This is actually a
dream that I had on March 10, 1999.
I was digging around my computer and found this
excrutiatingly long write-up. Its funny that I was
able to
remember so much of it.
I am for some reason sort of
homeless and wandering
in a large city. I come across a structure at the
corner of a busy intersection. The structure has
red brick walls about six feet tall and no roof.
One side of the structure (facing one of the streets)
has a wide doorway cut into it. Inside are two people, a man and a woman,
(presumably
together) watching a movie on a small TV.
They invite me in as a friend to watch.
The man and woman are suddenly not there and I am watching
the movie alone (it is presumably the same movie, but
not the same showing of the movie). The movie was
rented from a video store (or borrowed from somewhere
similar). The woman returns, agitated. Apparently
the man and woman are in some sort of trouble, and
I have become involved somehow. The movie I was
watching turned out to be a fake -- some propaganda
created by the people who are antagonizing the man
and woman.
We flee, individually. I find myself across the
street from the structure overlooking a large complex.
The complex is below me like I am standing on top of
a hill overlooking it. The front of the complex is
a large blacktop parking lot, which is empty at the
moment. Behind the parking lot is a large, building.
It is not very tall, no more than two stories at most.
I find myself in the building and afraid of being
caught. I end up in a room resembling a hotel room
with two queen sized beds. The room has two doors.
The bad people have found me. They (a man and
a woman, different from the original couple, but
not altogether that much different in appearance)
enter the room from one of the doors. The man is
large (250lbs) and tall (over 6'). The woman is
unremarkable. They have some type of contraption
with them, but the obvious assumption is that I will
soon be shot with a gun that the man controls.
Somehow, I manage to escape the room using the
other door. I am franticly trying to find a place
to hide. The couple is no doubt hot on my tail.
After running down a long hallway, I end up in a
small room filled with random, junky office furniture.
The room is otherwise empty. It is apparently some
type of storage facility. I pick a suitable desk and
crawl (cower) underneath it. I am aware that if the
man were to enter the room, I would most certainly
be found and killed (this, however, does not prevent
me from finding a more suitable hiding place or from
continuing to run).
A man (or a number of mem) enter the room and
begin to remove the furniture. They are preparing
the room for some type of gathering. The room now,
once the furniture is removed (and the room magically
enlargens), has become a library or bookstore-like
place with the walls covered in bookshelves. The men
leave a single, round table toward one side of the
room where I was hiding. Other men enter and occupy
the table.
Having a desire to fit in (to prevent the bad men from
recognizing me, or to allow me to cower behind one of
the other men at the table -- I am facing the door of
the room, up against a wall). The man to my right
is rather large. He is balding and has sparse
white beard that matches his hair. We begin talking
about miscellaneous things. I am noticeably agitated,
trying to keep the conversation going to save my life.
He has a daughter, presumably older than I (25-30ish).
I discover that the man is an author and has written
a new book that is prominantly displayed on one of the
bookshelves facing me. The book is entited Investing
on the Web. The lettering on the cover is large and
rather gaudy. I say "So, 'Investing on the Web', eh?"
"'Inveting', huh?" he replies presuming that I
misspoke the first word of the title, even though I do
not recall doing so. In fact, now that he mentions
it, maybe I did slur my speech a little (I am quite
nervous, you see).
"INVESTING on the web," I reply, correcting my
mistake. He replies and we continue with the idle
chit-chat. At about this time, I notice a line
of people standing outside the door of the room.
The door to the room is at the far left corner
of the room (from my perspective) and leads into
an adjoining room. The adjoining room has a door
leading into a hallway adjoining the door that leads
in this room. The people lined up are trying to
get into the hallway. Their passage is blocked by
a person (a bouncer, security guard sort of person)
and maybe a woman too. The woman signals in a strange
and obtuse fashion to me using large arm movements.
I mimick her actions in response. After doing so,
I notice that her motions were to warn me that one
of the people I was trying to avoid was in the line
to get into the hallway. Why she understood that I
was avoiding this person, I do not know. The person
was allowed into the hallway and did not notice me.
After this, a large number of people start entering
the room through another door that I hadnt noticed
before. Again, the door is to my left, but slightly
behind me (instead of far in front of me like the
previous door). The people appear to be relatives
or close acquaintences of the author that I was
just talking to. A large number of the people
are beautiful women and young girls (varying in
age between 10 and 16). One of the first women to
enter the room was "the only woman that fell in my
age bracket and would be considered appropriate for
me to become involved with." As I realized this,
she stretched out her left hand directly at me
(although it was not intentional that her hand was
pointed directly at me, that just happened because
of the way that she was oriented) and showed off
her huge wedding ring. The ring had a strange,
very large stone in it. The stone was a dark color
(perhaps purple) and was the size of a small marble.
I got over the implied rejection quickly as the
remainder of the people filed into the room.
I started to become nervous and overcome by the
quantity of people that were now present. All of
the people were quite friendly and appeared to know
each other. I backed away and headed toward the
bar that was now in a corner of the room.
As I approached the bar, I was feeling bold, so
as I walked, I reached out for the head of one of
the young girls. I rubbed her head affectionately.
She was not overly amused and removed her head from
my hand and shot me a "Ooo... I'll get you for that
look." Note that she was not angry in the slightest,
she just didnt appreciate having her hair ruffled.
I was not offended and left her with a smile.
An interesting point to note is that I aparently
rubbed her head while wearing gloves (my black,
fleece gloves, to be exact). Afterwards, I do not
recall continuing to wear the gloves.
I distinctly remebered just recently drank a root
beer that I had obtained from this same bar, but I
could not remeber when I had done this. Regardless,
I had a craving for sugar (I was thinking "got to
have sugar, sugar, sugar"). There was a serving
tray containing candy that I attacked. The tray was
one of those large, green, Lego "playing fields."
Stuck onto the tray (in Lego fashion, of course),
were small Lego pieces that were actually candy.
I grabbed a number of small white, gray, and black
pieces of "candy" and began to munch on them.
I turned around to continue gazing at the women
(girls) and acting social as best as I could.
The fear of being captured and killed was no longer
on my mind. It appears that the threat of that was
no longer imminent.
As I wandered back to my original position in the
room (only the table was gone now) a girl stopped
me and grabbed my hand. I had seen her earlier
as people were filing into the room. When I first
saw her she gave me the impression that she did not
like me and that I should not bother her. She was
perhaps 11 or 12, short, wearing a sleeveless dress
(I cannot recall the color now). Her hair was a
brownish-blonde and tied back behind her head in some
fashion. Her face was perfect, very light in color,
perfect features, beautiful eyes. Still holding my
hand in a handshake-like gesture, she looked into me
and said something meaningless like "Hi. How are
you?" or some equally inane greeting.
I was overcome by her gesture. It appeared that the
she actually liked me, perhaps she had a crush on me.
Her manner was a little "silly" (she was a little girl
after all), but her message was sincere. I was left
with a warm fuzzy feeling inside me that a girl such
as her would show me a little affection.
Then, I wake up... it is 7:58am, Wednesday
morning... Shit!