Why I was flying
Why I got trapped
Why I escaped
I was flying to flee. They had made the mistake of locking us up in a cyclone
fencing built pen, that is, an enclosure without a roof. This was outside the
factory. They also made the mistake of believing me. I was in the wrong, but
mostly I just wanted to get free. I was definitely, disturbingly guilty anyway--
some sort of an accomplice to "murder", which in the dream consisted
of fragging these dreambot salesmen and passersby. I decided to admit my
part in the mess, take the blame, but remotely. I offered to go home and get
pictures that proved something or other. Home was on the other side of the
world. I would fly there, and come back with these photographs that proved that
people who had been disappearing, (murdered, baked into pies in the factory
behind us) were done in by my accomplice, not me; but I was going to bring back
random vacation shots and drop them from above the cage while shouting out that
it WAS me, to get my accomplices (the real killers) free. Trading my innocence
in the eyes of the law for my freedom. Anything for freedom.
So I flew upwards, and away over the coast, and up over the hills and clouds.
(Familiar Dreamscapes: Kind of like cloudworld, some hints of that
land of mediterranean hills.) Somehow I end up in a house, flying in to a
restaurant, then out the window, but the window leads to another room, an office
or house, and then out the brightest window, but that turns out to lead to a
slightly larger room with a skylight, and someone says "you can't escape!" and I
say, "Oh yes I will" and head out the window, which leads to another room: this
time the skylight is translucent white plastic, not clear, and I can't simply
break through it, so I head through another window and this time the room has
cable netting over the skylight, and in the next room it's iron bars, and soon
I'm in an underground prison, many concrete floors deep in the belly of the
beast.
It's a teen prison. I'm going from corridor to corridor, past high school
kids. Boys and girls. The keepers are in pursuit, but I'm a ways ahead of them.
Night falls, something changes, someone friendly calls me over and says "They've
called off the hunt until morning" and I sit down on a bunk. Now my main concern
is having the space around me to launch a rocketing flight straight up through
all the floors; it won't work if some of the kids close to me grab me and try to
stop me, or turn me in. Friends start showing up. They grab the bunks near me.
X-- shows up, and Y--. I flash a strip of paper at X--, who is lying on bunk
near me, (the paper is a piece of crumpled, folded notebook paper on which I
have written "5:00?" in crayon with a child's scrawl) and she says, "Oh, you can
leave now! It's okay to leave right now." She is so beautiful. I can't believe
she is saying that out loud! The strangers around us will hear! I borrow a bit
of butter from an acquaintance in the bunk across the way. "It's for my
toe", I say, hinting broadly. "It decreases the FRICTION."
Whew. That's giving it away. I walk with a friend a few bunks away, to where
there is a bit of space between the rows. "Be careful," she says, pointing to
two strangers in a bunk bed nearby, "They don't know you."
I have already put the butter on my big toe. I know that if I spin super
fast, like a skater, I can fly upwards like a drill and blast through all the
concrete. I'll be able to drill through all the barriers that I couldn't fly
through before, and escape. As soon as I start to spin, the dream gets thin
at the same time that a huge sense of my body pervades me--I feel my skin, I
feel my toe. The dream almost instantly evaporates. I picture myself blasting up
through the floors above, but it is imagining now, not dreaming. I lie there in
bed with my toe tingling even more than the rest of my body, and my skin is on
fire with tingling.
I miss the woman in my dreams, X--. She is not my girlfriend, and my
girlfriend is not her; I wish I dreamed about/felt about my girlfried in that
way. I get up and go to the bathroom, but-- and here I go to the daylog.