TOW 		             
Dreaming; Night of
December 15, 1984
       8:38              1The setting of this dream was like late-nineteenth, early-twentieth century England. I was the son of a man (played by the wrestler Jim Duggan) with many troubles. I had a mother and sister and maybe a brother (none from real life). As a result of some problems of some sort, my father decided to leave. I found out what he was doing and followed him all the way to the shipyard, pleading with him to stay. He left. After a time (perhaps a year or two), in which my family suffered a number of problems for lack of a man in the family (which, in those times, was of course a necessity). Finally, one day, in the midst of some trouble, he returned, regretful and determined. Seconds after I saw him and spoke briefly with him, the family was attacked by a tiger. We were at the dock area and split up, going into hiding. After a bit, in circumstances I now forget, my father went out to save us by fighting the tiger. I just knew that he would now die just as we were being reunited, but he got the tiger safely, and we all went joyously home—to live happily ever after. This dream was just like a period movie; I had no concept of myself as me, only as the character of the son. The same holds true for all the other characters, there was no tie-in between them and any "real" people; they were complete entities all of their own. Else in middle. (G)
     2I somehow, for some forgotten reason, arrived with my car at a large house, the driveway of which was filled with about 20 other cars. There was a love interest here—a girl who lived with her large family in the house; it was, I believe, her that in some manner I had come to see. I was not well-received by the family, which influenced her cool reception of me. She was in some kind of trouble which I wanted to help her with (I don't remember now exactly what it was) but her family refused to allow me to become involved. They were a very odd lot; I would not be surprised if they were into witchcraft, although I don't remember if they were or not. After much occurrence, I was told to leave and decided that, there being little else I could do, I would. I went outside, but my car was gone. I was mad now, because I knew that one of her family was responsible. I forced my way inside, making accusations which were ignored. I made my way through the spooky house to a telephone, on which I tried to call the police. (Somewhere about this time, it seems like I got a phone call from V, no less. I don't remember the how or why of it though.) I could not get it to work properly for a while (psychic interference?), but I finally got through to the operator and told her I needed the police. I didn't know the address of the place I was at and no one would tell me, so I told the operator to trace the call, upon which the family attacked me, trying to hang up the receiver before the call could be traced. I must have fought them off long enough, however, for the next thing I remember is talking to the policeman. I told him that they had stolen my car, upon which they took him outside and, lo and behold, my car had returned! I managed though to at least partially convince the cop that my story was true, based on various discrepancies. Else. (G)