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70s dream: The Bull. I go up a small, but deep creek in a canoe. By the right bank is a little cove where "exclusive members" of a club go to pick nuts and there are also nuts for sale. We stop on an island, but then a man says he doesn't want to go up the creek because there are little tiny sharks that are vicious beyond imagination because they have lived in the creek so long they don't even know they're sharks. I thought they'd be big by now, but the man indicates small ones. Some people on a canoe trip hear some growling up ahead that sounds like sharks but turns out to be a bull. The bull appears at the right side behind me. His horns are polished mahogany and curved so that when he tosses his head they seem to turn like a curved stick. He makes rushes at the island almost getting across the small creek. I remember that you have to face these things and go up to him and pull the long fur on his face. The fur is long like a curtain. His face is as large as a door -- he doesn't get smaller or anything. His attention is diverted by rich people coming to "pick nuts". He makes small rushes at some children, then remarks that they will be sorry that they drank the "harmless" water of this creek and will remember this for a long time. I think they'll probably get diarrhea. I begin paddling quickly down the creek to the fence with the bull in pursuit -- cross the fence, but he also crosses. The paddling has become very smooth like flying and I continue this feeling and fly up into a very large white branched dead tree that all the bark has fallen off of it. The person behind me comes too. The branches of dead trees fall off too and all the bull has to do is wait under the tree a few months. The bull climbs right up the tree. I throw a flashlight and some other stuff. He falls and lands right on his head and turns into a man, bounces right up and climbs again in the form of the bull. this time I have only a small stick which I throw anyway -- trying to hit the bull's eye. Then the bull turns into a blond woman in a white dress with pink dots and she says I've done well. I get down and Rudy is at the bottom of the tree, has a notebook made of pieces of green paper and he's been writing -- making shapes on the paper. I ask for a pen to write something down. The blond woman is in the car on the passenger side. The car is headed up towards the stars. Good, ahead of his time. Bullets equal bull turds. Up your ass. The common sense one man bases his life on appears to another to be the drunkard's observation of the effect of alcohol blown out of proportion to cover all of life. Kids writing on the walls at school -- adults upset. I ask if it wasn't there before. Woman sees that a petroleum product is noxious --f inds out about Carver and works on substitute made of peanut oil.
7/24/02 2-3AM I see a man or two men in a room with two women -- no spare men for me to talk to so I leave and go home to watch TV. One man follows me and I find out he's renting a room in Japan for $30 a year. I ask him, but how much for the airline ticket? He gets a job working for a tall Japanese woman at the airport in her food service business. I meet her and she's sitting at a table with styrofoam tray of fried rice heaped up in front of her along with other dishes -- like curry with small dishes around. The fried rice also has a well of yellow stuff in it like curry or gravy that the dream points out -- my eyes rest on it -- she has a daughter about 8 sitting beside her. Then I see the man dressed in his white waiters outfit and a hair net at the airport restaurant and another employee calls him, "Our Indian". He follows the Japanese owner and she goes through an automatic door and another short woman dressed all in white uniform comes out -- like Orpheus sort of -- but I point out to the man that I don't think she likes him because she passed him off on another woman. He likes it there because of the Black women he told me earlier in the dream. Then he's at a phone kiosk trying to make a call reading the phone number off the bottom of something that looks like a gift bag and says happily that that dream phone will call home. I look into his eyes and he looks very spaced out and I tell him he can't work like that and I might have to call an ambulance and he says that is boring. I carry him in my arms like a child -- has very thin legs and arms like sticks. Before that I was sitting at a picnic table/bench and the man next to me says that is the wrong table and moves to some pointing at 90 degrees to the picnic table that have snack bar type seats. The Japanese woman with the young daughter and has gone under a blanket -- which I remove and see a middle aged thick waisted blond woman with a daughter also. They are face down at full length for a massage. The skinny butt Japanese woman is in the Moslem prayer position. I go to another table and it has several middle-aged men in white shirts with high buttoned very small collars, a young guy standing up talking to them, and a tall American man in a khaki Navy uniform reading a book on the far side. He is listening to them and chuckles when the young guy says something and one middle aged guy responds, "if we have an old face, you call us Management." His face does look leathery. The Navy guy has a big white patch on his right breast pocket area but I don't go closer and read it. "Ambassador" "slow me down" "Table, Baron?" Then I pick up the phone and the female operator says, "for the next available... stay on the line and fall in love with him."
70s dream: The air is filled with huge UFOs the size of houses. The houses land and blend into the neighborhood. The are silent but I turn around in time to see one land. The wind blows me off the road and I fly over the city -- LA probably -- to a building -- movie about brain surgery. The people in the audience -- in the front are cutting flesh off a cow and eating it. Some cut other people's legs, some their own, some huddle horrified and comfort each other. I start to leave and the thin blond boy has attached himself to me -- very small, sharp teeth and fingernails that are delicate as a baby's. I take himto a window well and hang him down by the feet and bang his head, then drop him -- he looks like a chicken carcas. I leave, find blanket, jump up and fly without it. The vampire is back, the fingernails very tiny now. He bites my finger and scrapes it and says I'll be a vampire now. I tie his arms and drop him on the city.... Working on something over and over.... Wear one outfit for several days, get feeling it is the only thing I can stand, me in red pants -- describe as wild looking. ... Small box flies into living room -- Jimi Hendrix record -- Call It to Your Mind. ... Woman showing a dress to a customer, knee in her back. ... Glass shell of righteous thinking over a woman's yard -- hurricane winds. ... To light -- coming to fore -- you spent so much time in darkness.
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