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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : Bad Italian Food and Drug Money Conspiracy DREAM"

Bad Italian Food and Drug Money Conspiracy DREAM

Where to begin on this was a weird one. I was riding in a bus with Stan--I think. It was a rainy, cold day. I was acting silly and playing musical bus seats with people, taking people's seats as they left the bus. I sat down toward the front of the bus and for some reason noticed some DW that we used to know toward the rear of the bus. I waved to her (why?!?). Then Stan and I got off at some car dealership or service place. We were talking to a man there about our car or something. We had to give our keys to him so he could service our car, but I didn't have the keys with me and had to go out to our car, which was in the lot, to get them. The man was older, maybe around 50, tall, very short military hair, very average. He looked familiar, like maybe I saw someone similar to him in my dealings with buying cars lately, but I can't recall exactly. I also remember telling him that I'd like to buy some maps. He had a bunch of maps there, and many of them were 3-dimensional, with puffy plastic areas where high levels of elevation were. Then it was like I was in a foodcourt area of a mall and I was buying a lunch for myself to amuse myself while Stan was busy doing something else. It was sort of an Italian health food place, and I couldn't figure out whether they waited on you at a table or I had to order at the counter. I went up to the counter because I didn't want to leave a tip. A woman who was maybe 5 years older than me (but looked a lot older) waited on me. She was short, fat, long light brown hair with grey, no makeup. I was looking at an entree that came as either a main course or just in a cup...I opted for the cup because I didn't want much. It came with black beans (I hate black beans). As they were preparing it for me, it appeared that I would have black bean goo all over the outside of the cup. I decided to get something else as well, so I got a humongous steak. It was strange because it was pre-cut up into little pieces. It was also layed out in a circle like it was a pizza. The steak was rather cold and it needed salt. I went up to the counter and stood in line behind some younger hippie looking guy (maybe about 22, tall, blond, slightly long hair, college student looking) who was returning his steak because he didn't like it. There was a man behind the counter taking care of food complaints. He was, or at least looked like G**rge Cr*m*r (a professor Stan and I had in grad school...not good news), but much fatter...very toadlike. He just grunted as he handled the complaint and refunded the college student hippie guy's money. I gave him my "steak pizza" and he added a few more chunks to it. I asked for salt, which he obliged. I went back to my table, which I found out had some sort of strange DVD player. I put in some sort of CD (I can't remember whether it was an audio CD or a DVD) of Pink Floyd, I think. The DVD player started malfunctioning, and I was worried that it would harm my CD. Some belt was giving out on it, and was flopping all over the place. The short fat woman came to see what was the matter and fixed it. I proceeded to play my CD/DVD again. It was like I was transported into another dimension, a dimension of total psychedellia. It was a very visual audio experience and I saw roads and landscapes of multi-colors. The colors used were sort of like those in this journal and it was also very Yellow Submarine-esque. It then got extremely strange as it became very Twin Peaks-ish/Black Lodge. Suddenly there was this man sitting across from me...and I don't believe I was alone either, I think there was another person with me as well as the man across from me, either Stan or maybe it was Roger Waters or the spirit of "Pink Floyd" or something, but I am not positive about this. But the man sitting across from me was John Lennon except he didn't look a THING like John Lennon. He was American with darker hair and darker glasses...features all wrong (why does that happen? you dream about someone and they look nothing like themselves?) He was talking about some weird music/drug/money conspiracy, saying something like, "They gave us money for our music and they made us buy junk (drugs) with our money in order for us to make more music." It was pretty wild. He threw down this large stack of dollar bills in front of me. It was like I was sitting on a bed or a floor or some flat surface. Then Lucifer Sam crawled out from behind this guy and headed toward me and I reached out to him and woke up.

By Ann @ 20:33 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..