Dream in which I've moved to New York. I wake up one day full of energy to buy stuff at kmart. Once inside, I grab a shopping cart and start maneuvering it through a doorway but am stopped by a white-haired manager type. He tells me I can't have shopping carts in there. It's some kind of inner store area where carts aren't allowed, just like cars aren't allowed inside the city walls in Rothenburg.
He asks me what I'm looking for exactly. I list them and we go off to find them. Only we leave the store. We walk to his house and I meet his family on the doorstep. The children and wife are awkward people, they don't even know how to shake my hand right. But they warm up eventually and start asking me questions. Yes I'm new to the neighborhood. I gesture in the direction of my place. In the course of conversation they drop the name of some evidently very well-known location. When I tell them I don't know what they're talking about, they think I'm joking at first, then there is uproarious laughter and they will talk of nothing else. They've become useless to me. I walk off.
I'm back at my place. Every time I go to sleep, I dream that I'm playing my keyboard, but that there is a set of colored objects attached to the far side. These objects vary each time, but always move in tempo, enhancing the music in some way. One time the objects are bristles of various colors that sway like sea anemones, as if the music is an unseen current flowing around them. Whenever I descend into these dreams I am in total control of my surroundings. I decide I want to play without my hands, and this occurs.
But each time I wake up there is some new terrible object in the corridor outside. This time it is an enormous flesh-eating spider perched on a water pipe.
Posted by Alan at July 14, 2006 08:46 PM