Walked back out to find the mother and two other people that would be coming home with us. By the time we hit the exit door there was only one person coming with us. We walked together through rough terrain to get to the car. There were craters to avoid, high hills to climb, all in the dark. It started off light but the walk was so long it got dark. The other person we were with decided to take a different route to the car so we split up. That just left the mother and myself to try and find the best way around our obstacles and get to the car.
On our walk we tried several different ways to get over these obstacles but ended up exerting ourselves too much. I remembered I’d come over the same rough terrain alone and that if I just sat for a bit to think how I did it I could get us both to the car without more energy loss to either of us. As we set my plan in motion the mother became very tired. We’d found a sidewalk that took us around all the craters and hills but she was becoming delirious and tired. She said she needed to stop and rest just for a moment. We walked a few steps further which was to the entrance of a shopping mall. She opened the door, felt the cool breeze and collapsed in the doorway. I woke up.
Commentary: First off, it is of interest to me that this one entry was started Thursday evening and Saturday at 2AM I’m still working on it. The dream has been very strong on my mind. I think the fact dealing with my mother differently in this dream got me thinking about her as an individual without the drive to be anything but what she is. She may even try from time to time to be a normal person but like in the dream she stops short. In the dream she left harsh hot wind to what should have been comforting. Instead of relief she passed out, weary, unable to continue the course. I just felt my eyes glaze over and I left for just a second. I think I’ll leave that aspect of it alone. I also noticed that just like when I was a child I used my head to help us get over the obstacles. I planned and thought about the best course of action. I didn’t just try this route or that route, I thought out my steps through the rough terrain. I said in the dream that I’d been over that land before and that if she could let me think I could get us to the car without further burden to either of us. I’d been through it before and come out on the other side and I wanted just a second to gather my thoughts so I could lead her and me out of the scorching heat. All she had to do was follow me and keep up. Just as we got to what could have been a rest stop she fell, unable to go on. I think my endurance and her lack of endurance is significant, so much so that I’m hardly able to touch the thought without dissociating.
What should have been a simple walk to the car turned out to be a trial of endurance, a trek over jagged rocks, deep craters, dessert land and mud pits all leading to the shopping mall that constantly shows up in my dreams. This is the same shopping mall with hidden rooms and hidden doors and where I search for the much desired red converse tennis shoes but come up empty every time.
Thursday, May 08, 2008-7:22PM EST- Saturday, May 10, 2008-2:28AM EST
Dream Therapy: Rough Terrain Part 1of2
Dream Therapy: Rough Terrain Part 2of2
The dream is incredible enough-as you know,I have repeat dreams about prisons…the interesting thing to me is the Chuck’s. (which is what we called Converse tennys back in high school.)
You dreaming about red Chuck’s just gave me one of those big spiritual chill down my spine kind of grins because last night I was telling my late freind Grier’s son (remember me writing about Grier?) I have never owned a pair of sneakers or tennis shoes or Chuck’s in my life…Grier’s son wears one red and one black-or a green and a red and so one.
He commented he needed some new Chuck’s and since he was new to the area he asked me where to go…now I want a pair. Why not? It’s definantly be a new experience for me…and thats what we are about,hmmm?
Actually-sneakers were a real key factor in something that happened in Tuckahoe-the factor is putting it better.
I was in 8th grade and in a brand new town and brand new school and brand new kids…and I walked across the gym floor (basketball court) in my hard heeled street shoes-oxfords! I got one pair a year. My folks said sneakers were for play-the gym coach reamed me a new asshole in front of two groups of students and from that day on I was low caste.
I hated school from that day on-and one day I got this brite idea to do something to get kicked out. I took some eggs with me on the school bus-and tossed them at a car that wrecked…it was the high school student drivers. No one was hurt-thank God,but I got kicked out of school-expelled!! Not suspended. Some girl on the bus-Debbie W. pointed the finger at me.
That summer we moved to Washington-and the following school season at the new school-who was there? Debbie W. (there is a larger story we are’nt talking about here) and thats when my forml education quit,the 9th grade. I always tell people I studied the ninth grade extensivly,I spent two years in it!
You know what? When my brother got killed-Debbie W. was the right there person. She was the best.
I got to kiss her one time-in her parents basement. One time,and I thought I was one lucky cadillac…then I went into the Navy.
Two years ago goofing around this computer…I found Debbie W.
She remembers that kiss!
We talked just the other day. Cool beans…and all you had to do was talk about your dream and those Converse shoes…Chuck’s!!
wink
In high school I wore one pink converse and one turquoise blue converse. I wore a pink sock and a turquoise sock too. That was my sophomore year. My Junior year I sported a pink Mohawk and wore a black leather jacket with a white skull on the back.
I went to 14 different schools before I graduated from h.s. Of those schools there was a young man that I saw at about 6 of them. We were in the 2nd and 3rd grade together, junior high a few times and one high school. It was kinda crazy. In the 2nd grade he use to call me Darth Vader. We always played together at recess. I told him he called me names because I could run faster than he could and play baseball better than he could. He use to pull my hair.
He had this really long hair which was different than the other boys because they were clean cut and rather formal looking. I thought he was the cutest thing. Why O why did the 80’s hit and put the idea in his head that he’d look like the lead singer of White Snake if he got a kinky curl perm? OMG and why did he keep that White Snake 80’s hair well into the 90’s?
It was horrible, just horrible. Good memories though…….
Austin