Chase Dream

Quarter of ten. In my recurring dream of persecution, I finally made it downtown! To begin, I was with Morgan Freeman in a large building, something like a hangar, but with a hallway. We passed through a double door into a smaller chamber with big windows. The feeling was agoraphobic and paranoid, like being watched. Outside, the landscape was flat and treeless, looking like an airport in the boonies. I glanced around, focusing mostly to our right. I saw no one outside, so I decided to make a run for it. Freeman stayed behind. I left the building, hurrying towards my parked car and ever watchful to my right. Then, among the sticks in the distance, I caught a glimpse of a pursuer. The dream’s pace accelerated from there. I got in the car and drove maniacally onto the highway. I took a few turn-offs I knew, watching the car divide in two and move along without me in it. I could guide the vehicle by remote, but couldn’t see where it was going after the on-ramp. Still, this time it worked. I rejoined with the car at the Ferry Street Bridge and exited right onto Sixth Street, changing lanes a few times and becoming camouflaged by the thick traffic, all the while fleeing from hot pursuit…

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The Walls of Eisendeers

Midnight 🕛. Slept for four hours and dreamt about my parents, tv 📺, and bums in my backyard. Very interesting because the tv could see and hear you. On the tube I saw some old I Love Lucy’s and the face of Autumn Jade the porn star. Re the latter, I had the dream thought that I didn’t love her particularly but somehow we must love the one we’re with. Her face in fact was just ordinary, not very expressive of anything, even sex. She looked androgynous or bisexual, if sexual at all. Just not attractive, while in real life what had attracted me to her was her buxom body. Perhaps that’s no kind of love. It was merely carnal… The two bums in my backyard were sleeping. So was I. By the time I thought to wake them, they were already up and it was I who was lazy. The story leaked to the media. When I came back inside and told Mom, Dad didn’t understand. I told him that the walls had eyes and ears. Then, in the living room, Mom and I flipped through the channels on the interactive tv 📺…