Dream Journal
January 5, 1997 @ Nap, 4:30 PM
Rebecca was defending herself in a court case in a medieval village. At her request, it was being held on a platform in a marketplace in front of a crowd of hundreds of people. Her family and friends were there, including a whole bunch of jokesters.
There was much excitement when the prosecution arrived. The woman filing the complaint was moved out of a huge vehicle by hordes of doctors, nurses, and people dressed in white. It was absurd!
The defense’s preparations were extensive but their arguments were insane. Rebecca’s only statement in her defense was to simply sit in front of a marker board that had various things written on it, including “I am a walked-upon lizard” and “dirt-covered, they take advantage of me,” intended to invoke pity. I actually let out a laugh in shock and amazement when I saw it, then covered my mouth. Other arguments for the defense included a man in brown, who when questioned on his occupation, said he was “the friendlian,” stressing it loudly so all could hear, and giving a fake smile. There were songs and dances and rude interruptions and shouts of support from Rebecca’s friends. After a while I was so shocked that I leaned over to Rebecca and her dad and gave them a firm piece of my mind, saying how perhaps they could win an award with this absurd performance, but never the case. I said it was very funny, but a very expensive joke. I remember their shocked expressions and then I was thrown out of the marketplace.
I wandered about, and began opening boxes. Then the castle was attacked by a horde of Native Americans. As a huge cannon ball rolled past me, I asked “But how could bow and arrow and axe defeat a huge castle with armor, metal, and cannons?”
Suddenly I am in a convenience store. I’m a boy, reading a pamphlet on a special display about that very battle. I look up to my mother for answers. She explains: “The mortar that built the castle (the metal rods through the stones) could only hold so much weight. The castle was overpopulated with so many people that the steel came out and part of it collapsed.” She accidentally bumped the cardboard display and the far wall piece fell over. “Kinda like that,” she said, smiling.
Exiting a Gateway: Already in a rote as a little boy in a convenience store, I originally went in to the medieval scene through a pamphlet and only remembered my return. This exiting out of the story to ask a question about it reminds me of the Princess Bride. The classics, as always, reference higher truths.
Performance: People may come to a scene with their own individual context, seeing the events from totally different perspectives. The strong reaction I got from Rebecca’s family was likely due to this. Perhaps they were watching a lighthearted comedy routine, while I was seeing it as a court case with serious consequences. My waking self was engaged and reacting with anger, which was inappropriate in their context.