Thursday, November 21

dream

setting: a jungle (of SA? mexico? africa?)

i am tiny, about 4 inches tall. climbing a steep hill, heavy with foliage. with other, tiny ... i don't know what they/we are. not quite human.
we moved silently uphill, when something zips by us.

"humans!"
"hide!" someone cried out.

in seconds, we were off the path, hiding behind mere leaves and blades of grass. 20+ had effectively disappeared into thin air. a lizard, about our height, came galloping by, running on just its hind legs. a little while later, a horde of lizards, all running in that bizarre way, came rushing down away from the humans, along with various other small animals. the lizards were loud as they passed by. they were fearsome looking, but i was not afraid of them.

we contiinued to move up, stealthily. when we got to the top, we saw a group of humans. because of our height, we couldn't see much. they selected someone to see what the humans were doing. me. they called me, "he climbs to read."

i found a ugly tree, a cyclinder of sharp needles, and reached the top. i saw the humans moving around, but couldnt' understand what they were doing. there was no reason, no pattern. they weren't going anywere, doing anything in particular. just walking around. to my left, i saw a large banner on the ground. on it were words, 3 paragraphs. they said:

"***********************************
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dreamshift (somewhere in the dry middle east):

my friends and i are smugglers. we followed an army temporarily, because it suited us. this army had stealthily crept up to the pal******* army, ready to crush it with one heavy blow. we smugglers left the 1st army and snuck over to the pal********. we were ready to deal information and goods.

i secretly met with the pal******** dictator. i didn't tell him about the other army, about to attack him. knowing that i was a smuggler, he requested caviar. with an assurance that i did not feel, i promised that he would have tomorrow.

i rushed to find the others, in a panic, and asked them for caviar. they all shook their heads at me. why did you promise? they asked.

pa** gave me a hard look. i might have it, he said. we went to his room, to his closet, and rummaged through boxes, and finally found a small tin. caviar. we opened it. little black eggs. he took one and ate it. "what are you doing?" i asked.

"even though i've had it in my possession, i've never tasted caviar," he said. that's true. neither had i. i also took some. in minutes, we had eaten the entire tin.

dreamshift: arcadia. night.

a person gives me a little wagon/scooter. it is sturdy, but extremely small. as i leave the house, the 20-something children come out of a dark blue minivan with a large package. they see me leaving with a family toy at night.

i feel like a robber, and rush by them quickly. they will find out that i had been given it legitimately when they go in and talk to their parents, but still, at the moment, i feel like a criminal.

i ride the wagon/scooter up the street. it is night, it is dark, and i feel free.

i pass by 2 church buildings, both of the same denomination, within blocks of each other. that struck me as odd. why have 2 chuches of the same denomination, so close to one another?

i pushed it out of mind and kept riding. there was a bump in front of me, so rode harder, and flew into the air. the 2 seconds in the air were exhilarating.

/dream





yakob at 3:23 PM

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