Dream Journal
June 17, 1997
I’m a young boy, adopted by a Native American tribe in their arid lands. One day my blonde, blue-eyed parents, brother, and sister return to me. A nasty fight with the tribe ensues, where I try to defend my original family while my tribe tries to slaughter them. There’s a lot of blood and my little brother and I get run through by a 7-foot fork.
Then there’s a big dramatic burial ceremony where the body is pressed into the earth in the front yard of Blaine House. The hole is 6-7 feet deep and bright red with blood. The tribe spray-paints it blue, then gets in and goes through these elaborate rites to free the soul and say goodbye to all the memories of who they were and where they lived.
There is very often a journey to Blaine House in my dreams — driving past the soccer fields and stopping at convenience stores and the mall on the way, all of which I did last night.
At one point, I must have been in a movie store because I was looking at this Star Trek VHS tape, and fell into it. The setting was very much like a space station. It was a lot more intense than the actual movie. There were more weapons, including wave guns that disrupted you and knocked you over. Strangely, I saw the holographic spirits of the dead from the last dream. There were shapeshifters and androids and lots of intense action.
Past Life Tribe: Is this a past life memory? Interestingly, I just read of a number of tribal cultures which, when a member of their tribe dies, go through elaborate rituals to scare their spirit off or hide from it by moving or changing their names.
Memory Impinging on Fantasy Rote: Going to video rental stores became a regular thing during my later years at Blaine House. The Star Trek scene was most likely me unwittingly using a movie box as a gateway. Imagine me standing in front of a video box, just staring, lost in a dream about it. The strangely sober and real story of the tribe from the earlier dream stuck with me and these “ghosts” returned through my memory, which I interpreted within the context of the new Star Trek story.
I consider this a video rote because it’s actually a video tape I’m focusing on, meaning it’s a story rote, even though I enter it through the cover.
Character Inhabitation: Notice how I begin with “I’m a young boy”. I’m someone else in the beginning. Once he dies, I jump out again and write “the body is pressed into the earth”.