Dream Journal

I’m dreaming that Rebecca and I are on an early AM trip to do some shopping in an area a bit northwest of downtown Atlanta. It dawns on me that it’s before work, a weird time to shop, but realize we have several hours (somehow knowing the right time of night). MY quest is to stop by a comics store (or two — I see a second one when we arrive).

I peruse the comics, which are all strange, including “Marvel Kay,” about a superhero family of four (incidentally I’ve been playing a game called Legend of Kay in waking life, but not in a couple of days, and the comic has no other similarity with it than the name). Then I check for Magic and other cards. I saw a familiar (in dreams only) light blue and purple series I wasn’t too interested in, and then another box. It’s not Magic but another game I like from dreams with big beautiful pictures. But they were all opened and the cards’ values were totaled so each had a unique price but all were around $9.23 or so. Too expensive! The store had these elaborate statues in one corner — I thought one was a sculpture I made in high school but it turned out to be different. They all had a clear contoured glassy outer coating around them — thought forms caught in the action of forming. Each was about 1.5–2 feet long and .5–1 feet tall. They were various shapes — like a combination of a monster/dragon head and a space ship. Later when I came back to them, they had grown into odd “gaming machines.” Each had a 70s style base unit, and a rod coming up suspending a large ship/space station thing.

Then I must have gone down to the basement, and it was slightly darker down there. One guy was there and he let me demo this telescope thing that turned out to be one of the game stations. It didn’t turn out to do much since we were in the basement and couldn’t see far. I put it away. Then on the way up I realized I was only wearing boxers! I rationalized that I must have left my shirt and shorts somewhere. It was really junky down there, so it wasn’t hard for me to start finding clothes everywhere. I found my exact swim shorts on the stairs, but knew I wasn’t wearing those — so they must have been the store owner’s. Then I saw three more pairs like it. Downstairs and around the corner were button-up shirts, and a few seemed familiar. Then I saw my green boxers and was really confused. A friendly fellah came downstairs to help and now Rebecca was with me (another insertion from waking life, perhaps) and we quizzed him, “Is this shirt yours? I have one exactly like it.”

I knew when he arrived that the guy was going to take us somewhere, and he did. We found ourselves in a lovely little town in northwest Atlanta. The city center was busy with people shopping and eating. The sky was pale gray-blue. Colors were more intense. We traveled past the downtown area, peering in restaurants, and down a street into the neighborhood. I think this was the second house we visited but I don’t recall the first. Rebecca and I pulled up to a woman and man who just got out of their house. I heard her think “Oh no, an audition?” which is a joke from a movie I saw a week ago. I saw myself getting out of the car for a moment. I looked like a cross between myself and Javier from Felicity, which I’ve been watching. I was sorta.. hard to describe.. more balding. We asked her about the neighborhood and she relaxed and told us it was nice. She got excited and turned to her husband who had gone into the garage. He emerged holding two pies — a strawberry pie and then a blueberry crust that he smashed a blueberry whip cream pie onto. They let us have some of the latter, then he got giddy and he threw the first pie at her head. Fruit and crust everywhere.

Rebecca and I were near the entrance of the caul-de-sac, smiling. I noticed the perfectly clean air and wonderful breeze. “We should add this area to our home search,” I said. We returned to town and sat at an outdoor table by a restaurant. There were tons of people at other tables, talking, shopping, all adding to a background crowd babble. And then it happened. Everyone finished their sentence at the same moment and STOPPED TALKING. Within moments it became dead silent. I felt this VERY strange dizzy feeling in my stomach. Others’ perplexed looks made me think they felt it, too. I fell from my chair to my knees. What was this? Was gravity changing? Had the world stopped turning? Some sort of radiation? Then I came from full REM to waking in a matter of seconds, and STILL have the feeling right now. Did something big just happen?!

References: Magic The Gathering is a collectible card game. Felicity is a TV show.