Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Another dream: calling all psychoanalysts


I was in the air.

Flying an air car, to be exact.  What lay before me looked like Chicago...but not quite.  You know how the subconscious does that in a dream?  You recognize your surroundings as being fairly familiar but your brain stops and says, "Unh-uh.  We're going to change it up a bit."  Not only was I unable to fully recognize streets and intersections, much of the city was in ruins.  So yeah.  That didn't help.

I needed to get to a Homeland Security bunker.  I was in contact via iPhone with a beautiful Asian woman there.   I kept asking about my "chances" with her and she remained unswervingly coy, aloof, and almost gloomy.  The pictures she kept texting, however, me told me otherwise.

I landed the air car somewhere on Orleans Avenue (I think).  The scene was one of urban decay, dilapidated buildings, and burned-out husks.  I took the iPhone and kept pressing the woman with questions (about many things).  She pelted me with disaffected circumlocution.  I entered one of the buildings.  Its interior was something like that of an old city school.  You know the look.  Staircases with wooden rails, heavy doors more suitable for prisons.  An astringent odor hit my nostrils the deeper I waded into the dark.  Yeasty dough expanded and pulsed on the floor of the hallway.

The woman I sought was in an empty room of sterile tile and concrete walls.  I took her hand and led her out.  Tiny bits of small talk passed between us.
When we reached the street, I no longer had an air car.  I had a flying ostrich.  There were two of them, in fact, both with harnesses upon their backs.

"Okay, well, I'll see ya," the woman said.

She went for her ostrich.  She must have looked back and saw me as I stood staring my own ostrich, not knowing what to do.  At the same time, I didn't want to look inept in front of her.

"It just works like this," she said, demonstrating how to put your foot into the stirrups and urge the bird onward.

"Oh I see, I got it," I replied, still befuddled.

She mounted her ostrich and I hopped up on mine.  The great birds spread their wings at our command and we took to the sky.  I held the reins in my hand and steered the ostrich my own way.  She flew to the north and I to the west.

Then I woke up.

Okay.  So...have at it.


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