TAKING THE MEAT TRAIN NORTH TO INDIA (pre wbtb)
clarity - 2/5
lucidity - 0-3/5
My great old friend D and I are driving north through Vermont in the evening when traffic stops due to a major accident involving a Volkswagon Golf. Everyone's OK but the road is closed. Luckily, there's a nearby train stop, so we go in to get tickets. The ticket agent sits across from us on comfortable couches and talks about our options. First he points out how I only have one sock on and no shoes. Whatever. He explains how all of the trains are tourist oriented theme trains, each representing a different culture. The next train is the "meat train", which offers a continuous flow of Scandinavian meats to its riders. Tickets are $60 each.
We buy two. Its even funnier because I'm a vegetarian. D explains this to the ticket agent and he looks at me with a new respect, like he is impressed by the vegetarian willing to ride the meat train. I have redeemed my footwear situation.
We get on the train. Our luggage travels next to the train on a conveyer belt. I see that my luggage, which apparently consists of the back part of an upright piano, has fallen off the track. D and I get off to fix it. The train accelerates into turbo mode and we run to catch up. A line of beams on wheels are dragged in back of the train. The beams are for children to ride on while their parents enjoy the meatfest. "That doesn't really look safe for children" I say to D as we chase the train.
We don't make it, but that turns out to be a good thing. We run along the track, and the track turns out to lead through a crazy funhouse like system of hallways. There are false doors and optical illusion hallways that get smaller as you walk them. We run around laughing.
We reach our destination, but it turns out to be India, not Vermont.
We are in Chennai at night. India happens to be a dream sign of mine (apparently meat trains are just a totally feasible aspect of waking life). I become lucid. I feel a strong dual body awareness, and feel like I'm about to wake up. Closing one eye seems to help stabilize things. I know the beach is nearby and I just want to get into the ocean before waking. I make it and submerge into the black water. Its not as warm as I hoped, but still great. I poke my head out to see some people milling around or sitting on an old broken pier.
GREG LOUSY: MYSTIC DICTATOR AND VESSEL OF RAGE (post wbtb)
lucidity - 3-4/5
clarity - 3-4/5
note - the dialogue is not exact, but pretty damn close
My wife and i live in a small, sterile room at my old college. Its not a dorm, more of a side room in a study hall. The walls are this awful mustard color. I feel terrible, like I'm trapped here. I'm very aware that I am way to old to be a student. I'm not sure what I am.
My wife is not home at the time. I go out to a common area to use the computers. I have these deviant thoughts like "I bet I could steal these computers and sell them". I can't take this. I feel myself overflowing with sadness and rage.
I walk out to the quad and start screaming as hard as I can continuously.
Wait a minute.... the last few times I was like this I was dreaming
...... even have this recorded as a dreamsign.......... yep, dreaming.
I don't need to RC, but I am puzzled by how clear and accurate everything is. Also, I am very physically aware of my body. I try to fly but fall and wrench my wrist. I jump off a steep hill thinking I have to commit more - even worse result. I walk on. A co-worker of mine walks beside me. I explain why this is a dream. "Watch this" I say. I start my screaming. "see, nothing. In waking life you can't just go around screaming without anything happening. Also, I don't think that hotel is really there. " - In the distance there is an enormous hotel illuminated by hundreds of moving spotlights. (my college is in rural a rural area. (Thinking about it now, I wonder if this coworker, and maybe the hotel were gifts to help reinforce my lucidity)
That being established, I resume my rage and sadness and random screaming. At one point, i stop screaming myself but the screaming continues on its own, resounding everywhere.
I walk on, ending up in a groundskeepers shed or something, seeking refuge. A woman and someone else are there which irritates me because I want to be left alone, and these people look off putting and needy. I make a beat by stomping and clapping and start singing a song about how I feel and wanting to be left alone. This works pretty good and I'm starting to feel alright. These people in here don't seem to bad anymore. The even look endearing in a childish kind of way.
Then two human sized bee type things hover by the window
I incorporate them into the song. I laugh a little and move on, out of the shed. More of my coworkers join me as I walk down the hill. I float along backstroke style for a bit. We go into a building that is kind of a cross between a college dorm and the hospital where we work. One of the coworkers is J, who generaly plays the role of "the painfully unavailable woman". Some guy who is with us gives J a hug. He tries to grab her ass and she nonchalantly moves his hand. He tries again with the same result. Again. Then he tries to go down her pants and I've had enough. I push him away and lay into the guy, yelling. I explain how the first attempt was almost forgivable, and how each subsequent attempt made him more and more into a complete creep.
Well, the infinite rage is back. I walk away into the hallway and just start destroying shit. I punch the wall repeatedly and throw the chunks. I seem to be finding electrical device and what not. Throw them down the hall, tear at the wires... rage. i think I pull out a window frame at one point.
Deep within the wall I find several packages of strawberries. They are delicious, and magically make me feel better. One of the patients approaches (this part of the hall is more like the children's psych hospital where I work). She wants strawberries. Her staff tells me I can give her two. We discuss the amount. Most of the good ones are gone anyway, so I give her two strawberries and a few large blueberries that seem to have snuck in.
i walk back to where my co-workers are. I approach the guy I had laid into. he's in a side room now and seems harmless and apologetic, just another human. he offers to leave and "take space" (psych hospital jargon), but I stop him and explain how I overreacted, and how the whole thing was more about me than him. i walk away. J is sitting up in her blankets in the dark hallway. i sit across from her, close with our legs touching. We have a good talk, starting with the previous incident.
J. - that was kind of my fault. About a week ago we were hugging and I made a mistake with him.
me - Like a kissing mistake?
J (smiling) - Yeah, like a kissing mistake.
me - So you guys have been hanging out a lot in the dreamworld?
J - yeah
At this point two large security officers walks down the hall, looking for someone. They are carrying around some handwritten pages with my name at the top, in my handwriting. They question me, but seem to think I am shorter than I really am. They stand there, piecing things together. I consider turning myself in, but then decide to just ignore them. I continue my talk with J.
J - he's just a regular, open kind of guy. I get so uncomfortable with you, like your some kind of mystic dictator or something.
me (laughing) - Well, if you ever get tired of being comfortable, I'll be here.
We embrace and its the closest I've ever been to her.
She has been morphing slightly throughout our talk. Her eyes got green and her teeth got sharp at some point, but she remained herself enough for the talk to be very satisfying. At the end though, everything starts to get shaky and she starts morphing into my wife. Also, the security guards are still there and they now know who I am. I'm not afraid (pretty sure I could wake up at will anyhow), but I decide to flee everything. I fly down the hallway. It ends and i go through the wall, then the next wall, then the next.
Strangely, its the door to the outside that trips me up. I'm out but I'm grounded. I must have MM in mind, because I ask someone nearby "is that big hotel over there an ice hotel?"
I see a bunch of skateboarders roll by. I notice a riderless board and recognize it as my ride. I chase it down and hop on (Awesome! I was thinking about a dream hoverboard vehicle a while ago!) I take a few turns and take to the air. Its kind of hard to gain altitude but this stile rules!
The dream fades.
I don't quite wake though - First some semi lucid fragments
- I'm eating tons of food from the fridge. I am convinced that its the same food I have in waking life, but it clearly wasn't, unless we have some huge cereal boxes with attached milk pouches I'm not aware of.
- Eating a huge bowl of delicious Asian fish soup, thinking about how if you only have a short time to make soup, Asian style is the way to go because ingredients like soy sauce have already had time for the flavors to mature - you don't have to develop as much of the flavors yourself with things like herb infusions.
Then the soup is filled with ice.
- My old cat, Maize, who ran away is nuzzling against me and I think of how rare this is (she was very skiddish)