Dream Journal
May 21, 2003
I was walking along with Rebecca by these scattered buildings. It was like a college campus or neighborhood with few roads. I see this swirling dusty wind near all these people, and I turn off on my own down the sidewalk to take a closer look. It’s a defined area of wind, rushing about this way and that, and in the middle is a fist-sized purple vortex, shaped like a little tornado. It stays roughly in the same spot, shifting only slightly in the swirling dusty wind. I try to jump into it, but it swirls out of my reach, difficult to connect with.
Up ahead is another one. This one is blue and larger, about the size of a hard-cover book. The people are a bit shocked that I’m here, but I play with it, push it around. I walk out of the dusty wind over to Angie by a gazebo. She may have talked to me about two Anime DVDs here (see below). But then she somehow releases color into the air. It is only color when concentrated. In the wind it’s invisible, but soon a small vortex of that color appears — it’s a dark pink-purple and not as solid as the others. I can tell its direction of rotation more easily: counterclockwise if viewed from above. Continuity break. . . . I am outside of Angie’s house, which has a green cartoony door. I become the door and flip around as I move into the house. This pleases the watchers because it is unique, because the story is taking a unique turn. When I become the door, my perspective changes to being above the house, looking down at a cut-away of the rooms, but focused on the room the door is in. As the door, I jump onto a wall where hinges are barely visible, then open, and then jump off into the next room. A few rooms later, I am myself again and discover that Angie has my things.
Angie reveals her plot. She had planted the idea of the two Anime DVDs earlier so I’d buy them. Then she somehow stole them from me but made me think I still had them. They are now in her room, along with three boxes. I had been filling out forms for what appeared to be fan clubs. Now she said she’d use those against me, tell people I was crazy for girls’ cartoons. I wanted to find the Muramase, the sword in the oblong box, so I could hurt her. I became aware of Rebecca in the room — probably a crossover of the physical room I slept in, and decided to tell her the whole story. Now here my perspective in Angie’s house is joined to myself in the physical bedroom.
Angie and I apparently exit to a hallway in Northtown Mall, and we have words. I call her Megan, and at times she appears like this emotionally twisted blonde character from 6 Feet Under. I follow her out to the sidewalk. It’s night. I am watching myself yell at her from the doorway. She turns and walks away and I see myself kick her in the arm. She drops her purse and stumbles. She sends a kick back my way. It weakly connects. I watch the other me chase her around the parking lot kicking and hitting her and I decide it’s time to intercede. I walk calmly and steadily towards them, without emotion. They are running all over, but I eventually reach myself and hold myself back, realizing the strangeness of the situation. I calm myself and send myself away, then look at Angie with a half-smile because I just saved her from myself. She had dropped some batteries from one of her grocery bags in the tussle and I point it out. She snatches them up saying “very nice” angrily, then gets into her car and leaves, I think.
References: 6 Feet Under is a TV series. Northtown was my local mall. Muramase is a combination of the evil Muramasa blades and the good Masamune blades of Japanese folklore.
The Inhabited: This dream is very revealing. We can clearly delineate myself as the dreamer from the character I’m inhabiting in the story rote. The way the character is acting is very unlike me. This is a story about someone other than me, but the main character is male and told from the perspective of the male, so I was initially experiencing it from that perspective.
I was passively inhabiting the main character until his behavior became unacceptable to me, and so I jumped out. Then I intervened as myself to stop the action because what the character was doing was so disturbing to me.
The Color Vortices: I don’t often see little vortexes like this, especially colored ones. Note how Angie releases color into the air that concentrates into a vortex — the color is an expression of emotion that creates a rote. I approach it to examine the rotation, and there’s a continuity break as I enter into it. Monroe and Seth both describe these communications as thought balls that one emits that can be lived through by another as a full, vivid experience.
The Door and Watchers: Who are the watchers? Who is watching me in the rote?
Michael Roads writes of an interaction with a wind spirit, in which he merges with it and experiences becoming various things, and the wind spirit shares in his experiences (see “Tours of Becoming” in attention.php). Here I am interacting with winds, and the continuity break likely signals my entering a rote. Perhaps they are the watchers?
The Troubled Blonde: The female character is a conglomeration of people I know that mean “blonde, female love interests (maybe with issues)”. Angie and Megan were both girlfriends I dated for a short term in college. The blonde from 6 Feet Under had serious emotional issues and was briefly a girlfriend to the main character. I was using characters I was familiar with to convey the character in the rote as closely to my experience as it could.