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Yesterday I did not wake up. I was ripped into the daylight of my life because I was having a nightmare. Now, I’ve had scary dreams before (my blog is littered with them): apocolyptic dreams, and massive disaster dreams… For some reason, I play out a lot of my subconscious in these tragedies. These dreams are over-the-top, graphic, horrible, and somehow I am always safe in them. This latest dream was not really that different from the usual of my scarier dreams, but I was pushed from the dream and into my room through my panicked breathing and feelings of utter terror! It was very weird! I don’t remember ever having that happen, before.
THE (horror) DREAM:
I was in a hotel room with someone who was teaching me Yoga. There was a large pane of window that looked out onto a parking lot, a busy highway, and across to some kind of business, like a 7-11 or something, on the other side of that highway. I was doing some sort of squatting thing while facing out the window and I started acting silly, bending my arms up at the elbows, facing my hands out, downward, and making chicken noises, laughing. My teacher wasn’t that amused, but I was really cracking myself up, squatting there, my arms dancing like an Egyptian’s, and snickering.
Suddenly, out the window I see one car crash into another, sending the one that got hit onto its side and rolling down an embankment. I shouted out, “Oh my god! A car just crashed!” My teacher seemed uninterested and at first I thought the teacher just thought I was kidding, so said it again. By this time, ANOTHER car crashed into the one still left on the highway! And then another, and another! My teacher still just stood there, not able to see out the window from where he/she was. I couldn’t just stand there any longer, so I gathered myself up and ran outside.
That’s when I saw three toddlers on tricycles. In some kind of slow motion, I saw them being hit by the various traffic and sliding on their sides along the pavement!
By now there were fires and screaming and it was just awful!
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone calling from a cell phone to 911. I thought, Oh DUH! I should call 911! But as that person dialed, a large Black man suddenly rose from the crashes and debris with a large two-by-four swinging… and he rushed up behind the person who was dialing and smashed his head! The body just dropped in convulsions.
I was stunned, but thought quickly enough to try to dial 911, too. The man glanced up at me, hatefully, from the distance and said in this terrifying voice, “Don’t even think about calling for help.”
He started toward me.
I rushed to a car that still seemed driveable from among the wreckage and got into the driver’s seat just as he was rounding the car. There were keys in the ignition! Thank god! The big man was now at my driver’s side window, his face bloody and burned, his clothes shredded. He flattened both of his hands against the window as I tried to start the car. He spittled out, “You will never get away.”
He stepped back, pulled the two-by-four into a huge, arcing motion, and swung it toward the window. I closed my eyes…
…and woke up, out of breath, and shaking.
But last night’s dream wasn’t scary; it was strange and beautiful.
THE (hawmi) DREAM:
I dreamt that Hawmi was hosting me for a weekend in his home. It wasn’t his home that I know in waking life; it was a huge, multi-leveled, epic mansion of some sort and he lived there, alone. Although he lived there alone, he would lease out the entire space to large groups of people for various occassions over extended periods of time, so he was never really “alone” and his income was dependant on that.
I remember we were having this wonderful time, just romping around the grounds and the mansion, playing and laughing, but whenever a tenant would be nearby, Hawmi would change his demeanor to a very professional stance and make sure they were being served well by the stafe, that they were happy, etc.
It came to my attention that everyone who was there at the time, though, Hawmi did NOT like. He was happy to have them in the house because they did generate income, but he was counting the days for them to leave.
At one point, we were walking together through a pristine, white dining area where several of the tenants were having lunch or dinner. Everything was so white, even though this seemed to be a large, outdoor area connected off the mansion.
The plate that day, at that time, was something that included Corn-on-the-Cob. Everyone was grumbling about having to eat it, and they were completely perplexed as to HOW to eat it. Some were pricking off kernels with a fork, others were biting it, but immediately putting it back down in disgust at the “mess.”
Hawmi just rolled his eyes as we noticed these people behaving so melodramatically over Corn-on-the-Cob. I was very confused as to what kind of people didn’t know how to eat corn-on-the-cob!
A table with three guys looked up and caught Hawmi’s eye as we were walking past and said in a smug, presumptuous tone, “Can you HELP with this?!”
Hawmi patiently bent over the table, took out a knife, held the corn at at angle, and slid the knife along the cob under the kernels, popping them off onto the plate into a nice, neat pile. Everyone was so impressed and exclaimed, “ohhhh…” as if this was just genius. The leaves (called “shucks”) from the corn were still on cob, so Hawmi cut those off, too. As he did so, I saw him lift the bundle of leaves up in a way that left his fingers buttery and busy… and he paused. Everyone at the table paused, too, waiting to see if he would do what it looked like he was about to do. Hawmi glanced back at me with a calm, but telling look… and then he did it. He LICKED his buttery fingers from having been touching the corn… and then proceeded to touch and turn the cob so as to remove the corn for the obnoxious tenant.
The tenant threw down his napkin and said, “Ohhh! I cannot believe you did that! How unsanitary! How uncivil!” and he pushed himself out and away from the table. He then called for everyone else to get up and leave with him, not only from the dining area, but to leave from this epic mansion.
I was so nervous as to what Hawmi was going to do because he was now losing all of these people! He just stood there, watching them leave. I waited and in a few moments, it was so quiet, except for birds and breeze.
Then Hawmi looked at me… paused… opened up a big grin, reached around me with his familiar, warm hug, lifted me up into him, and said, “NOW the place is all ours! NOW we can play!! LET’S GO!” and set me back down, took off running, looking back for me to chase him.
And I did.
HAWMI n COCTEAUBOY bein’ silly