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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAM: Echoes"

DREAM: Echoes

...In Labyrinths of Crystal Caves...

Stan and were in one of those 'crystal caves' like in the Black Hills. We were waiting in line for the tour to begin, and Stan decides that he doesn't want to leave Plato in the car, so gets him and brings him into the cave with us. I ask him if he's sure that dogs are allowed in the cave, and he says it's OK, however I doubt him because of the danger it could cause to the dog or other visitors. He doesn't even have Plato on a leash, and Plato is squirming, trying to get out of Stan's grasp. Finally, he escapes, and goes running down a path, and I'm screaming 'Plato!' and I wake myself up, moaning and in tears. It was rather hard to get back to sleep after that.

Whoah. I just realized...Dog in a Cave. Think about the sexual Freudian implications...

...And Everything is Green and Tourmaline...'

After I finally got back to sleep, I think I went back to the cave dream, except this time I had both dogs with me and they were on leashes. Except Stan was not with me, and I had to manage them both myself, which was quite difficult. Hieronymus starts running down some stairs and I'm afraid that he'll hurt himself.

Then I'm driving the van (no passengers, just me driving) down Monroe Street in Madison and I keep seeing these things tumbling across the road that look like this one mollusk called a 'shark eye' that we found on the island this fall. I think they're probably just leaves or stones, but there's lots of them, and they have the distinct snail-shell shape with the 'eye' in the centre. I'm thinking to myself 'If I didn't know better, I'd say those were shark eyes.' I pull off the road, get out and find a bunch of them on the sidewalk. I'm thinking that they must be land snails as opposed to ocean mollusks. I'm walking down the road, gathering as many as I can find. In some of the sidewalks, it looks like some shells have embedded themselves, and it looks like corals too, like it's really an ancient seabed instead of a city sidewalk. I even find some whelks, so I know something is strange because whelks are definitely not land creatures. The storefronts along the sidewalk are rather old fashioned, Mayberry-ish and abandonned, however as I'm walking, it turns into this very yuppie-esque upscale boutiquey indoor mall. I'm still finding shells outside of the stores, but some of them now look like they were set there intentionally for decoration, and I'm afraid if I pick some up I'd be ripping off the stores. I remember one store distinctly, it had all this red and green decor, not like christmas, but like tourmaline. I got a sense of holly berries and bayberry too, but the tourmaline gems (there were those long strands of beads for doorways that you saw in the 60s and 70s made out of tourmaline) far outweighed any tacky holiday quality. Then I was leaving the mall, and it was like I was leaving a theatre or museum, the way it was layed out. A young female attendant asked me to deposit my pin upon leaving, and I reach for my jacket and pull off one of those pin tabs like you get at museums so that they know you payed. Mine was blue. As I walk out of the building, I realize I'm now on the Capital Square. I'm looking around for Stan and there's this guy there...skinny, blond, pale blue eyes, medium height, sort of my age, but older-looking, sort of artistey, sort of obnoxious, who's talking to me. I'd wished he'd go away. Suddenly Stan is there and I'm glad to see him and I see the van parked on the street and we head toward it and the dream ends.

When I woke up, I couldn't help but think that those lines from Pink Floyd's 'Echoes', with the two modifications (Crystal for Coral and Tourmaline for Submarine) fit perfectly for titles.

By Ann @ 20:27 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..