I haven't a clue if it's related because I have only ever been exposed to this thread and a considerable amount of FL posts, yet have never, except
for maybe once when I might have been multi-tasking, watched one of FL's vids all-the-way-through, although I might have seen bits of 2 or 3; I don #n
know; but almost nil times all the way through.
Truth be told I did have, in late 2014, a very intense series of dreams that cut deeply in to my sleep and left me exhausted. I wanted to say
"exhilarated", but the last dream drained me.
So it lasted a week and a different dream every night. I dream in Technicolor, but these dreams were so intense that the standard for them was a gray
scale, black and white, with occasional forays in to sepia tones.
It was all about different locations and the people that inhabited them; mostly houses and cities, sometimes houses that were
cities, like this
I had to meet all of these people, I was never really quite sure why I was meeting them, there was always this sense of just catching up to the answer
to why I was "there".
The dreams came on with increasing intensity, so the final ones are the ones I remember the mosts about. One was recurring. In that one, I remember
feeling resentful that I had been sent back. It all took place in this sprawling American ranch-style home that was sort of worn down with having been
lived in, like a grandma's house with no grandma, like the matriarch of the family was long gone and her descendants were left to act out their
strange lives in ways undecipherable by me. I was never sure why I was there, only ever almost
sure; I was always left guessing, there was
always some activity in every room that I almost understood.
Then there was the castle city. There was only one person there that knew what was going on, and they kept hiding her, mostly in ways that didn't make
sense because I didn't understand the local customs and traditions. They'd do some silly thing that didn't at all look like it would hide her, but it
always worked. When I wasn't watching that go on, I was parlaying with this stream of people, gripped by the knowledge that if I lost my patience and
temper at their silliness I would be booted and not find her. I never found her.
Then there was the "hill community". A great swath of the southern part of a valley filled with homes and businesses. I had to make all these stops
meeting people. I was getting around by skateboard, sidewalk-surfing through the curving broad cement pedestrian paths, stopping at select locations.
Almost no one there let me past their cramped and redundant foyers. Everyone in this place was highly critical of me. At one particular stop a family
was unloading their RV in their curving driveway, I stopped short of their curb and stepped on the kick-plate of my board, "Where's the way out?", I
asked and the dad in his vacation t-shirt jerked his thumb down the street, "Same way you're goin", and I made a break for it.
I remember this one particularly hairy curve on my way out. I could see myself in the panes of window-glass that fronted a dry-cleaner's store front
as the wheels of my board gave my feet feedback that said I was going to die. But I didn't, I skated out of there and in my dream-vision I saw myself
from above and knew that I had passed but only narrowly.
Oh God then there was the penultimate dream of the series. It took place in all of the overlooked municipal spaces of northern Los Angeles. It was all
cement expanses that you could drive cars in, and that was how we would meet.
In this dream I was part of some secret group. We had vintage cars, and in the trunks of these cars we kept these crazy electro-magnetic rifles that
we used in battles against something I never saw. Just lots of cement and leather trench coats. Meeting at places, and hauling stuff out of the trunk.
Again: Never clear on what the # we were doing.
Finally, and I can't go too far with this one because I am sincerely telling you that I have PTSD from it to this day (not a week goes by that I don't
think of it) is the last dream in the series which involves being on some strange, continent-spanning Canadian farm co-opt and meeting the
tractor-maiden of my dreams only to be incarcerated and tortured to death. My gaolers made it clear that my punishment was due to my inability to
interpret my situation in a way that pleased their laws.
Like I said: I have no idea if it is related, but that was the craziest episode of dreaming since I was a little nubblin.
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