Last night I had the kind of long complicated visual social dream that I haven't had for a number of weeks. My old friend Robert was there we were doing drugs and having fun. In one scene we were beside a lake, at the collage or at the resort, when we heard an airplane. I looked up and saw what I thought was a small private plane doing stunt maneuvers. When it got closer I realized it was a rocket or missile. It crashed into the lake and exploded under the water. There was another blast under water and more missiles followed. Then I was in the college cafeteria. Someone ahead of me ordered a sandwich. It came out made on a full loaf of bread, huge sandwich! I ordered a sandwich, I didn't want such a big sandwich or to spend so much money but I thought it would feed several people. Then I wandered around looking for the bathrooms. They had a whole row of them, it looked like a men's locker room. I was approached by a professor, Dick, who wanted me to teach his yoga class. I told him I had only done yoga a couple of times and he said, "you'll do fine". So I got directions and times and went and taught yoga. There was an elderly woman there who really liked me. I taught the class three times and then the next week I just didn't show up. There were other things going on in the dream that I can't remember. I ran into Dick and he asked what happened and I said I was confused, which I was. He paid me for the three classes I had taught and ask me to teach more. Then he wanted me to teach welding. I haven't done any welding for over twenty years. He said, "you'll do fine". I'm beginning to catch on, he has students teach his classes, keeping his big salary and paying us peanuts. We were outside by a fountain, some strange animals wandered by, crosses between emus and giant rats, residents of the campus. I went to welding class. A young lady was leading the class and gave a demonstration on how to weld up a little stand of some sort. It was very odd because she used jars or drinking glasses as forms while welding. I wondered why the glass didn't break. Then the lady, good looking girl with long brown hair, selected me to do it next. She was showing me so I could show the others.
All through out the dream I was living in a big house with a bunch of other students. I had gotten the electricity turned on in my name and was beginning to worry about it. So I went around collecting from my housemates, they all gave generously and there were a lot of them. So had this big fist full of money and I'm thinking life is good. I was in the lunch room and talking to some older women from yoga class, I was enjoying this!
These are just the things in my dream I remember somewhat clearly, there was lots more. It is interesting the similarity my dreams often have to movies in the way the tone is set. The lighting, dim or bright, shadowy or not, and the color scheme tightly controlled. Last night the sets were dark, the colors a lot of earth tones, yellows, browns, etc. And the camera focus tight and close up or broad wide screen views. Last night it was almost tunnel vision. And the over all scheme of the dream was much like that of the last few nights. The players and scenes from the same period of my life, my twenties. Confused, jumpy action, and a lot of things assumed or just known rather than being part of the dream.
My dreams of the night before last felt quite similar. In particular I remember trying to start a car with a homemade battery fashioned of copper plates and sulfuric acid.
Survus,
OWL
ctiy of mind
