Arasta
I'm in a pub that has a great number of pool tables and dart boards.
It's dark and smokey, lit by stained glass lamps that hang from the ceiling.
I have entered a dart contest because (in the dream) I am quite an accomplished player.
I have been joined by Arasta (a dream figure for both Paul and I -she's essentially Astara,
but taller, heavier, with peculiar skin and an unpleasant disposition.
In both our dreams she wears black cloths and a cheap blue feather boa.)
who is being extremely pessimistic about my game.
I try to explain to her that I'm actually quite skilled, but she just rolls her eyes.
I notice that she is holding a muppet of Astara attached to marionette strings.
She throws me a calculated sneer, turns, and strutwaddles out of the bar.
Swans
I am feeding 5-6 swans that are swimming in a moat.
Watch
I'm with Dan on 4th avenue looking in different stores.
I have given/loaned him a watch that has a camera and video games attached to it,
in the hope that he's stop being late everywhere.
For some reason he has sold it.
I'm angry with him because of this, so he goes back to get it.
We enter the store, which is packed with comics, collectors cards, memorabilia, posters, etc.
The man behind the counter is fat and wears very thick glasses.
He tells us it's too late, someone already bought the watch.
We leave the store and enter a theatre to see a play.
In the play, the actors are playing the same game that was in another dream (oct 4).
The handman's tale
I'm at a large woman's convention at a motel.
There are palm trees in terra cotta pots all around the room, and I am eating linguini.
The convention is being held because a way has been discovered
for a woman to impregnate herself without the need for a man.
We are there to decide what to do with males
now that they are no longer needed to continue the human race.
There is a strong feeling that a huge change in sexual power is about to happen.
Strength.
Quilt
Jessica Tandy is sewing part of a quilt slowly.
A background voice is speaking of things important in her life:
the significance of the number 3, a crown, etc.
She is sewing her life as she sits by a fire.
The firelight warmly offsets her wrinkles.
She's using bright orange thread.
Elevator
I'm in a mall elevator, and Chris (L) is with me.
The air is very charged.
We seem to have met at another time and are still just getting to know each other.
The only other person in the elevator is the elevator man,
who is wearing a red suit with gold brocade.
The elevator man had to lift me up to get into the elevator,
and to get off we have to swing from a rope.
I swing first.
Boa
Jeffery has given me a beautiful peacock feather boa.
The bronze, gold, black and blue colours are painfully brilliant.
The boa is very full but weighs nothing, and has pheasant feathers interspaced all along it.
Event
I am helping Helen set up food at a show.
It's very important to have everything set up properly, as it's for a big event.
Helen is strangely friendly, yet not very interesting or strong minded.
Wings
I'm at a masquerade ball dressed as a peacock again.
This time I have a 1/2 mask, white face, metallic blue lipstick,
and gold feathers have grown from my hairline.
Again, I'm wearing my corset, but I have a full tail growing behind me
that I can fan and unfan at will.
I see a man in a Zorro costume watching me as I walk past.
When I know he has turned away, I come up behind him, pluck a feather from my hairline,
(which stings slightly)
and blow it over the top of his head so that it floats slowly down in front of him.
He turns.
"It's all in the timing..." I say "do you have the time?"
He shifts his cape to check his watch.
I see his tattoo and realize that it's James.
He smiles and tells me it's nearly midnight.
I ask him if he wants any raspberry jam and he smiles, knowing it's me.
Then we're in my room, lying on my bed.
I'm on my back with my feathers spread out behind me,
he's lying against my belly, on arm around my waist,
the other softly fanned out around my neck.
He's asleep, and I'm pulling small, greengold feathers from my body
and laying them across his back.
The roots of the feathers seem to melt into his skin and stay there.
One by one I'm building him a pair of wings to surprise him with when he wakes.