Curse
A large costume (partially of peacock feathers, mostly of metal)
has a combination tattoo gun and dentist's drill rigged up in it's mouth.
The costume's motion comes from metal coins that must be dropped into a slot.
(The visuals in the dream become wave, as if from heat rising.)
A woman is pregnant.
Her child will continue a line of power, but she has been cursed.
Her face has partially split down the middle
and she has been told something may be wrong with her child.
She's very strong, but fears going into labor.
After the birth, the curse is broken.
Her baby is fine, her face has healed, spirits are high.
Shark
(partly bad horror moviesque)
It seems I've had this dream before, but I'm not entirely sure...
and even if I've had it I don't know that it'll end in the same way.
A woman of larger proportions is sitting on a beach,
covering her legs up with sand.
She is facing away from the water,
20-30 feet from the shoreline
and cannot see a large white shark swimming towards the shore.
I have hidden my head in the sand
(because I know this will keep me safe),
but I can still see what's going on.
The woman turns the upper part of her body towards the water, and sees the shark,
but goes back to what she's doing,
as she knows the shark is in the water and she's safely on land.
She's wrong.
When the shark hits the land it just keeps going
as if it's still in the water,
the sand pushed to either side like waves.
It looms up behind her like a scene from Jaws and then she is torn to pieces.
I'm still safe, because I'm hiding my head.
J
I'm inside a cabin joking with someone named 'J'.
I keep saying "is J there?...NO...IS Jay THERE...is JAY there"
as he rolls on the floor laughing.
Then I'm trying to recognize a man who has a brown stocking over his face.
He has glasses and brown hair, and I think I've seen him at Cafe S'il Vous Plait.
Lies
I'm back at my parents house, living in my old bedroom.
In the livingroom I can hear a bunch of people,
including Michelle, Bear, and Marcel.
Michelle is spouting off lies about sleeping with Marcel
and how she'd never had an orgasm before him.
I walk through the old door in my bedroom
(which was covered up during renovations years ago)
and into the livingroom.
Bear is sitting in the big armchair and the others are on the floor.
Bear and I talk about me coming to him for a new piercing after my catscan.
He's unusually friendly. I tell him that I'd made him a Christmas card that he'd get soon.
I move through/over the rest of the room and go into the downstairs bathroom.
I check the braid in my hair in the triptych mirror.
It's loose around the sides, creating wisps around my face, and tied in back.
I notice droplets of water forming on the ceiling then falling into the sink.
I end up in a quick catfight with Michelle when I reenter the livingroom.
I drop her and she leaves.
I feel a bit betrayed, even though her lies are lies.
I know that Marcel is leaving forever
and that this is my last chance to talk with him.
Fair
I'm on a long bus ride, then get off at the wrong stop by accident.
I end up at a P.N.E. type fairground.
There are booths of things for sale.
One booth is run by a lovely woman who is very friendly and has a wonderful smile.
I fly around a bit, checking out the grounds.
I see someone with their face in a pile of sand, rides, tents, etc.
There is a strong contrast between light and dark tones,
and the colours are all brightly crisp and vivid.
I land and enter a tent showing a photo display.
I see a black and white photo of Rick (C) with tattoos (obviously of great size and detail)
barely showing from under his left sleeve.
After seeing this I remember that I have an old picture of him
making a blowfish face against a pane of glass.
I decide to give him a copy next time his band; The Rattled Roosters, plays.
There are a number of other people in the rest of the photos, which look very posed.
I begin to look for myself in them, and there I am
-in my green velvet floppy top hat and a long flower print dress.
I notice that there must have been a sheet of glass between the photographer and the models.
I fly away.
Dr. K
Sara Kedzierski's father is a doctor.
Dr. Kedzierski is wearing the cliché white coat, stethoscope round the
neck and jammed into breast pocket,
little-black-bag, Doctor's duds.
He is in a room only illuminated by the bright blue light of a swimming pool.
He is having a heated conversation on the telephone and eventually slams down
the receiver.