Dream in which I am reading a book on my bed and look up in time to see a screw in the window frame remove itself slowly and float across the room. A small Asian guy appears at the window. It was a Jedi mind trick, I realize, as he climbs in. "What the hell are you doing?" I scream at him. This is an outrage. I start hitting him in the head but this has no effect.
He grabs a cd off my desk, says he's claiming it back for a friend. No, it's a cd Joe gave me, I tell him. I even open up the liner notes and show him Joe's writing inside. Besides, I point out, just because I have this particular cd doesn't necessarily imply that it's his friend's cd: they could have made 10 copies, or even 15.
He isn't listening. He starts fading from visible to invisible & is now poking around the room. He lifts up my Kermit the Frog coffee cup.
In despair, I begin running frantically around my house, which only has three rooms. Each time I enter a room--even if it's the same room--a totally different scene confronts me. Once, I enter a bedroom containing 2 copies of my grandpa and 2 copies of me. Reality has come totally unstuck, there is no sense to be made of anything at all...I am on an acid trip inside a dream.
Posted by Alan at October 16, 2005 07:21 PM