Dream Journal
June 5, 2000
I’m at a familiar dream school. It is a good, quality school — unlike the Dark Tower. I have a regular class schedule and memories of many days there. Rebecca is there as well. There is a crossroads at a walkway where in the past I have gone to meet Bethany. I am heading to a class when I notice someone that looks like Bethany walking in another direction. It looks as if her face is behind a veil or plastic sheet but as I look (project?) it becomes clearly her. There is a mutual recognition and I tell her we have to run off and find a private room somewhere where we can talk, because if Rebecca saw us together she’d flip out.
So we peek into all these music practice rooms but there are people in them. Finally we find an empty one and sit down at a table. There is a row of glass display boxes there. We talk, and the topic turns to Rebecca, and a big intricate golden machine before us that represents her. As I looked on in admiration, Bethany understood my attraction to her. But then she said something about some imperfection. Now the machine is actually Rebecca, who opens the door and starts yelling at Bethany about Bethany’s own imperfections. This is a little odd . . . maybe I’m crossing scenes but I run off to Rebecca, who is out in the courtyard. She calmly explains that she knew Bethany was at that school and that we’d probably meet up sometime. I’m relieved that there’s no anger about it. She found Bethany less threatening than she thought.
Later there’s a part of the dream where there’s some trouble and Bethany sends out this psychic eye thing and that impresses Rebecca.
Projection: This was very odd, to catch the unclear face that turned into Bethany’s. It seems clear I was projecting onto a figure that was already there. If I’d projected the whole figure, it would have come into being completed. So was this someone I was mistaking for Bethany? The mutual recognition could easily just be her projecting someone else onto me as well.
Or, it could have really been her, and I was projecting my memory of how she looked onto how she presently looked. It’s known we appear to someone in the way they remember us.
The Intricate Machine: How odd that Rebecca was represented by an intricate golden machine. The drawing I made suggests some sort of clockwork brass instrument, which fits with the musical practice room scene.
In this case, the representation turns into the real Rebecca when she gets emotionally triggered.
A Distant Friend: Bethany and I tried to remain friends after the break-up. It didn’t really pan out in waking life but in the dream world I visit her from time to time. It’s hard to know if this was really her.