Dark Shadows :) and the Artist still known as Prince.
Dick Silk
all places.
And yes, Barnabas was there.
Seems that (in reality) I'll be driving 456 miles today to a funeral in Fort
Wayne, IN., which probably explains the "dark" theme of the dream. Of course,
in the dream, Barnabas was friendly and polite -- probably representing an
undertaker I'll meet later today.
There were other aspects of the dream I really don't recall well at all -- such
as parts of Collinwood where one never goes. In a funeral parlor, one does not
investigate the entire premesis (unless one is a government official or a buyer
or some such).
The middle dream involved a small cockpit of an airplane -- seems I'd left my
car's headlights on overnight (a normal phobia) and went to turn them off. The
inside of the car became the cockpit of a small aircraft. It was in pieces.
This allowed me to remove the *small* motor from the prop and crank it over
with barely any resistance. When I began to re-assemble the motor/shaft/prop,
the unit took off and I was flying. This was VERY similar in sensation to lift
off in a small single engine aircraft, which I've done a few times as
passenger, and once as pilot-in-training (many years ago).
I figure this somehow represents my taking off for the trip to Fort Wayne which
I'll be doing in about 2˝ hours from now.
This felt like flying an airplane engine held together by hand -- a dream-like
very small engine, mind you -- the prop, the wind shield (cowling?), and the
motor w/gas tank were all being held together with both hands and arms (I
usually drive with both hands and arms in a semi-rigid/semi-flexible position).
So I attribute this entire dream to the fact I'll be driving approximately 7
to 8 hours today. There were other parts of this flying dream (like landing in
a smaller section of Disneyland) which I won't go in to for now -- it seems to
be where the dream loses coherency.
The dream about Prince and his gay buddy started out interestingly enough --
meeting Prince was like meeting any normally important person on a business
level -- you like to be polite but you're not overwhelmed with the other
person's stature. Soon found out Prince had a gay buddy. Ok, I'm not
judgemental, so as long as they behaved themselves, I wasn't going to make any
waves over it.
What happened next wasn't so nice, and if you object to sick and disgusting
stuff, please delete this or NEXT MESSAGE immediately.
I found my briefcase had been broken into on one side (the left side) by
sproinging the latch. Any sheet music I may have had inside was --disturbed--
either taken or replaced. There were handsfull of papers stuffed into it,
including music which I did not suspect as being mine, as I've only written one
song (notated on sheet music and copyrighted) in my life.
The sick part was that when I got the briefcase open, there was a thick, white,
sticky substance all over the interior, like elmer's glue, but I thought / said
to myself: this is the thickest blow of sperm I've ever seen in my life!! I
suspect his gay pal was / is not in his right mind, and did the vandalism out
of some sort of sick jealousy. I had no feelings in this matter other than
there was some sort of business transaction I was supposed to be getting him to
sign. I felt somewhat sickened over being senselessly vandalized like this.
I went to report this vandalism to Prince, but he was busy setting up some sort
of painting session. I didn't see who or what he was going to paint, and told
him "If you would explain to me what you're doing, I won't interrupt
accidentally next time." (As I would be able to tell. In the dream, it wasn't
apparent that he was doing *anything* that could not be "interrupted" for
discussion of the vandalism issue.) End of dream.
Woke up, wide awake, couldn't get back to sleep, so I wrote this down (will
auto-send it later), and am about to get back to sleep. Hopefully I'll dream
of Kathy Ireland being very, VERY close and friendly towards me :)
Pleasant dreams |-) zzzzzzzz
Silk.
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Dick Silk
coupe. Never ran out of gas, but ran low 3 times. I think I figured out the
Prince business, but it was nothing sexual other than someone who will remain
nameless has some very effeminate qualities (but is heterosexually married). I
think the business matters are also understandable, but I'm not at liberty to
discuss them as they are someone ELSE's business, not mine. And the matters
ARE in a "sticky mess" but not a blast of jism as described in the dream.