Posted by: normanlgreen | March 4, 2013

Dream, March 4, 2013 Hostage keeps them laughing

Dream, home, 3:43 am

A gang has taken from me an odd weapon: the artillery shell on the long strap. Waved is good fun in the parking lot of a motel. Each time it clinks against the ground we know it might explode.

Kept prisoner by the criminals in the hotel – keep them laughing. Walking out with four empty hard shell suitcases. The car revs strangely then finally catches. Pushing the bumper of the car parked in front of me. It rolls through the parking lot as I drive through the alley – wearing a white helmet. I see two police men dodge toward me. They too wear white helmets and will ask the only witness if the person who pushed the car had any distinctive features – the helmet will give me away. I know that the police see it.

Earlier – touring the architect’s house find that in a room he has created a giant diorama of what the land featured before he built. The floor has a lighted plastic area to represent a lake. Sliding around on the floor is like flying over the scene at low altitude. The floor is not meant to be walked upon, but I am given the special privilege.


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