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Dreaming; Night of
April 26, 1985 |
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6:41 |
2I was staying in a small, old-fashioned wood house in some place like Mexico with some people. Stuff happened. Then I found a novel and began to read it (as I read it, I saw what was happening as if watching a movie or, actually, shifting to another dream). It started off looking like it might be an old "Monster in the Monastery" black-and-white-type movie (book), but soon changed to a color Western-type, although it was actually neither, more a combination of both. I found myself in an old stone gaol, from which a friend and I escaped, with the aid of a midget. Out on the dusty street, I saw someone coming up on horse- (or mule-) back. I looked closer and saw that it was my father. He looked much thinner, had a beard, and looked very strong and "westerny." He told me in a fierce undertone not to talk to him, like I wasn't supposed to have seen him there, and rode on, followed by Gringo (his dog), whom he called by name. Then we went into a small room in a type of hotel to get some sort of information from someone. There was a lump in the bed which turned out to be a woman. Her suicide note to her boyfriend was on the cover, along with a wad of strange bills. I had just skimmed through the note and glanced at the money, when a big guy came in. It was the boyfriend, and I handed him the money, saying, "I believe this is yours?" Then we heard an ominous tapping sound at a door to the left out in the hall outside the room of the dead woman. The ex-boyfriend guy ran out into the hall to investigate, and was ambushed from behind by about three guys. He broke free and ran back into the room with my friend and I (and maybe the midget). The guy who had made the initial noise came from the other way and struggled his way through the door and into the room (he was truly massive!). Our guy attacked him, but was quickly knocked out by the big guy, whose friends merely stood by and watched. The rest of us prepared ourselves to meet an attack, but the big guy said that his contract (not his exact words) had been on that one guy and that he had no quarrel with the rest of us, and they left. A little else happened, and I awoke. I should mention that, shortly after seeing my father, I did revert back briefly to the other (part of the?) dream. It was just as if I had taken my attention out of the book I was reading and laid it aside for a moment (which I had done). I spoke to someone shortly, and then resumed reading the book, the contents of which I've already stated. (F) |
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