TOW 		             
Dreaming; Night of
June 19, 1987
       9:23              2My family was on a trip in Mexico (I think). We stopped at a little store, and M, who had been wanting some good bananas, bought a couple of Chiquita bananas on display. I was a little disgusted that she didn't realize that brand name fruit would be the same everywhere and that she should have held out for local fruit. I was the last one to leave the store; everyone else had already gotten back in the car. As I returned the sharp knife that we had borrowed to cut the bananas to the woman who ran the store, her husband yelled and jumped into the doorway, blocking my way. I was immediately on the defensive, but it turned out that he was disciplining a dog and not attacking me. I went out and got in the car, and we were driving off when the woman ran out, gesturing frantically at us. I figured out that she was saying she'd lost a finger and thought we had (or had taken) it. We drove around the dirt parking lot wildly, trying to get away from the crazy woman. At the same time, we looked around the car for the finger, with no success. Finally, we took off. Earlier in this dream, I used some Spanish to communicate. Shift. (H)
     3This one started when I somehow came into the possession of an unusual spray nozzle. Although it wasn't connected to anything, it produced a very strong and seemingly endless stream when squeezed. I was able to hit people from a great distance and the liquid seemed to be fatal. I could also use the nozzle to float upward; by pointing it down and squeezing it now and then, I could stay up in the air for a long time. After disposing of several school busloads of people (this seemed a thing which needed doing), I began to come under attack. I decided to float higher in the air and managed to get up over the roof of the second story of a house, from where I had a good view of the entire neighborhood. I saw a number of people about whom I figured were trying to stop me, and I sprayed as many of them as I could. While I was thus distracted, a guy managed to sneak up behind me and get right on my tail, using an unknown flotation system. I tried to escape him, but I saw that it was no use, that my nozzle was giving out on me. I started to drop and caught a tiny window on the second story of the house. The guy didn't see me and went off somewhere. I broke the window pane (which measured about a foot by six inches) and somehow got inside. At this point, I lost my sense of me, becoming an observer, and a narrator's voice came on. He was evidently discussing creatures like me (ghosts? gremlins?) in general and me in particular. He said that I stayed in this house for a good while, feeding off the family without their knowing it, and then went off in search of greener pastures. (G)