the first one involved my own weird kind of narnia, only i could get there by plane. it was mostly just a big beach, but i knew loads of peoplefriends, and even had a little brown lady friend (who was always wearing a lime green bikini). it seemed i’d been visiting for ages, but then nobody answered my calls when i landed, nor had a car waiting for me at the airport. it boded ill.
at this point it all went very movie-style, with jump cuts and such. my lady told me that horrible corporate development had taken over. at the same time, a brash young jesus-type rose up to lead a campaign against the sprawl. i went and saw him speak at a bookstore, and was well-moved. while he was talking, i flew through the new situation on the beach second-life style; it looked like a mix of tenements, old boarded-up buildings and isengard under saruman’s destruction of the forest and building of all his machines.
the next dream had me returning (with a number of other students) to my freshman dorm at biola after a long absence (with very murky details). they’d apparently just locked everything down as we’d all left it, and now they wanted us to move it all out. i had only my old vw bus, and there was no way all my furniture and clothes and things were going to fit. then, somehow, my old bus wasn’t even there, but somewhere out in fontana. it was a hopeless situation, so i just ended up getting a poker game going. and there was whiskey.
i did find a pair of westwood jeans i’d forgotten all about in my dresser.
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