A “rites of passage” dream. I am holed up in a hotel somewhere in the USA. Ist not what people expect it to be cracked up to be.
There is a sleeping bed-twin bed joined together in the impression of a king size bed and a large sofa on which I have decided to study sleep for all but the last day. On the last day, I think hell, why not sleep in, sleep through what ever subject it is I should be studying for. IRL its 6.30 am and I’m sure its later. G gets up early Tuesdays and Thursdays for Chinese, leaving at 7.30 am, whihc is about when I too must get up to cycle.
And today is MCM Tuesday and also a big 3 day meeting with some OS customers.
One scene – I’ve gobe to the beach – city beach with Mr B and his 3 year old son C. Though onlyMr B and I swim. Its a test of our manliness. We have to race into the water, where it is cold. Upon entry, the underwaterness is not at all familiar – its foreboding. Essentially, there are no weeds, just the sand and shells. This leaves the water quite lifeless. In addition someone (the government?) has added large vertabrae from unknown creatures (whales, dinosaurs) whihc are strewn and stackled on teh ocean floor and can be climbed upon. We can breathe freely underwater which defies logic IRL. I climb up a stack, several vertebrae high and find myself perched perhaps 20 feet or 2 storeys high. There is a woman below who is in some combination of a phone call (its free) and a bingo competition, which is irritating and impeding my progress.
Another scene vivid at the time concerns the recovery of a knife. This is a Mundial kitchen knife, given to me I reckon IRL as a 21st birthday present (though it may not have been). IRL its tip has been broken off accidentally, unthinkingly by my house mate Ms H.
In our kitchen she has inserted the knifde into a crack in the counter top and boiunced it, like a ruler ti make a funny boinging sound, whereupon its tip has cracked off. I get a sense of the end of my penis being cut off, after all this is a rites of passage flavoured dream. IRL she merely dropped it and its end snapped off.
I forced her to have the long 25 cm blade ground down into a stumpy 20 cm knife. It is still functional (short and thick does the trick) though not the sharpest knofe in my drawer.
I am pleased I insisted taht she go through with it. (she is accountable for her actions)
And I bear no malice.
