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789, dream by wombknower -- Dec. 16, 2012

[This dream happened in phases... like those movies that have plot lines consisting of 6 different stories that unfold in fragments... SO vivid]

Storyline 1: R's wedding

R is getting married. She is having a second wedding at the church nearby in my neighbourhood. R and I are old friends. I am so touched that she has asked me to be in her wedding and I am excited for her. Her wedding takes place today, in the evening. My dress is white and flattering. I am looking forward to attending the wedding. First, because it is the wedding of my friend. Second, because it is going to take place nearby.

But there are errands I have to run before going to the wedding. I have to go to the mall and pick something up. I have to drive there. I should probably be able to make it before the ceremony. I get in the car and drive to the mall.

The time is moving quickly, I may not be able to make it in time to go home first before the wedding. R is calling me on my cellphone. She tells me that she is at the church, and everyone is ready. The wedding is to begin at 3:00pm. There is another function taking place at the church, and she is waiting until that finishes before she can start the wedding. I tell her that I am on my way. She doesn't seem worried. However, I know that I am running too late.

I get home. Go in the house. Pitter-patter around for a few minutes. It is now 3:23. I feel bad because I know that I am very late for her wedding, and I don't really mind. I am moving very slowly and I believe that she will be angry at me. I don't call her, because I don't want to be yelled at. I picture the wedding party proceeding down the aisle, and my late arrival being quite an embarrassment for everyone. Should I just stay home?

I decide not to attend the wedding. It is better that way. I speak to my friend afterward. She doesn't seem bothered that I didn't show up. In fact, she tells me about a time that she was in a wedding party and she was so late that by the time she showed up, people were walking out of the theatre.

I don't understand why she is not angry with me. Instead, she just appears resigned.

Storyline 2: The street party

I am in the street. The layout of the intersection looks like the corner of Dupont and Spadina. I am on the street that runs east/west, and I am standing just west of the street that runs north/south, facing west. I don't know how I got here. To my left is a convenience store. The colours are really strange. Everything is ashen, the streets, the store, the people.

There is absolute panedmonium about me. The street is full of people, dressed in next-to nothing with mud and paint and all sorts of things on their bodies. Many are naked. They are engaged in some kind of group, sexual ritual in the streets. They seem to be in some kind of trance state. There is loud music about, and the scene is chaotic.

No one is paying me much mind. I am fully clothed and clean. It feels as though I dropped here from some other planet and I am observing this scene. [It reminds me of the scene in the Matrix where the entire revolutionary community goes into trance dance..]

I am mesmerized by what I am seeing. It is so free, intense, and collective.

But I feel out of place, not self-conscious though. Seems like these people are used ot being stared at.

So, I continue to do just that.

Storyline 3: The house-sit

I am in a kitchen in P's house. I will be house-sitting for him in the near future and I am meeting with him so that we can talk about the house rules. I am sitting around a table, but I have to leave to go to a workshop, so I don't want to spend too much time having this conversation.

P looks nervous, uncomfortable, as though he wants to tell me something. Since I don't have a lot of time, I want him to just get to the point.

I don't want him to back out of the house-sitting arrangement. I really want to do it, and I have made plans to. I am so excited!

I am afraid that he wants to back out of it because of somethng that I did that he feels angry about. I imagine that I have offended him in some way and he would rather not talk about it.

I eventually leave for my workshop without talking to him about it.

Storyline 4: The workshop

I am late to attend the workshop. I am a participant in it. There will be a group of women sitting in a circle doing something together. This workshop is meaningful to me, and I really want to be here.

Storyline 5: The lovers


I am standing in the street, looking at the people engaged in the ecstatic trance dance. I notice two men in the crowd. There is something striking about them. I turn my body toward them and observe them.

One man is slight, he is Middle-Eastern. He is beautiful. His hair is curly and brown, his features sharp. His gaze is sharp, but soft. His lips are full. He wears grey and brown, unlike the naked people around him. As he gazes back at me, I notice that he has one honey-brown coloured eye and one that is a deep green. This shocks me.

The other man is bulky and muscular. He is stunning. He is black, light-skinned, but ashen like everyone else in the scene except me. His lips are full and his body is soft. He is wearing sweats. His hair is low cut. His hands are large. He notices me looking at him, and he two looks back.

Both men turn to look at each other. They do so tenderly. It could feel sexual, but against the backdrop of the very sexual madness around us, what thhey are projecting to each other seems more than that... Almost mystical. They reach out an arm to each other.

I approach the second man now. I need him to help me find out where I am.

Storyline 6: 789

I walk up to the man, the bigger one.

Me: Hello, I wonder if you could help me.
Him: How?
Me: I don't know where I am.
Him: What do you mean?
Me: Like, literally, I don't know where I am. But something seems wrong. It seems as though I am in the future.
Him: Oh.
Me: What year is it?
Him: (Nervously.) What year is it?
Me: Ya. What year is it?

He doesn't respond.

I look to the convenience store on my left. There are two police officers in there and a few other people. I am now getting worried. I think that I have time travelled. I approach the police officer and ask her what year it is. She starts to laugh.

I tell her that I am in December of 2012 and it seems like I have shown up somewhere else but I am having a hard time getting a sense of where I am. She is writing my words down on a little notebook as I talk.

Frustrated, I turn back to the men who are looking at me with their mouths hanging open.

I walk up to the bigger man and say in a stern voice. "LOOK. I. Need. To. Know. What. Year. It. Is!!!" and "Now, last I knew it was December 2012.

He sighs.. takes a step back and says: "It is the year 789"

I wake up.

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