Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Celebrity Stalker/ Plays on Pintos

I dreamed I was being stalked by old Richard Dreyfuss in a red Pinto. It was slightly terrifying because he was going to kill me. He kept leaving threatening messages on my phone, describing where I lived, my routine, and he would laugh at me.

So I was driving through the streets of Athens with my father and Freida Pinto, when I saw the red Pinto watching us from two blocks away. Richard Dreyfuss didn't know that we spotted him.

"Looks like those counter-surveillance classes paid off," Dad said, and we tried to lose him. We slowly pulled away and turned a corner, then a second corner, and stopped in a parking lot. I kept a lookout, and though he didn't know exactly where we were, he kept driving close to us, looking around. Each time he went down a nearby street, we moved on. We went down a hill, under an overpass, and kept turning, once, twice, or three times. Finally, I saw him turn the wrong way, and I knew we had lost him. We were so happy!

Then, on the way home, our street was blocked by a police car, and two policewomen. They didn't seem to be doing much. We sat in the car, tense. I looked over my shoulder, and saw the red pinto drive up behind us. Richard Dreyfuss had this ugly smile on his face. He didn't see me, but I could see him, and the young man sitting next to him in the passenger's seat of his car. I knew then that the policewomen were helping him look for our car.

We somehow made it to our home - it was a white condominium type building, with a staircase leading up from the carport to the house. On the way up, I set up an alarm system on the steps, so that he couldn't follow us. Outside, across the street, the red pinto parked. Dreyfuss called our house, and said he was going to get me. I watched him get out of the car, and start up the steps. He set off the alarm, which brought out all the neighbors. He then started crying about how someone had rigged his own steps to go off, and demanded to know who would be so cruel to an old man.

"All I want to do is go into my house," he said sadly, but I knew he was lying and that he was trying to turn the neighborhood against us. He started shouting for the "hoodlums" upstairs to come down, so I did. A man was standing next to my gate, who looked tired.

"Ella re," I said in Greek, and everyone on the street chuckled. "Kalisperasis," I said to the man in a tired voice, nonchalant.
"Kalisperasis," he said, and then I could hear him thinking - what is this old man's problem? And then I realized that I was a better actress than Richard Dreyfuss, and I pretended to be confused.
"But, this is my house," I said. "I set up the burglar alarm. Are you sure you're not confused, sir?" Everyone nodded. Richard Dreyfuss looked like he was going to skin me alive. I knew he was waiting till his lady cop friends arrived, so I started to ask my neighbors if anyone knew him. They didn't, but they remembered me.

Richard Dreyfus had to leave!


At least, that's what I think happened, because my dog woke me up at this point. I remember it all sort of starting falling apart once I decided to have an "act off" with stalker Richard Dreyfuss...strange

Also, I don't know why Freida Pinto was there - maybe it was a subliminal link to the word "pinto."


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Fragments from later - after my dog woke me up at 5am


I was on a runway, to fly a fighter jet. I pushed the throttle forward, and started racing down the runway. Then, at the last moment, I pulled back on the throttle. I decided I didn't want to fly the plane after all.

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Morgan Freeman? He was working in a DMV under an assumed name

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A medieval war. I was angry that our side was being blackmailed into surrendering, so I broke an arrow in half and slammed it into the opposing general's shoulder. Then I jumped up to a balcony....

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Oceans F-4

Start of dream: A "Lord of the Rings" style woods. I was being tracked by an assassin, but we knew this and were prepping for it, Fellowship style (that is, fighting and training). I found myself in a port city, with Merry, selling food and tobacco to sailors for cash. We were bartering. But that sense of being followed was still with me.

We took a "wrong" turn (in that I don't really remember how we got there from the boats), and wound up in a canyon which looked a little like Petra, except there was access to the sea. The water was this beautiful shade of green...I could see the person stalking me now - a figure in a blue oriental mask. The figure was perched in a tree with no leaves.

There was an elevator in the rock face. I got on, and when the doors opened I was in a hotel lobby, where there was a modern art show going on. There was a giant rainbow ball made of fiberglass cords, and there was a crowd moving through the area. I walked through the lobby, down an underground parking garage/hallway thing, and found myself on a tarmac at night.

The airport looked empty, and I suddenly had this great idea to take a joy ride on the F-4 Phantom. I had a remote control that would let me steer the planes, and I remember thinking that I could just steer the F-4 and not get into it. But the F-4 was a lot harder to control than a simple prop plane, and I almost rammed it into a fuel tanker. So I climbed out of my trainer plane and ran over to the F-4. I think my nephew was with me. I thought I could just drive the Phantom around a little, and no one would know because it was empty, but as I started to climb into the plane, I saw a hanger open not too far away, revealing a full military parade! Then an air show started - the F-22A Raptor was being towed in front of me.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I kept repeating to myself, hopping in the Phantom. Trying not to get busted, I decided to park the plane on the other side of this chain link fence which separated the base from everything else. I did so, as one would a rental car.

"Bravo, Bravo. Identify yourself," said the radio. Off in the "distance" (fourth wall stuff), I could hear voices arguing about who was in the F-4, demands for attack, and lots of military lingo. I was tempted to say my name, and that they shouldn't worry because I wasn't stealing the airplane, only borrowing it. But instead I climbed out and took off across the desert-like tarmac back to the underground parking structure/hallway place. I didn't want to get caught. There I found my dad. I told him what had happened.

"Shit hot," he said. Then I felt handcuffs around my wrists, and two military officers were at my shoulders. I was under arrest, and they started leading me away. I kept telling them that I wasn't trying to break any laws, and that I wasn't stealing, but they didn't believe me. I was strangely euphoric through this whole section. I felt like I knew I was going to get caught all along, so getting caught didn't matter. It wasn't serious, like they were making it out to be. Before being put in prison, they stopped at a Starbucks which sold strawberries. Then I think they put me in a holding cell.


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I feel like there was a gift store moment in between all this - like an old Cracker Barrel style gift store. They wanted me to buy something (a throw?) but I decided not to.

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This dream ended rather abruptly - I woke up with no help at 6:39am, feeling that same sense of calm and slight euphoria. Then I couldn't believe I had tried to joyride a military jet. Overall, even with the first part of the dream being fantasy, the second part held the bigger emotional weight I suppose. Interesting that my dream self looked at incarceration as inevitable, and was nonplussed about being carted away.


I know - I've not been a good with the updates. I've been dreaming, then chronicling them in my paper journal. I will try to do better at putting them here as well.