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September 14, 2005
sharks, plane crashes and missing shoes

I find that when I move, or at times of great transition, I often have recurring dreams, dreams that have been with me in one form or other most of my life.

Lately they've revisited me. I dream of planes crashing. I'll be sitting there, looking out the window and I'll shout: 'Sam! Come look, there's a super low flying plane.' and then I'll jump and fling him protectively under me as I watch the thing veer erratically and crash down into our suburb, mowing down homes along the way. This latest one came skidding right up to the window, stopping with it's nose an inch from crashing through the pane into us.

The other familiar dream resurfacing from the savage wilderness of my subconscious is a repetitive muddle of trying to move out of my childhood trailer(in the commune, we lived in mobile homes in the Maine backwoods) and not being able to find my shoes. I look everywhere, panicking(I can't leave without my shoes!) and find all kinds of shoes, but not my own.

I often have dreams about clothing, fraught with meaning about my life path, my choices, or inability to choose... Sometimes I will be trying to remove my shirt, pulling the ridiculously tight thing off over my head, only to find another layer beneath, over and over...

Indentities I suppose. Trying to rid myself of layers, of armour, of unnecessary baggage.

I guess it makes sense, since I've just moved, I'm remaking myself. A lighter, firmer image, birthing a new self for the new place. A new life, a new day.

Last night I had a completely new dream. I rescued a girl from a gigantic shark. She was a rather stupid girl. She just huddled there, wide-eyed, clinging to a post in the water as the monstrous, many-toothed beast swallowed her whole, like a bonbon.

But I whalloped it anyway. Killed it, cut it into shark steaks-explaining to the rest of the castaways, as I hacked and chopped, that shark was tough, but very nutricious-and ate it.

Oddly enough, it was delicious, or at least I thought so(but then, much to the amusement of my new roomate, I ate a fried liver, garlic and lettuce pita sandwich for lunch today, so my taste often treads the wierder side of good).

The meat was dark red, translucent, like fresh tuna sushi, but so much yummier. I kept eating it, spearing steak after juicy steak on my knife, savouring the rich, raw delight of it, throughout the rest of the dream.

Carnivorous as hell, but on the whole I like the shark dream much better than the crashing planes or missing footware.

Mmmm... Shark.

Gawd I need some sushi.

Where's my sushigirl Danni when I need her? Goddamn Alaska. I bet she's sick of fish now. Not that she ever ate it here, silly vegan... It was kinda funny going out for sushi with someone who didn't eat the fish.

Maybe I'll freeze a spinach ball and send it to her.

:)

Straight from the Queen's mouth. Sayeth rzan at 07:10 PM
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