2 July 2011
i’m at some kind of awards ceremony in LA, an outdoors estate, white pillars and arches, golden fountains, rows of folding chairs and well-dressed celebrities. i pace back and forth on the right hand-side, along the garden fence, cell phone to my ear tho maybe i’m not even using it. just a disguise. at the right moment i sneak thru the door by the stage, into the building. the ceremony is over now and i’m in the empty church. i enter the door to one of the radiating chapels (the term after looking it up, did not know it in the dream) and in the dark, pale blue light streaming in with my female partner in crime, we find the pool. There in the center of the room, the white marble floor descends, becoming a pool of clear blue water some ten to twelve feet deep. Having just learned last week in waking life to dive, swim downward and retrieve objects underwater, i dive down until i reach the brass plate at the very bottom. There is a single flat-head screw the size of a nickel on the left side. I am running short of air and first think i should return to the surface for a breath and a screwdriver, but i muster my strength, turn the screw with my thumbnail and remove the plate. As i rush back to the surface, the pool drains into the hole where the plate had covered.
When the water is gone, there is an ornate silver box, 8-9′ x 5′ x 2′. Whatever is inside is what we have come for, we pick it up and hide behind the altar as two officials or priests approach the door…
3 July 2011
im in the field, the corner pasture by the driveway, the section which we just fenced in waking life, and a python, 20 feet long and thick as my leg, slithers along the ground. The kids might be around, and i feel protective. I step on the snake’s neck, then reach and grab the snake at the back of the head, squeezing in the way that makes the mouth open and venom sprays out like a hose with a finger over it. Venom evrywhere. Then another python, same thing. A python now in each hand. Then a third. i Don’t panic but what do i do exactly? Seemed to not be a problem… Three poison pythons…
At the Ghostbuster booth i give them a phone number and then receive my new ID/credit card, but the last four digits are wrong. i tell them and they say no no it’s correct without looking. mom is there and i shout at them no it’s not fucking right. im not mad but don’t you tell me it’s correct. they see and apologize and take the card to fix it. im looking for garbage bags in the school building before dawn. much confusion ensues. nice morning fog. dehydrated.
dehydration, confusion and poison snakes – that is what happens after three beers and two cigarettes.
