More grinding anxiety

I've been arrested for some crime, which I didn't commit, and I'm waiting in a crowded detention center. Unfortunately, I also have a small baggie in my pants pocket. I try to figure out how to get rid of it in the crowd. There is a table next to one wall where there are various small objects--ashtrays, etc. I surreptitiously lift one and place the baggie underneath it. A few moments later one of the police comes by and pokes around on the table, eventually lifting the ashtray and finding the baggie. I affect nonchalance. He hands it to me and asks if it's mine. I'm happy to pick it up, since that means my fingerprints will have a legitimate reason for being on it. I deny ownership.

Nevertheless I next find myself in prison. There are men and women both there, and various disguting things occur--one prisoner shits on the valued comic book of another, for instance. As I look around at the haggard and disturbed faces I realise that they are all crazy, that in fact all prisons are insane asylums.

I wake distressed.

Test your strength

So it's night, and I'm in a gas station. I'm there to try my strength against a machine which looks a lot like the ab machine at the gym--two wings to rest your arms on as you do that painful butterfly motion. The room is at the back of the station, where I've been led by a large black man. Using this machine is something like the carnival booth where you hit a springboard with a giant hammer and try to ring the bell. The black man is concerned that the task will be way outside my abilities, and he is reluctant to let me try. He is finally persuaded and tells me that the cost is $10 a shot. I look at the machine, and at him, and realise that he is probably right. I offer to give him five dollars and just pretend to have tried. He is relieved and takes my money, and refunds also the $1.50 that I paid to get in the station for this. I'm impressed with his honesty and concern.

I leave and walk around the back of the station where I've parked my bicycle. As I approach it I see a dark shape in a small hallway near the bike. Somewhat alarmed, I hurry to the bike and begin to unlock it. The shape emerges from the hallway and is revealed to be a pudgy adolescent boy with his hands handcuffed behind him. He wants me to release him, but I think he must be a criminal of some kind and refuse. I hold the bike in front of me as a shield and in preparation for throwing it at him if he makes trouble, but he is more distraught than dangerous. I jump on the bike and ride away, waking with a start as I do so.

A quality of light issue

I'm in the bedroom listening to Sandy talk with two men in the kitchen. I think she is fixing breakfast for them. One is a photographer and the other is the shaman brother of JP. They're discussing how Native Americans have been reclaiming historical/cultural artifacts--skeletal remains, sacred sites, etc. The shaman remarks that he is surprized by the fact that they are now claiming ownership over the quality of light at their sacred sites, and arguing that the pollution caused by industrial others is degrading that light.

Later that night, I dream that I'm talking to an attractive young woman at a table. As we speak I see projected, as on a screen, a beach scene where various voluptuous young beauties are cavorting in the sand. One is noticeably pregnant. I understand that they are on an island, and that the young woman with me at the table is inviting me to join them there. Then it occurs to me that I'm time traveling , so that I'm talking to her in the past. With a sudden shock I realize that she is there at the island right now, in real time. I blurt out: "You're there now, aren't you?" She nods affirmation. This is complicated, but we're both back in time yet suddenly aware that we are back in time playing a scene from the past. Our sudden awareness lifts us out of that time nexus. Liberating.

B&W chickens

Just an image from last night's dream:
Sandy brought home a flock of chicks, all colored in stark black and white. There was a black goose among them. Then a small dog, perhaps a Chihuahua but also colored in black and white, leapt from a shelf behind my head and ran among the chicks, causing fowl confusion.

From a hole in the ground

First, I find myself in Spain, arriving at an airport. I wander through the place, somewhat amused to see how small the building is in this old world country. The thoroughfare is crowded with people. I'm trying to get out of the airport so I can go somewhere else, but everything baffles me as I attempt to leave. Finally I get outside the building, but nothing makes sense. I walk aimlessly around the outside, unable to find a bus or taxi. Night falls and it is cold as well as dark.

Scene shifts. I'm in our backyard with Sandy. She is sitting beneath a large horizontal tree branch, which is making ominous squeaking noises. I urge her to get out from below it, which she does. Then the branch, which must be two feet or more in diameter, somehow transmogrifies into a rolled up carpet. I grab one end and pull it out like a roll of paper towels (perhaps I should say like a roll of toilet paper) until it covers the back yard. However, once spread out it begins to sink in the middle. I pull it back and there is a giant sink hole revealed beneath it. I can see torn roots and layered dirt descending down into blackness--there is no bottom to it. There's an aura of danger.

Sigh. (B)anal.