Saving Myself in Wartime

I was off shore in a ship and was then on a Japanese beach and I knew they were my enemies and I must not be caught.  I ended up hiding on the beach under a tarp, what maybe looked like a broken down boat of some sort.  I hid there as rows up on rows of soldiers went by rushing around doing business and just up the hill was what appeared to be a big supply center with rows of items in bins along a football sized area.  I eventually found my way up the hill and attempted to get supplies out o the bins myself for keeping myself warm and safe along with trying my best to get rid of the items that made me stand out.  I slid around from location to location and finally into an area of offices toward the back.  I hid in one room for quite some time.  I know that eventually I was apprehended by a person of status who took me with him on a long flight and trip.

The Chase and Hiding in the Stack in the Air

I was in the front yard area with my uncle.  He asked me to do something and I didn't do it.  He then got in his car which was parked ahead of mine.  He started it and got his speed up and then used his car to slam into mine and crush the front end of the car.  I didn't at all appreciate what he had done.  I grabbed an item or two and took off down the street at a fast walk. 

I got to the corner and I could see that my uncle was now following me.  I kept going alternating a fast walk with a run.  I got quite a ways further down and a girl that I knew and a great friend told me that she could see I was being followed and I said come with me.  She joined me as we both then matched our pace.  I told her that I would show her my place. 

Some period of time later we arrived at my place.  We walked out toward the edge of the stack of baled hay that we were on but didn't get too close.  We looked down and could see a great distance that one would fall if they went over the edge.  It looked to be hundreds and hundreds of feet but the true distance we did not know.  We backed off and sat down on a bale that was further away from the edge and started to have some lunch. 

Some passing of time later we could hear others below searching for me or now us.  At some point she and I got separated and she went far further back on the hay stack and I found myself closer to the edge now as bales of hay from the very end started to fall and as they did it brought the edge closer to me.  I fought to find my way further back into the stack as I had now fallen down from the top and was on a row of bales that was at least 10 feet from the top of the stack.  As I fought my way back in any crack I could get to more bales fell and I was again precariously perched just a moment from disaster.  

The death, Christopher Meloni and the Green Syringe

I was living in a psych ward. There were many others. I had gone into the restroom with another fellow and he had been doing some things at the sink wrong so I slapped him.  His head went under a sink full of water.  It took me a moment to pull his head out and it came out as a skull and the man was dead.

I later explained to my group in therapy and to the staff that it was an accident.  However they needed to know for sure.  They set up for an interrogation of sorts with a fellow that knew me.  I volunteered to do this though I was terrified.  I knew about these kinds of interrogations and it was not something that I wanted to be involved in.

A fellow picked me up and took me on the bus. We got out on a street and both of us casually dribbled a basketball down the street to the building we were headed.  I knew that other staff was watching out the windows of the building behind us.  We got into the building and went into a room where another fellow let us into the door of a room.  I walked inside and Christopher Meloni was the fellow that was going to do the interrogation.   He had a large syringe that he was filling to the top with a greenish drug.

A lecture hall of balls and sticks

I was in a lecture hall and our instructor was teaching class.  The class was technical cases from similar work to my current job.  I had been asked to turn in paperwork on my current cases.  My instructor was walking up from the back of the room and said to me in front of the class “David, why don’t you go ahead and get by with pretending to fix something rather than actually helping.”  He said this in much more indirect language than I have and made it obvious that he was calling me out.

He then started to lecture the class.He was writing on the board showing how choosing language and his approach you could pretend to be helping when you were not and that I had been doing that on my cases.

At some point he grabbed a small rubber ball and had a small stick end and he threw the ball against the wall and like tennis hit it back with this small stick end.  He was exceptionally good at it and hit each return of the ball very well although he had just a small stick end to hit them.  He jumped and slammed a time or two with incredible agility.

He slammed one and missed. The ball went near me but by me into the rows of those behind me.  The first few rows did not try at all to reach the ball and finally toward the back of the class a person or two attempted to reach it. One such person got out of his seat and ran over to do so however the ball continued, bounced off of the back wall and went back down to the front of the class right back to our instructor.

At another point our instructor had an open face room.  He had set up several large balls and a few props of other types and had set them around the room.  He pointed out to the class that they were all there and set up in that specific fashion.  There were also some musicians set up on one side of the room and when he asked a question the stand up bass player had said something mouthy and when the instructor asked the room for the culprit he eventually got back to the bass player which dropped his bass and took off skating his way around some hard floors nearby with the instructor after him. This it looked was for show and not real.

I was sitting next to an aisle and I had a huge amount of manila folders full of paperwork and binders and other supplies.  I laid them down on the floor near a bench back. When I went to pick them up they had car grease and spider webs on them. At that point my instructor brought a large tray of fruit and other snacks down the aisle next to me.  I did not reach for anything.  I also remember saying to a person that was nearby me that they should wait until it was their turn that it was not going to be fun.  This instructor was a whole lot like my English instructor in college in his looks.

I’ll put you down

My brother was approaching me in a dining room kitchen area.  I had a screwdriver in one hand and a sharp kitchen knife in another.  I stabbed him once in his bare belly as his shirt was off and I could see some blood.  I told him to back off and stabbed him again.  I then said, “I’ll put you down if you don’t stop” and stabbed him a third time.

Diablo

I remember I asked someone what Diablo was.

Lisa Lampanelli - I like to Vamp

Lisa Lampanelli

I dreamed I went to a large outside festival. It was a very nice late summer morning and just warm enough to be comfortable.  I heard Lisa Lampanelli a great comic’s name announced on a PA system and looked to where I might find her.  Off to my left I saw her outside stage.  About 50 feet from the stage I yelled out “Lisa.”  She stepped out from behind some people on the busy stage and said something to the effect of, “hey dude”.  I told her I loved her comic genius and that it was awesome that I could meet her.  At that moment I had to wake up and go to work in the sawmill, however I no longer worked in the sawmill.  

I like to Vamp

I was leaning over a counter display.  There was baseball sized painted face treats in a jar.  I grabbed one of the items in the jar and squeezed it and it talked to me as I bit its face and ate a part of it.  A boy about 8 or so came up and said, “I like to vamp.”   I shrugged him away and squeezed another head, heard it talk a bit and took a bite of it.

I was being chased by another man that I knew would kill me if he caught me.  He was very close and I was desperate to find a way to escape his grasp.  I had been running down hallways of a building and I came across a high school gymnasium with a few scattered people in activity here and there and bleachers of cheerleaders and other girls hanging out.  I decided to take a change and I sat down on the bleachers, put a cheerleader on my lap and explained that a man was after me and asked that she sit higher so that it would hide me.

Somehow the girl and her friends did not scream or toss me out on my ass but played along which is what it must have appeared like on their side.  Time went by and no one was coming in and the girls were starting to question their reality.  I kept making a plea to save me and I guess I was convincing as they gave me a bit more time.  We heard some activity out in the hall and I again asked the girl to sit higher and her friend next to us leaned over to help hide me.  There was no one that showed looking for me still. Finally a boy that was on a chair a bit further away said that there was a commotion reported on the radio that was outside of the building.  I took my leave hoping this was the man that was chasing me being reported.  I left down the hallway scared to death I would be found.

I ended up in one room where I watched television hanging out with others for a bit and I was distracted by a number of TVs.  I then started again running as I heard commotion nearby.  I went into the men's restroom and was holding a closet door shut and someone went passed me again. I held that position for some time but feared I should be moving on.

I kept going from place to place looking for a way out and away.  I finally ended up in a building that overlooked the beach that dropped below the building that sat on a slight cliff above the sand and surf.  The window blinds had been pulled down on the beach side and I sat hoping and waiting.  The man that had chased me got the police in on the chase and now I was being looked for by a large number of eyes.  I saw a policeman go by the door to the room and I hid behind a cabinet.  A couple of male college types seemed to believe that I was innocent and seemed to be trying to make conversation and distract any one from spending much time in the room.  I had to leave however shortly after that.

I slid a key across the floor to one of the men and said that it was my way out.  That it held a ticket.  At that same time I could see the blind was open on the ocean side and could see a ferry coming pretty as can be across the ocean and coming into harbor.  I left then and went outside.  Nearby there was a hole in the soft soil that was house sized large and had crude steps leading down.  I took them and found myself at the bottom where there was a bit of a cut in with spider webs and a bit of a dip of a hole and I stayed there.  There was a sight line into the hole but not a full one so I hid as far away as I could and waited to hear what I could.

I would stick my head and body among the spiders but only if I had too.  I heard a couple of fellows walking by from another direction where sand dunes met the hole.  They were carrying a couple of exploration bars and picks.  I told them I wished to go with them and grabbed a couple of picks that were in the hold and I walked with them up and out and away leading to a more residential area.

Later that evening I ended back at the mall area and was sitting next to some fellows that overheard the same report I had just heard on the radio in the room that was playing.  The report had said that one Gerald Letko was found on-board the ferry and was being held,that the man that he was seen chasing had not been seen and was expected to be long gone.

I was sitting there in shaggy clothes, not the best of cleanliness and one of the men in the room asked me if I had seen the man.  I laughed.  I did not answer I just laughed a strange little laugh.  I got up walked away and took a blanket that had been nearby that looked a bit like a Mexican serope.  I threw it around my shoulders like a wrap and walked down some steps into a hallway where there were for sale at a mall kiosk some Sombreros.  I looked at them folded and adjusted my wrap and went to make a purchase of head gear.