Dream Journal
September 19, 2009
I’m the only groomsman at Cathy’s wedding. There are no bridesmaids either. Just me. It’s in southwest Minnesota. I’m following them around for the ceremony. They get in position, with me next to her beefy bearded husband. Everything’s rocking a little and I stumble. The husband turns around and yells at me, “Why did you push me?” I see us on a boat — the cause of the rocking. “Why didn’t you shave closer?” he says. I say “I don’t get as close a shave as some people.” Then he asks another pushy question. I ask him if he wants me to leave. He says yes. I walk away.
There’s a lot of people all around, but not a typical wedding audience. One way leads to “the mall” and there are all these fancy concentric-circle food dishes. I start to dig in. Then I think the alarm goes off (in the waking world).
Next, I’m sitting against a wall. Cathy and her husband are across the way. He feels bad and indicates that he’s sending me a text with his phone. I wait and wait and then it arrives on my phone. It’s a movie of Cathy and him biking fast on these narrow cliff paths in another country, by the sea. It’s dry and there are people around. Soon I am with them in the scene and I thrill at the ride.
Eventually we end up at a tall Victorian house on the rocks and go inside. The feel is kind of steam punk, like the movie Wild Wild West. There are lots of prostitutes sleeping in narrow shelves up the wall, some with babies. There’s a pharmacy and since it’s the past now, maybe 1920s or 1900s, I’m looking for interesting banned products. I find something: xlth. . . . Soon it breaks out into a wild adventure with evil cannons on the cliffside and attacking forces and breaking into the upper levels of the house.
Modern Gateways: This is my first time catching a rote in the form of a video text (though there have been more since)! His video text acted as the gateway to the rote. I went into it and experienced it with them, or possibly as one of them.
Of course the phone and the video text are rationalizations of Cathy’s husband directly sending me a rote.
Rationalization: I’m not sure what the rocking was, but both Cathy’s husband and I felt it, and I rationalized it as a boat, which it clearly wasn’t because as soon as it wasn’t needed anymore, the scene returned to being the building it was before.
Lost in the Rote: It begins as a rote of Cathy and him biking by the sea. But after we get to the steampunk Victorian house, my interest in finding currently banned drugs within the pharmacy turns it into a fantasy dream of my own.