was really sick. I thought he had died, told everyone he did, but when I went back to him, he was fine. Somewhere in my memory, the same thing had happened with my daughter, Lucy.

Next dream. I was in a pizza place with Charlie. We had just been seated and were watching the guys in the booth next to us leave. One of them tried to leave this big box of trash on our table but I threw it back to them. One of the guys, a tough-looking hairy dude, sat next to me in the booth and started making out with the side of my face. I was scared and just sat there frozen and confused until he got up and left. I then got up to go to the bathroom. This bathroom was old and absolutely huge, and a lot of the stalls either had no door or no toilet. I found one with both but it was super narrow and it was a squeeze, very uncomfortable. There were stalls with old school desks where the toilet should have been. It was dark and spooky and there were maddeningly loud dripping noises coming from everywhere. When I came out of the bathroom, I was suddenly a different person. I was an ex cop that looked like Nicolas Cage, and I was explaining to my young daughter how I solved a murder. I was still in the pizza place, writing a fake confession on a duffel bag with ketchup. The police came over and started to question me.