This entry and all others from 1996-97 are part of my dream project which extended from August 1996-97. I kept track of my dreams for an entire year by recording them to audiocassette and illustrating what parts I could in composition books. I ended up with over 70 ninety-minute cassettes and four composition books detailing my dreams.
The written transcription is from a much later date than 1996-97 but is almost word-for-word, with some slight corrections and omissions. This typed transcription is not 100% faithful to the original verbal account, as it allows for slight modifications, additions, omissions, and corrections. There are new separations between paragraphs and dreams are separated into different entries at approximately the right places. In addition, segments of dreams MAY be transposed/moved/added to other sections as I see fit. Aside from these modifications, these dreams are detailed exactly as I had them over six years ago.
In this dream I stood outside the garage and saw a green van coming down the road. Something popped into my head, like, "The front of a van sticks out like a man's head." For some reason, I hid behind the garage and watched it go by. Then an orange van went by, and they parked nearby in front of this junky old house. The people inside were either moving or just packing a lot of stuff. I went down and walked past their house and their dog came out--it was a big dog, kind of like a Bernese mountain dog or something--and it came over and sniffed by my legs and followed me. I was looking through a magazine, and it had these wooden cutout things to put in your yard; the woman who lived in this house had painted them. One of them was like an old woman, but it was named "Something-Pocahontas," and she said it represented this person who walked by on the road, somebody her dog was always sniffing after. It didn't look at all like me--it was an old woman--but I knew that she was talking about me. I showed it to Ma, who I was also looking for. (I'm not sure why I was looking for her if she was with me, though. *shrug*)
Then I seemed to be in a space before my garage. The ground was really loamy; it was like you could peel up a section of it, and there were ants working in this place. And they were MUSLIM for some reason! The ants had a religion and it was Islam! o_O They were big red ants, and for some reason they didn't scare me. (I'm deathly afraid of ants in real life.) Ma was with me now, and I looked down at them and saw their cute eyes, and said, "You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say they're almost cute"--because I hate ants. I watched them working; they were nice ants, but you had to be careful with the way you walked around or else you might step on them, and then they might bite you because of that. They were working on some food--it seemed it was like lettuce, and we could eat it.
I have written down "the guy knocking on the door." Oh yes...there was some kind of Disney movie, and the ants had something to do with it. I was talking with the ants, because I was trying to find a bad guy for some reason. Then I was in this store, and this guy was knocking on the door. He wanted to be let in. He came in and he was sharpening something--but then it was me, and I was sharpening something, kind of like an ax only concave. I kept trying to sharpen it more and more because it had been dull, but now I wanted it to be sharp. For some reason this had something to do with this little kid whose parents had been killed; the bad guys(?) hadn't killed the kid because they thought he wouldn't be a threat, but this kid, who must have been five or six--almost immediately after his parents were killed, he put out notices on America's Most Wanted and such, looking for the bad guys. There was something that looked like a really big check signed in a kid's hand, and he was putting all this stuff on the news. I think these bad guys were probably going to look for him to try to kill him because now he was being so much trouble.
Anyway, while I was at the house where the people were moving...I was also looking at this magazine, and it said something about Mario Andretti. He had a pet gerbil, and I looked at a picture of him with the gerbil on his shoulder. I thought, "Oh, that's so cute! Mario Andretti!" It had something to do with a calendar too; maybe it was some kind of car calendar with Mario Andretti and his pet rodent? ^_^ The dream seems to have shifted and I was standing in some kind of room...either a boiler room or a kitchen, and everything was gray and such. Now I was looking at some cartoons in the newspaper. They might have had something to do with Disney, and with a squirrel; while I looked at these pictures it was like Goofy and Mickey Mouse and some others and they were in the kitchen that I was in, only this was in a picture. They were fooling around in this kitchen. One of them had a squirrel standing on his shoulder; then when I went into "real life" the squirrel wasn't standing, but was just kind of crouching. I thought, "It was standing before; that was cuter."
I went into what looked like our living room; I had been holding a rodent, like a squirrel, in my hand, and I kept thinking, "It's going to run away!" But it just kept curling up and falling asleep wherever it was put, so I nuzzled it next to me and it dozed off. There was a guy lying on the couch and he had a squirrel or some kind of rodent sitting on him too. He was also dozing, and the rodent looked like it wanted to leave, so I tried to coax it off of him and to wake the guy up. I sat there and said to him, "He'll leave you if you don't wake up!" But he wouldn't wake up for some reason.
Available illustrations:
* (The ax.) [down arrows] I was sharpening this w/ this. [side arrow] bright silver where I sharpened it. [left arrow] dull blackish metallic. [up arrow] scraping off dull levels. [up arrow] what is this?? no idea!
