The Dome
One of my favorite wacky dreams to talk about. From March of 2005.
Think David Lynch, Quentin Tarantino, that writer... who's that writer who makes up all the ... oh, Stephen King. From the sounds I heard, and the textures of everything, in terms of magnitude of detail, it beats the flying one where I flew through the alley to a city house during the holiday season. It's been that long since I've had one like this... and oddly, I had my inhaler yesterday. It would be great if I could have some movie shorts made, and get some money out of all this asthma junk!
Scene 1, we (me and David) are at this really great pool. There are about 5 pools. One for laps, one for kids, one for group games, one for the big slide, etc. I wanted to get in the pool so bad and it was a beautiful day: warm and sunny with a big blue sky. But we couldn't swim that day because 1) I took my suit to be repaired by a group of mentally challenged or disadvantaged kids -- they have a swim shop at the pool -- and 2) because we were supposed to be volunteering for this "boys club" pool... not lifeguards but keeping an eye out for possible injuries, messy pool deck, etc. Don't know why it was a boys club. There were adults there who appeared to be members, just like at any other pool club. I sat on the edge of one pool and explained to people why I couldn't swim, for the above reasons. They thought I should just swim in my clothes. I almost fell in as I moved around on the deck. I did feel the water, and it was so warm. (no, there was no urgent need to pee)
Scene 2: our "shift" of swim watch was over at 1pm and we headed back to the car but took a different route somehow. This is going to be really hard to describe. We walked down the sidewalk and then got onto a grassy path. (Definitely took a wrong turn!) The sky overhead was light but ceased to be warm and the color was bland. The sounds of the swimmers faded away into the background and sounds became hushed and echos were dampened. The path in front of us stopped, and there was nothing, nowhere to go. The reason for this will become clear at the end of this scene. Since there was no path and only a horizon of white, we were forced to turn right and head into the woods. By now I am really wondering where the parking lot is and I'm scared because the grassy path is becoming a tall grassy path and as the trail heads upward, we go into the cover of the trees. There are grunts and murmurings around us and there is an uneasy feeling. We are not supposed to be here, and we are alone in our "kind". The tree cover overhead and around us is dense and it hides what murmurs, and dampens the sound, contains it.
The ground is soft and the air is thick. I feel enclosed. The path curves to the right and stops dead and something falls to a thud on the soft almost-mud dirt in front of us. I can feel aggression from what lives here.
Below the path is a cliff. The only place to go is down. We must go quickly, we are being followed. Directly below us is dirt but in this "bowl" is a stadium and we think that is the way out. We'll climb down and go through the locker rooms and get out of here. So we cling together and crouch carefully, grabbing for the protrudings out of the earth: the roots of trees... and use those for handles as we monkey our way toward the stadium exit. Soon the roots give way to mesh sport bags that are on shelves in the stadium. We are still above the ground, and like chimps, we grab onto the mesh and move laterally from mesh to mesh until we are low enough to drop and be at the entrance to the locker rooms.
There are men in the locker rooms, or what look like men... they are people but not like us. There are some shouts as we run because after all, we are in the men's locker and one of us doesn't belong here. We see some doors straight ahead and think that's the way outside. Push open the doors, and come to an instant stop. It is the outside, but we still have the feeling something isn't right. There is a parking lot outside the stadium but it isn't where we parked the car. We find a garbage can and I stop to eat the clementine I had in my purse. I drink what is left of my drink but there is a bug in it. So we throw this stuff into the garbage bin and people are giving us strange looks, from the clementine peel back to us. What? I'm not eating the peel. No way. The people look strange. They are somewhat deformed, or "weird looking", like Walmart shoppers.
Beyond the parking lot, the horizon is white all around and there is a strange crease, odd wave of white color at the bottom of the horizon. And beneath our feet, in between where the grass doesn't grow, is white. We go to the horizon and follow it. The murmurings return. We are walking on a ridge of white, and there are some nostrils in the floor. I swear. There is grass around, and white, but in some openings in the floor, is a set of what appears to be nostrils and the air from the nostrils is fanning the grasses that grow in it. I struggle to stay on the ridge so I don't fall into the nostrils.
The murmurings get louder, though they still sound dampened. We crawl along the horizon now. Something dawns on me. There is a seam here. The murmurings take on a drumming beat. We must work fast. "Do you have a screwdriver in your pocket?" Actually nevermind the screw that holds it in place. I can feel air coming through. I push and push the seam apart. I can feel the chattering closing in on us. We must hurry. One hand on each side of the seam, and push the rubbery plastic apart until it is stretched enough to let me out and it gets larger and then we're both out.
Scene 3: We were in the golf dome. We ended up as part of the underlife of the golf dome, probably quite tiny like the size of ants or something. The stuff in the turf that you never see. Anyway, we are now facing a parking lot where some stores are taking shape. The names aren't there but I can tell the blue and yellow sign is Best Buy. Beyond the lot is the freeway.
The sky overhead is blue, it is warm and a few white clouds float by. We are back home. Sort of. This isn't where we parked our car. We walk over to the shops lined up and there are other people, real people (well sort of) waiting there. A woman goes into a curtain... I realize it is a dressing room for trying on clothes. She looks transparent and strange, but I can't figure out why. Then she comes back out of the dressing room and she is in full color and fully human again. We realize that we are all "golf dome refugees" and while we were in there, we turned into one-dimensional cartoon characters. So this "store" set up is designed to convert us all back to humans. The two of us were thirsty so we filled our glasses and gulped down the Vernors in a contest to see who could drink the most and fastest. When we each burped, we returned to our former human selves.
Think David Lynch, Quentin Tarantino, that writer... who's that writer who makes up all the ... oh, Stephen King. From the sounds I heard, and the textures of everything, in terms of magnitude of detail, it beats the flying one where I flew through the alley to a city house during the holiday season. It's been that long since I've had one like this... and oddly, I had my inhaler yesterday. It would be great if I could have some movie shorts made, and get some money out of all this asthma junk!
Scene 1, we (me and David) are at this really great pool. There are about 5 pools. One for laps, one for kids, one for group games, one for the big slide, etc. I wanted to get in the pool so bad and it was a beautiful day: warm and sunny with a big blue sky. But we couldn't swim that day because 1) I took my suit to be repaired by a group of mentally challenged or disadvantaged kids -- they have a swim shop at the pool -- and 2) because we were supposed to be volunteering for this "boys club" pool... not lifeguards but keeping an eye out for possible injuries, messy pool deck, etc. Don't know why it was a boys club. There were adults there who appeared to be members, just like at any other pool club. I sat on the edge of one pool and explained to people why I couldn't swim, for the above reasons. They thought I should just swim in my clothes. I almost fell in as I moved around on the deck. I did feel the water, and it was so warm. (no, there was no urgent need to pee)
Scene 2: our "shift" of swim watch was over at 1pm and we headed back to the car but took a different route somehow. This is going to be really hard to describe. We walked down the sidewalk and then got onto a grassy path. (Definitely took a wrong turn!) The sky overhead was light but ceased to be warm and the color was bland. The sounds of the swimmers faded away into the background and sounds became hushed and echos were dampened. The path in front of us stopped, and there was nothing, nowhere to go. The reason for this will become clear at the end of this scene. Since there was no path and only a horizon of white, we were forced to turn right and head into the woods. By now I am really wondering where the parking lot is and I'm scared because the grassy path is becoming a tall grassy path and as the trail heads upward, we go into the cover of the trees. There are grunts and murmurings around us and there is an uneasy feeling. We are not supposed to be here, and we are alone in our "kind". The tree cover overhead and around us is dense and it hides what murmurs, and dampens the sound, contains it.
The ground is soft and the air is thick. I feel enclosed. The path curves to the right and stops dead and something falls to a thud on the soft almost-mud dirt in front of us. I can feel aggression from what lives here.
Below the path is a cliff. The only place to go is down. We must go quickly, we are being followed. Directly below us is dirt but in this "bowl" is a stadium and we think that is the way out. We'll climb down and go through the locker rooms and get out of here. So we cling together and crouch carefully, grabbing for the protrudings out of the earth: the roots of trees... and use those for handles as we monkey our way toward the stadium exit. Soon the roots give way to mesh sport bags that are on shelves in the stadium. We are still above the ground, and like chimps, we grab onto the mesh and move laterally from mesh to mesh until we are low enough to drop and be at the entrance to the locker rooms.
There are men in the locker rooms, or what look like men... they are people but not like us. There are some shouts as we run because after all, we are in the men's locker and one of us doesn't belong here. We see some doors straight ahead and think that's the way outside. Push open the doors, and come to an instant stop. It is the outside, but we still have the feeling something isn't right. There is a parking lot outside the stadium but it isn't where we parked the car. We find a garbage can and I stop to eat the clementine I had in my purse. I drink what is left of my drink but there is a bug in it. So we throw this stuff into the garbage bin and people are giving us strange looks, from the clementine peel back to us. What? I'm not eating the peel. No way. The people look strange. They are somewhat deformed, or "weird looking", like Walmart shoppers.
Beyond the parking lot, the horizon is white all around and there is a strange crease, odd wave of white color at the bottom of the horizon. And beneath our feet, in between where the grass doesn't grow, is white. We go to the horizon and follow it. The murmurings return. We are walking on a ridge of white, and there are some nostrils in the floor. I swear. There is grass around, and white, but in some openings in the floor, is a set of what appears to be nostrils and the air from the nostrils is fanning the grasses that grow in it. I struggle to stay on the ridge so I don't fall into the nostrils.
The murmurings get louder, though they still sound dampened. We crawl along the horizon now. Something dawns on me. There is a seam here. The murmurings take on a drumming beat. We must work fast. "Do you have a screwdriver in your pocket?" Actually nevermind the screw that holds it in place. I can feel air coming through. I push and push the seam apart. I can feel the chattering closing in on us. We must hurry. One hand on each side of the seam, and push the rubbery plastic apart until it is stretched enough to let me out and it gets larger and then we're both out.
Scene 3: We were in the golf dome. We ended up as part of the underlife of the golf dome, probably quite tiny like the size of ants or something. The stuff in the turf that you never see. Anyway, we are now facing a parking lot where some stores are taking shape. The names aren't there but I can tell the blue and yellow sign is Best Buy. Beyond the lot is the freeway.
The sky overhead is blue, it is warm and a few white clouds float by. We are back home. Sort of. This isn't where we parked our car. We walk over to the shops lined up and there are other people, real people (well sort of) waiting there. A woman goes into a curtain... I realize it is a dressing room for trying on clothes. She looks transparent and strange, but I can't figure out why. Then she comes back out of the dressing room and she is in full color and fully human again. We realize that we are all "golf dome refugees" and while we were in there, we turned into one-dimensional cartoon characters. So this "store" set up is designed to convert us all back to humans. The two of us were thirsty so we filled our glasses and gulped down the Vernors in a contest to see who could drink the most and fastest. When we each burped, we returned to our former human selves.
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