Tuesday, 9 April 2002
spain

the dream started out with Karine and I trying to stay overnight at some house in the hills which was haunted. we were nervous about that. more to the point, though, the house was in disrepair and I fell through the deck and almost broke my leg.

I befriended some imps or other small creature, and ended up learning a little about their society. the one I befriended was a youth prominent in the clan. however it became in bad grace and was put for sale by displaying it on a table with red kanji describing it.

it got picked up by another clan, or possibly the sale was relented. there was a celebration in which we all had to dance, in sets. I didn't know what they were but then it turned out this was only a rehearsal.

everyone sat down to a big dinner afterwards. turns out one of the dinner attendees was Christopher Reeve. he had also been dancing. I thought maybe I had been out of touch and asked how this was possible. he explained that he was wearing like a wire cage, and with muscle movements in his jaw he was directing a big outside motor to move his limbs.

as he was speaking I realized the movements were overcompensating. turns out that was a problem with the machine and I had to call the companyh to come investigate & repair. I went to use the phone and found dialing 9 didn't work. oh yah- to get the US you have to dial 011.

the phone number I was trying to dial was an Oakland number (510). I kept fumbling as I dialed. the numbers were on 3 weird keypads in a low feiling and were not in the right places. like, the center pad was

7 8 9
4 5 3

it was very confusing. someone else there said it was because we were in Spain. they showed me a special button on some keyboard that said "the Queen" and when pressed, allowed you to pick up BBC broadcasts from across the water.

the dream started out in a forested area and was it & coloured in cool greys and greens. when it moved to the dancing part it became more yellow-y sunshine-y.

Posted by dracon at 09 April 2002 10:38
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