i had this dream
well, really
i've had several of them
where the themes are all switched around
and i don't know what they mean
and i want to talk about them
in one
i'm in a house
and it has
across from the kitchen
another kitchen all glass walls
like a peninsula jutting out from the house
and the first bedroom i go into
the ceiling is open
and above
things are dangling
and bouncing
and moving
around
and
there are other bedrooms
and all of them are different
and all of them are spellbinding, maybe
as i walk inside it becomes a world apart
and i go to find the bathroom
and it is papered in blue and yellow silk
it has stalls like a public necessary
but they are newly pressed metal gleaming blue
i walk through and out a door on the opposite wall
into a large hotel
and then i have a hard time finding my way back
once i do i go from room to room
locking doors
trying to separate my home from the hotel
in another
i go to a movie theater
i am seeing a film
an old film
something from my past
it is quite a well known film, i guess
i am taking notes
maybe i am writing a paper about it
it's dark
so i'm having trouble seeing the paper
then the film stops
maybe there is a problem with the projector
the house lights come up just a little
enough that i can now see the paper i'm writing on
i have written partially on lines 1 and 2
then line 3 starts out normally and then
curves up to fill the space from 1 and 2
then i look at the rest of the paper
it already has writing all over it
some ballpoint pen ink
some felt tip pen heavy and bleeding through
and then there are illustrations
black and white
pen and ink
they don't look like anything i've ever done
but all of it i recognize
and it's all kind of beautiful
some of the pages are thin
like the width of a newspaper or magazine column
and i look around me
people are milling around
waiting for the film to start again
and i'm in the balcony
and i'm starting to wake up
and i know this means something
so i'm trying desperately to remember
what it is that i recognize
is it something from a journal
what was the film
i was writing about it
what did i write
something about kevin bacon
no that's gotta be a joke my mind is now telling me
something about the cinematographer
his name was janec or something like that
some of this i think i maybe get
the stuff above my head in the bed
i think that's my thoughts and memories, dreams
whatever, my imagination
the beautiful bathroom
feels like a psychological victory somehow
but i don't feel any saner
the movie theater dream
i had that saturday night
and it feels like it wants to be telling me
more that just:
change the script or overwrite it or something dumb like that
which might be a standard sort of dream analysis
i think i was telling myself something much more complex
would i have still been able to read the writing
if i had over-written
is it good that the lights came up
why was no one irritated that projection stopped
is it significant that it was in the balcony
what was up with the drawings
i just don't know
