Dream Journal

Wow, this one was very cool. I had a room in Tank. I don’t recall knowing my roommates. Rebecca was there at times, though I had to really pull her. There was a lava pool in the back yard. It was squarish, with constantly moving red and yellow lava. At one point it was spitting red coals up through the ground, many of which went over to the neighbor’s house. I went over there and told a boy not to touch them. Little by little the lava spread, and then it really began to flow. It flowed down the alley leading to the neighbor’s house. It went into the back yard in thick sheets and I yelled at a man and the butler to watch out. They were most assuredly thought-forms, though, as they were almost like vacant balloons, animated only by my expectations. One just let the lava take him — just didn’t even notice. After the lava had flowed over the butler’s foot, his colors began swirling and melting into it. As the lava rose, he melted into it, becoming of the same semisolid amorphous flowing, stretching substance.

So my housemates had sealed up the lava hole and I said “No! That’s a bad idea! It’ll build up pressure and BLOW!” As I said BLOW, it did (talk about the power of suggestion). It flowed and filled the lower levels of the house and the back yard. It was really deep (6 feet in the back yard) and the top turned dark gray as if cooled. We ran out onto it. I discovered that when I took big leaping strides, the lava pushed me up into the air with big waves. We played there. Further out in the cooling lava were holes. They had this green haze within and this reflective liquid. I didn’t want to fall in. This was where Rebecca’s dream crossing happened (see below).

Then I realized the whole house was buried in lava and that Foundations was lost. I got sad and distracted for a while but Rebecca reminded me that our friends had copies. I saw the result of the lava from the front street. It had filled in a perfect rectangle of our house’s property. Now I’m thinking — such potential, such thought-reactive stuff, and a brick of stone is what we make?

And get this! At the same time, Rebecca dreamed she was standing over a grate and looking down into a flowing greenish river in these dark sky lands and it was really creepy. That’s how I described the holes in the lava! This seemed like a random appearance in her dreams as the rest of her dreams were so depressing. Then, soon after this crossover scene, she returned to her dreams.

AND it was at this time that I began thinking about the loss of Foundations, as my physical self stirred, brought forward by her mood or her physical waking presence in bed with me. That self reminded me of the physical repercussions of the lava flow and what I must have lost. But before this, the dream lacked all waking-life seriousness.

References: Tank is a co-op in Oberlin.