Dream Log: April 15, 2001

"That sounds OK to me", the woman said. "But what kind of prayer?" Then the salesman burst into a language I've never heard before. It was hilariously difficult, and filled with uvulars. I could still remember the first two words after waking up:

[no"N\oq to"q'okoqic]

I think this dream can be interpreted as a Love Dream. In any case, it had a real impact on me.

I lived in an area contrary to where I live in reality, and it was in the process of being threatened by a large-scale natural disaster of some sort. (A Hurricane perhaps?) Myself, and many of my co-workers were running across what appeared to be a lightly-colored desert. I remember one of the engineers I work with, looking back behind us and yelling "Do you want to reflect on your life, or do you want to die now?" attempting to encourage others to run with us.

Apparently, I was in a serious relationship with a woman named "Lisa" - except this "Lisa" looked and talked like my company's former-receptionist-turned-provisioner. Why she was now named "Lisa", I couldn't say.

What was really nice about this dream, was that Lisa and I were completely devoted to one another. This fact became evident later on in the dream, where all of us were now making our way through an industrial-steel maze-like building. We went down a shaft with powerful vents, only to meet someone pointing a gun at us.

We were forced to sit down and answer trivia questions. If a person got an answer correct, the person with the gun would slightly morph into something else at which time, they would have to be beaten until unconscious or dead. "Lisa" refused to leave my side, and I refused to leave hers. We stuck it out together to the very end, where we reached the ocean, and took off in a cube-like pod.

I dreamt that I was sitting at this huge table with a bunch of strangers, eating cereal with a rubber band. I have no idea what the significance of the rubber band was, but I have a very clear image still in my mind of me of trying so hard to get some cereal. Needless to say it was very messy, but somehow I managed to get some extremely satisfying mouthfuls of the cereal, which I believe was Fruit Loops. I then proceded to wake up and have some Fried Matzoh, which I guess is decent, but not when you have it every single morning for 8 days straight. One more day...

I can't remember much, but I remember what I was dreaming right before I woke up. I was down the Jersey Shore, and it was raining. It was rather cold and dark out, and I went into an almost-empty bar on the boardwalk (this must have been Sea Isle City or Wildwood) with a few friends of mine to dry off and get warm. Who's in there but that certain professor that I've been obsessing about? We stand at the bar talking by ourselves (I don't remember what about), and he leans his head in so that I can hear better; I misunderstand and think he's going to kiss me. So I, being a fool, make as if to kiss him back. He realizes what's going on and says, "OK, you and me--outside." I know I'm caught, and there's no going back. What can I do? I fall on the floor, hiding under the barstools. He tells me to get up; I say, "No, no, I like it down here--it's quite comfortable. Now let's pretend nothing happened and just order a beer."

Then I woke up. I think it's pretty obvious what's going on. I'm afraid that I'll let my guard down, that it'll all come out, and I fear the consequences.