Chinese Ex and the Air Force Investigation
Robert E. Lewis
Tuesday-Wednesday, January 23-24, 2007
I went to an Air Force base primarily to investigate some suspected
criminal activities. While there, I met an ex-lover, who was living on
the base; for some reason, the ex appeared as a Chinese woman. She was
involved with an Air Force officer, a big, ruddy-faced man. There was
obvious tension over this, and antagonism between the officer and
myself, but all three of us were trying to be civil and adult about it.
I also suspected the officer might be involved in the criminal activity
and was angry that he was putting my ex in jeopardy, but I also hoped I
could get some infrmation from her.
We (and a fourth person, indistinct, who was driving the car) all
decided to drive off-base for a picnic. We started out riding in a big
early-70s convertible, the driver, my ex and I in the front seat, the
oficer in the back seat behind me. My ex put her head on my shoulder as
we rode; I understood that this was just being sympathetic, recognizing
I still had feelings for her, but it didn't mean she wished to rekindle
our relationship. The officer was upset by this show of affection, but
said nothing.
We were out in the desert, on a road that wound through a red sandstone
canyon. We noticed some fighter jets following us, then they swept over
us one at a time, dangerously low. One jet circled around and
approached from ahead of us, its belly practically scraping the road,
pulling up and passing barely overhead. We weren't sure if they were
just trying to frighten us (especially me -- obviously onto my
investigation), or to force us to crash. As the jets resumed passing
over us from behind, I dug into a duffel bag at my feet and pulled out
some socks. As a jet flew over, I'd throw a wadded-up sock up, hoping
it would be sucked into the jet's engine air intake. I failed to get a
sock int the jet engine, but finally the officer behind me impatiently
asked me to give hi a sock. I handed him a red sock and he threw it up
in front of the next jet to pass over; it was sucked into the engine and
we heard the engine go out. The aircraft flew out o sight over some
hills and we heard it crash. We knew the pilot could not accuse us of
having caused the crash without revealing their threatening actions, but
we would know at least one of the pilots flying past us.
The officer now demanded that we stop the car and that I get out and
explain to him what was going on. We stood at the rear of the car (now
transformed into an early-70s station wagon) and I told him about my
invstigation. It turned out he had been privately conducting an
investigation along similar lines, and he pulled some files out of a
briefcase and told me I could have them. I felt much more comfortable
with him now, and better, knowing he wasn't involving my ex in some
illegal activity.
We got back in the car and continued driving, now out in a more open
desert highway. The person driving the car turned on the radio to a
station playing oldies and standards. The radio began playing the Spike
Jones song "Cocktails for Two", and the officer in the back seat
remarked how much he liked the song. I told a story (true) about my
father hearing the song for the first time while standing in line in the
mess hall, exhausted from a long day of basic training, thought it was
nice and relaxing until the song went wild. We all laughed about this
and seemed to be moving toward becoming friends.
=END OF DREAM=
Notes: No idea at all about the ex becoming a Chinese woman in the
dream -- wearing a Chinese-style rosy-red silk robe, long black hair.
The only relevence to the rest of the dream is that I did spend part of
the evening sorting through and disposing of a bunch of my late father's
files, including lots of military papers (he was Navy, not Air Force).
Comments and interpretations welcome.
--
Robert
cust_support
the superego, which is the psychological term for the subconscious
faculty of conscience. The officer in your dream is acting as chaperone
on your date with the chinese lady. Could she perhaps be Japanese? I am
reminded of the notorious Tokyo Rose. Sorry, chap, to be so blunt about
it. You are supposed to figure it all out yourself. I will, however,
omit speculating what I think your dream means.
Robert E. Lewis
"cust_support" <brian_...@fastmail.fm> wrote in message
news:1169670386.4...@l53g2000cwa.googlegroups.com...
> The officer is your father...
Seems rasonable. (Dad would hate being portrayed as Air Force -- the
"junior" service!)
> ... The officer in your dream is acting as chaperone
> on your date with the chinese lady....
Hmmm.. Less certain about that. It was very clear that the only show of
affection she was giving me was in consolation for our relationship
being over. I also feel the comraderie the officer and I found at the
end of the dream was partly because I explained why I was there (the
investigation), so he understood I wasn't there pursuing my ex.
> Could she perhaps be Japanese? I am
> reminded of the notorious Tokyo Rose.
I don't think she could've been Japanese. (Korean, perhaps? Dad caught
the very end of WW II, but on the Atlantic side, not the Pacific
theater, but he did serve through the Korean War.) I also think of Tokyo
Rose as being glamorous, or actually rather brassy; the Chinese lady was
quite sedate, not showy at all.
>Sorry, chap, to be so blunt about
> it. You are supposed to figure it all out yourself.
Of couse. But the advantage I find in posting a dream publicly for
comment is that there are some general symbolic types in dreams
(sometimes), and others, especially strangers, might notice the symblic
representation while I'm still seeing things literally. And if I have
to consider *why* a particular interpretation someone offers *doesn't*
feel right, that often stimulates my thoughts about what some piece of a
dream *could* mean.
Thanks.
--
Robert