29 August 2009

Dream


Climb up ladder to level, see rusty little monkey move. Fear. Realise I am inside enclosure. Flee, ahead of King Kong-size ape. (A cow's gait in monkey.)

On street see Jess, thus can locate Camilla. She is a satellite.

Elaine's funeral. Big. Walk path. Sidestep Hugh, using tree. In house.

With woman in room. Notice outside window, my paintings - not my good ones - on walls of street (like Pisan student graffiti). In the room my paintings of gates - gates -gates. I want to show Cam, can't find her.

Upstairs, in bar, a group of men are released from a cell. I need toilet. A man slips in, checks bars won't close on him, to use that toilet. A bit risky for me.

Walk up path, a little like Stourhead. Grand. No Cam. In room again with a gay guy. He touches my thigh etc I protest. He makes a pass. I protest. Try to find Cam. As I return, I think 'I might as well try.' He says 'No, wait' and we kiss tenderly. Slowly (met Dan today). I look out window, the woman is looking at me, raised eyebrows, from opposite lit window.

04 August 2009

Dream 2/8/12 (sic)

Hidemi + 2 other guys (Howard?). I leave my appt and they are shivering, grim-faced, immobile through cold. ‘Why didn’t you find me?’ I ask. I wrap them in blanket. We visit a print shop just before closing. Find a pic of a dog (pic) for CAE? But I can’t find anything. Later, in a separate section I see Lucian Freud’s dog.

Plane travel – leave room, door ajar to enter shower and return …

I’m on st. explaining to mum and dad and Tom Waits that I need one more night to research. I need to escape, unless mum wants to pay my bail. I hold a sheet with figures – Jon 70.90 + 209.00. Maybe the 209 is what I borrowed from him previously. My thesis – ‘underground.’ It’s coming together – Dumas wrote of an underground society, deposed kings in absentia from throne, ruled subterranean kingdoms, rode horses on tectonic plates below the outer surface. As I demonstrate, I sway from the hips, lightly connect with the earth.

Dream 3 / 12

dies …