rain outside a bed and breakfast, barracks of some kind, i tried in an upscale airportlike bookstore to find a book to covertly borrow for the duration of the storm.
a war starting? i was some elected position in the usual caravan out. the carriage that usually was pushed but in this case was pulled by horses or something mechanical, padded and green, stood in the dirt road between the fortress and the woods. i stuck my handful of spoons into the riding part. a girl behind asked me about the weight limit of what we could bring. i said to her "i dunno, it's your back."
subway train rolling out of slow old shimmering cartoons, a long frame on the words left on the wall behind it: the signature "Palomo Jr." - the train said my name, someone's graffiti, small in pink letters. i was the descendant of something or something, a picture of a woman smiling on a tall wall.
caravan getting ready to leave, even though some children were left behind, we were leaving in order to protect them, remaining. a box, cardboard, arrived, of my graves. clay things mostly, i was told "before this, you were a planet, and before that, you were a whole system of stars." (or the other way around?) - i thought it's strange to dream of my own graves. the green quilted carriage thing by the wood road.
i had a part time job at a swimming pool, a huge chloriney blue one. explaining via phone or ESP to my father that i couldn't be a hired lifeguard during the winter because they only hired people who knew CPR then, when it was converted to an indoor pool. high cieling.
"they will search during daylight hours for adults but around the clock if a child is lost." in the wilderness or mountains.
knowing beforehand the whole family who stayed in a mountain hotel with a view from their balcony of the two church spires would be lost, the whole family would wander into the woods misled by, truthfully, a ghost. it's unclear whether the ghost always lived in the hotel room--i'd seen her face twice before, on TV, seemingly superimposed (an awkward photoshop job?) into the faces of others. and noting, of course it's the woman, or fake mother, a blonde stepmother, who's demonized in TV shows, literally in this story.
up and down rollercoasterlike mountain hills by myself. arrived back introduced to a man who was known for dream medicine, if you solve problems within the dream, you solve them in the waking life (discussing it with him i use the word "actual" life, but know i'm using it loosely; our current world being perfectly actual.) Flowers and vines everywhere. In their hotel--out the balcony we the investigators stared. We retraced the family's moves, or pre-traced them.
So when they went out in the woods, the whole big family as photographed, they'd have no landmarks because one of the church spires was hit by a bomb and collapsed. both really collapsed. they were led into the woods by the imposter woman, i guess. two giants (trees?) came walking out of the woods and we hid at the base of the mountain hotel where it was shady and dark, behind the vines. a bit more about those TV stories.
out across a cold bay, dark parking lots and docks. a bay packed with boat traffic and freight boats. then realizing what i could do, running across the water towards the horizon and the sky. an aperture opened in the clouds, between two very tall thunderclouds, the gold light from behind the massive curtain. the water became white and blue steps more and more vivid, moving, real-looking. silver and blue cloud light, a square, sunset gold. i ran for it. the closer i got to the aperture it became the disappointing TV show but i knew to jump through it anyway.
seemed to wake up with images of my REM convulsing self in the left corner of my eye reflected from red ovals. painted with my arms protective squares around the bed area. i woke up in the hotel again. and somebody handed me a cartoon video and i said "oh, exactly what i dreamed." a knockoff disney sequel movie to some princess movie, about the prince, called "prince charming and electrical storm" or something like that. the prince bounced around from his horse to a cactus pile and a gulch and all kinds of places screaming "i'm sullivan!"
people appeared and disappeared. seemed to talk more with the dream medicine expert, climbing through vines and flowers, roller coaster tracks through a mountain.
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