dream
Tuesday, September 23

i am an investigator/cop and am called to the beach. the weather is horrendous, with strong winds and pelting rain. in spite of it, a lone figure in the distance is visible. he appears to be standing nearly 200 yards away in the ocean.

somehow, i get a close up of him. he looks like leonardo di caprio (please don't ask me what this means. it disturbs me, as well). he is wearing a soaked suit, holding a gun to his head and screaming, warning people to stay away. his fear, frustration, and desperation appeared to be holding his face and body is a grip of unrelenting tension.

suddenly, i AM leo.

the weight of all that he had been feeling slams into me. i felt like i had done something terrible, or had witnessed something terrible. the memory of it was threatening to pierce the porous defense i had desperately thrown up.

i looked down, and saw that i was standing on a wooden raft. the ocean was not just random swells, i saw, but there were currents rushing by, even in the ocean. two opposing currents slapped into each other with a tremendous clap, and a sheet of water rose into the air, building a temporary wall between me and the people who were trying to approach me.

i took that moment to dive into the water.

the current drove me deep, pulled and pushed me, taking away all sense of proprioception. fear gripped me as i fought, and i hardly had time to notice that the water was ice cold.

i was sure that i would die, but still, i fought. i struggled to kick and battle. somehow, i was able to sense what was up vs. down. somehow, i felt the direction of the underwater current, and was able to align myself to it. somehow, i felt warmer. i felt strength come into my arms and body. i swam faster than the current. a peace came into me, and i felt like i was in control of the water.

i swam parallel to the shore, nearly 100 yards away, following the shore line. the beach was only a blur as i swam by, similar to the feeling of riding a porsche in a clear highway. the beach eventually came to an end, and i entered a harbor. then found a river, which i swam up.

a beautiful valley came into view. green everywhere. purple flowers graced the edges of the river. it was so beautiful, i wanted to cry.

dreamshift

i am in a forest with 2 other men. i realize that i am an investigator/psychologist. we are looking for leo. when i visualize him, he is not a young man in a business suit, but a boy who has become hardened by the wild.

we pause at the base of a tree, talking. i pull out a cigar to smoke. while talking, a long, thin toothpick-like thing comes from above, pokes into my cigar, and takes it away. for some reason, i don't notice it.

i can see that leo is above in a tree (although my dream character is completely oblivious to leo's presence above), devouring the cigar as though it were food. he appeared to be starving.

my psychologist character and the two other men leave the tree and walk some distance. we come to a little cabin which appeared to function as the store/trading post/restaurant. we order some pizza. while we were eating, i leave some slices on a bench. "just in case he is hungry," i explain to my quizzical companions.

we sit there and consume 8 pizzas, then leave.

i am no longer that character, but can see the cabin from an angled bird's eye view above.

leo cautiously comes out of the forest, sees, the pizza, but ignores it. he brings out some money and asks the proprietor for rice and 1000 eggs. there are 2 other youngsters at the cabin, and they observe the interaction with a sneer and incredulity.

"1000 eggs? what do you need 1000 eggs for?" one asked with a sneer. leo looked at him, then proceeded to ignore him. the sneering boy swung at him, which leo easily dodged. the boy continued to attack, and leo thrashed him thoroughly, mechanically, as though he was tired and wished that he didn't have to do this, but was willing to put a complete end to it.

at the end of the skirmish, two boys lay bleeding in the sand, and the proprietor, who had foolishly picked up a shotgun, lay dead with his head blown away.

leo peered over one of the dead boys. he was struck by the height, which was not as evident before. leo picked up a book the fallen boy had been carrying.

blood splattered over him, leo tiredly went back into the forest.

i was again the psychologist, this time with a fleet of cops and several colleagues.

"what do you think it means, that he took a book you wrote?" one of my colleagues asked.

"i don't know. don't report it to the media!" i yelled. "keep that out!"

a yell shot out, and several shotgun blasts. men rushed over, and found one of the pursuers dead. several more shots rang out, and each time, another pursuer died.

/dream


yakob at 12:32 PM

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