Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Dream Diary 111614: My Comic Book Pages and an Old Friend Escapes Judgement

I am viewing comic book pages that I have drawn. I notice a preponderance of long vertical panels and long horizontal pages. All of the pages exhibit a fine line contour work with lots of detail. Most of the pages are various states of completion ranging from pencils only to full color digital. They are from many different stories ranging from the mundane to the taboo. I am going to show them to several old female friends but I am fearful of their reaction to one of the taboo stories it involves something sexual? Something dark about my beliefs?

We all move into a large auditorium. It is dark. There are many people in seats already. They are viewing a slideshow? A movie? All of the people there are older and moneyed. My friends and I are all cramped on one side of the theatre just beyond the seats. I have my pages with me. We are all younger versions of ourselves. We are waiting for our turn to sit? I try to change into a better shirt , a sweater but there isn't much room and it is difficult. My friends get seats before I do.

Everyone is waiting for the show to begin. There is some kind of delay with the projector? Someone asked me if I will display my work in the interim. My friends are gone. I mention that I only have these pages with me and most of them are incomplete. They do not mind. As they begin setting up a specific projector for what I have with me I begin to explain my work to the lady who asked me to show my work. Not having a “real” statement prepared, I rattle off some bullshit about trying to connect fine art and sequential art. I don't believe it, why should she? She is shadowy and nearly incorporeal, not really a person at all. I struggle to get my pages in order.

I standing on a bridge leading into a castle. An old male friend is dressed as a pirate. He is surrounded by constabulary. He is being judged for a crime, Thievery? Piracy? They judged him and move on. He is to be hanged? Incarcerated? As he is judged another friend's Chihuahua runs out of the castle and across the fountain pool / moat and out. I step out of the entryway and the castle becomes a suburban house with a well kept sloping front yard. I follow my old male friend down and around to the side of the house.

He and a handsome african american man are building a barrel and a wooden crate from slated pieces of wood. I am attracted to the african american man. They are both still dressed as pirates. They are planning an escape. I am not exactly sure of their plans, but I know it involves their constructions. One of them is going to hide in the barrel?  The african american man goes around to the front of the house again. I fly up to the height of the building to see if I can follow him.

I am distracted as I am telling my older friend about a powerful story from medieval times? called “The Power and The Glory”? It is a tragedy of taboo acts and dark obsession. In the story, a queen is having incestuous relations with her son, the king, who is in turn having incestuous homosexual relations with a cousin? younger brother? and they all die in the end. I recommend to my friend that all first semester college students should read the book for its profundity. I feel that the story is relevant to their age and will “prepare” them.

I follow my older male friend around to the front of the house. He is now wearing a fetish gear police uniform, all black with a shiny metal badge. He is preparing for travel. I see the african american man again. He is with his children, a young boy and a young girl. They are happy and smiling. I am trying to delay my old male friend. He is preparing to leave without his wife. I feel desperate and clingy. There is something in the landscaping that is very distracting.

I wake.

NOTE:  When I had this dream I was not aware of Graham Greene's novel The Power and the Glory.

Friday, November 14, 2014

Dream Diary 111014: Drag Queens and Squalor

I enter a large cluttered room in an old building. Everything is old, dusty, and worn. My first thought is of decay. The room looks like what might happen if an antique store were abandoned for years.  As I enter, a young smiling African American man hands me a polished knife with a black handle from a drawer and tells me to use my knife to lock the door. He and his friend go upstairs.

I have my own knife strapped to my calf.  It is a large shiny hunting knife with a light wooden handle and polished steel accents. I use the knife he gave me to lock the door. It is tricky.  There is no handle to the door but a hole with a rotating lock mechanism inside. After several tries I get the mechanism to lock into place.

I understand that this building is a kind of temporary lodging for those who have none, the downtrodden. There are several floors above this room with rooms like a hotel.  There are several young gay men hanging out by a group of three dilapidated couches. They are talkative with each other and very animated.  I try to ask them about the rooms upstairs where I can put my stuff but they do not seem to understand what I am saying. It is as though they do not understand the words room or space.  I sit on a chair and pull a cover over me. I am cold.

Each of the boys leaves the space in turn and returns dressed in stylish drag. In the end, they are all dressed in solid white drag with true blue accents: pale white makeup with blue eyeshadow and blue lipstick, chiffon platinum white bouffant and beehive hairstyles each with a single blue stripe, sparkling sequined white dresses with blue shoes and blue nail polish. They take turns posing with each other.  They are fishing for a specific complement but I'm not exactly sure what they want me to tell them so I say that they all look fabulous. That seems to satisfy them.

I wake

Sunday, November 09, 2014

Dream Diary 102414: Slaveries

I am on a hill near the facade of a movie theatre. I look down towards the theatre and see a woman driving a car very quickly. An old friend is in her path and she hits him.  He is on her hood for a distance and then she stops and he slides off and skids across the asphalt.  I run down and call her a very bad name.  She looks at me like - who do you think you are!?  I give her the finger as I pass.

I rush past her to my friend. He seems unharmed. He has changed since I saw him last. He is dressed in goth style with blue highlights in his hair with very pale makeup. His eyes are small and red. They look slightly swollen so that he cannot see at properly. This woman is his girl friend.  He acts like everything is okay despite what just happened.

Then I am in an enclosed cage area inside a building.  It looks like the interior of a warehouse with lots of concrete and chain link fencing all around.  Young men have been kidnapped and forced into prostitution.  They are being trained to become mercenary spies / bodyguards for hire.  This is where their personalities are broken down.  The space where they are being kept is very small.  There are ten to twelve men in the space.  It is dark and there are no windows.  The boys have paired off to comfort each other.


There is a man with me.  His groin in close to my face.  I'm having a strange sensation in my legs. The man tells me it is the twins, an electric mirror energy. I perform a sex act with the man until completion.  My friends enter the door and see all this as it is happening.

I wake.

Saturday, November 08, 2014

Dream Diary 110314: House to River, Snakes to Trees

I am flying unimpeded in a clear sky.  Suddenly I am inside an old house.  It is fully furnished in period style - late nineteen hundreds to early twentieth century.  It is a college dormitory?  I am trying to find someone or something in the building.  I pass a room where there is a young blonde woman reading.  It is her dorm room?  I cannot find what I am looking for nor can I find a way out of the building.

I know that I am in a dream and that if I can just get to open sky I can fly once again.  I go back to the room with the the young blonde woman and step in.  She immediately asks who I am.  I lie and tell her my name is Ann.  I explain that I am here accidentally and that I just want to leave.  I tell her that I do not mean any harm, I just want to exit via the window.  She is nonplussed and agitated.  She threatens to go gather authorities.  I tell her to do so if she must but that I will be gone when she returns.  I move past her to the window.

There are several screens and storm windows on top of the regular window.  I have difficulty getting them open, but soon I force them and am free.  I fly out, but immediately I fall into a swampy river.  There are lily pads everywhere.  I see the opposite bank and focus on getting to it.  I become aware of movement behind me.  It is a large snake - a boa constrictor?  I kick it hard in the head and it backs off.  I continue to swim.  I cannot get up enough momentum to fly out of the water.  A second snake appears and I deal with it the same way as the first but there is a brief moment where I am unsure if it is poisonous.

I climb the opposite embankment of the river and climb into field beyond.  There are large old trees there and the ground is covered in a golden weed that resembles wheat.   The large old trees look somewhat like old oaks.  I know that the trees are some other species but I know not what kind.  There is a strong wind.  I stand in the middle of the field and take flight.

I wake.

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Dream Diary 110214: Darkness and Zombies

It is night in a large metropolitan cityscape.  It is very dark and difficult to see.  The power is out?  We are standing in front of a large three story house.  The house is an older style with a large wrap around porch.  The house has a set of stairs that leads up into the living room from the porch area, but also down into a carport / garage that is part of the basement.  Some of us are sitting on the steps and others are standing in front of the house.

There are zombies are on the next street down rioting.  We can hear them.  We are safe but only for the moment.  Some people are treating it like fun and are going to run around the block to see what they can see.   I know the danger here and am becoming very worried.  There is a solid white dog that will not sit still.  It runs around nervously.  It is part German shepherd?  part retriever?  I'm afraid that it will begin barking and draw the zombies toward us but it never does.

It becomes clear that the zombies are coming our way.  I try to get everyone into the house.  There is a child?  A slender lady is smoking - I tell her she can hang in the doorway until we are ready to enter that way she won't get smoke in the house.  There is an elderly man who is sick sitting in a recliner in the carport / garage.  He is on oxygen?  He cannot move quickly.

One of the people who had thought it was all fun returns through the carport / garage door.  He is high and absent minded and leaves the door open.  A zombie immediately follows right behind him into the carport.  I am holding a pillow.  I don't have a weapon and there isn't anything nearby to use.  I manage to get the door closed and I'm holding the zombie at bay with the pillow by covering the zombie's head and face.

I can barely see the zombie's face.  It's very dark.  I do not know if I have it completely covered with the pillow.  I am afraid I am going to get bitten.  The carport has an open area on the side I manage to toss the zombie out and over the bushes.  It will not be able to get back in because of the angle.  I note that the zombie is very light and easy to lift.  I try to get everyone up the stairs and inside the house.

I wake.

Wednesday, November 05, 2014

From the Archives: Pharoah of Sickles

The Prince of Sickles transforms into the Pharaoh of Sickles.  The ends of the separated sickles have become completely polarized.  His feet, the symbols of grounding, have taken on the color of temperance, light violet.  Significant color changes indicate a new understanding and a change of element.  The wings have become more symbolic than functional as the pharaoh steps out of air and into water.

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