Easter with the Reeces

I was all set to go to my boyfriend's family's Easter celebration at his grandfather's house, and we were waiting for his mom to pick us up on a grassy street corner. However, when she got there they left without me.

Somehow I made it to our destination by hitchhiking. A colorful cast of characters, presumably his relatives, were gathering in the distance in the courtyard of a manor similar to the one featured in Last Year in Marienbad. My dream took a cinematic turn, and the camera switched to closeups of them taking group photos.

In the meantime, I awkwardly wandered around a meadow and found myself standing underneath a tree with a PA speaker in its branches. The speaker was transmitting salsa music to no one in particular. Then my boyfriend and his mother finally showed up.

Typical Embarrassing Situation

I bought a yellow and teal bikini with a high-waisted bottom part. I thought I looked totally bangin' but apparently no one else did because they made fun of me, especially Arjun. Only Vincent sided with me, but I suspect it was because I bought him a beige cellphone earlier in the dream.

Television vision

I can only see a television screen. Any area outside the square of vision is black. I am watching a woman being dragged out of her house and strapped to a table with wheels. The table is tied to an ambulance, it is very white. The camera taking the video is clearly from of a chopper, as it is high and to the left of the scene; it is very shaky. It zooms in on her face; she is a white woman, late thirty's, looks plain, looks normal, maybe she is a school nurse. She is crying, red faced, hyperventilating. The ambulance begins to move and the camera follows the table as it is pulled by the ambulance.

The voices begin discussing the alien ants embedded in her brain. I realize they are news casters. They have a scientist discussing how they will begin to remove the ants. Either they can go longways across the top of the head, opening the skull and picking the ants out one at a time. Or they can saw from top to bottom. Opening the face like elevator doors, and allowing the ants to flow out with the blood. The camera zooms in closer on her face, the tears are streaming and the look of terror is total. I watch her slowly her breathing becomes shallow and fast. She grabs her throat and begins gasping. She dies on shaky copter cam, terrified, crying, and breathless from the insects in her head. The camera doesn't move away, which you would think it would. It just shows her lifeless, dragging behind the ambulance on a table with wheels.

I got up and drank three beers, showered and smoked a cigarette.

The Heist

The beginning is hazy, but the first thing I remember is my friend trying to get a contract to steal something extra from a place he was already supposed to rob. The original contract was to steal only one item from a bar/gaming parlor, and this was his first contract of the sort, but he was already making side deals. Later, I was inside the bar having a beer and scouting out the place. A taller me came out of another room with a pool cue and told me to get up. I was surprised to find that I was almost too drunk to walk. Taller me grabbed me by the arm and led me into the other room where he watched me line up pool shots on one of those side tables that are kind of high up at bars. The pool balls could have been in a giant ash tray. I felt really bad about being drunk and how it was effecting my motor skills. Later I was distracted by a sort of ghetto fellow who did not speak very clearly. He told me he wrote on his resume that he does not drink alcohol due to the fact that he took amphetamines (which he mispronounced badly) at the age of fourteen and mumbled something about his father. I was going to tell him that he doesn't have to not drink and he definitely shouldn't put it on his resume, but I was overcome with tiredness. I found myself in a bed, very big and thick, but also shaped like a couch. I was woken up by a girl skipping in slow motion calling my name. She rolled me off the couch and I landed on my back. With huge, flowing, pillowy sheets surrounding me, she dives in and starts kissing me upside down so that her chin touches my nose. She kept asking "Who is your special friend? Am I your special friend?" For some reason I could not grab her. She leaves and taller me comes in and tells me I've botched the robbery, even though the friend I set this up with didn't even show up. He was very upset that I allowed lust to override my previous engagements. Later in the dream, I saw a bunch of people standing behind a high wall so only their heads were showing. They would stare at each other and then turn to me with clockwork regularity. I stole a pack of cigarettes from a pair of pants lying on a nearby bed, but returned it to the owner.

Disorder at the Libertarian Community Center

I alternated between being a 19 year old girl with wavy blond hair and a 19 year old corn fed kid with a buzz cut. Both of these people worked at a libertarian community center (???), which is basically a place that feeds and shelters the needy while indoctrinating them. It also handles campaigning stuff during election time. Most of the details on this are blurry.

There was some kind of very intense drama going on between the staff here. Most of what I remember from the dream was that as I was going back and forth from the perspective of the girl and the boy, they had been murdering other staff and sometimes each other. This was all somehow sequentially sound, as these things often are in dreams. In one instance the girl and the boy were out picking up food for the center with some other staff. It was late out and the boy opened the sunroof to the car to stand up. I was the girl in this scene and I was driving. When we pulled into the center parking lot the boy slumped over and we realized that he was dead. In the next scene I was the boy and somehow back to life. I was freaking out on the girl for having murdered me. She didn't know what I was talking about and was very scared of me. I went into a room and started to write something on a whiteboard in the dark. Then I switched to being the girl, and followed him into the room. Light was coming in from the hallway and I could see that the boy, who was writing on the board, had a pair of fake legs coming out from under his shirt (in addition to his normal legs). They were wearing women's jeans and had the same shoes I did. A fake set of arms were also sticking out from his t-shirt's arm holes. They had on the same shirt that I did. Apparently this was very bad news because I was terrified. The last thing I remember was him slowly turning his head around to give me a cold look.

A few nights ago

On the next block over from my house is an abandoned storefront that I had never noticed. It was snowing outside and I was with some nondescript friends. We followed another group of people inside, and came upon an endless expanse that looked a lot like that salt lake in Bolivia. We were under a big marquee near the door we came through. The floor was made of coarse salt, covered in a thin layer of water that reflected the cloudy sky. Not far from the perimeter of the awning, in every direction, there was 5 feet of salty snow on the ground as far as I could see.

The air was very thin here. My friend gave me a good explanation for why this was but I can't remember it now. The people we followed in plus some others were there too, but no one could make it very far out past the snow. I gave it a try myself. As soon as I got waist deep I felt like I was suffocating. My ears were ringing. I fell to my knees and grabbed at the snow. It didn't feel cold but melted in my hands.

Why I'm trying this

We each must become like fishermen, and go out onto the dark ocean of mind, and let your nets down into that sea.

And what you're after is not some behemoth that will tear through your nets, foul them, and drag you and your little boat into the abyss. Nor are what we looking for a bunch of sardines, that can slip through your net and disappear, ideas like 'have you ever noticed that your little finger exactly fits your nostril' and stuff like that.

What we are looking for are middle-sized ideas that are not so small that they are trivial, and not so large that they are incomprehensible, but middle-sized ideas that we can wrestle into our boat and take back to the folks on shore, and have fish dinner.

And everyone of us, this is what we should be looking for. It’s not for your elucidation, it’s not part of your self-directed psychotherapy; you are an explorer, and you represent our species. And the greatest good you can do is to bring back a new idea, because our world is endangered by the absence of good ideas. Our world is in crisis because of the absence of consciousness.

And so, to whatever degree, any one of us can bring back a small piece of the picture, and contribute it to the building of the new paradigm.

- Our good friend Terence McKenna

This place will likely be teeming with sardines, but I hope to bag some snapper, and maybe a tuna or halibut too.