THAT DAY

My sister & brother-in-law visit. We hike around Twin Peaks. Ravens ride the winds...

Watch the fantasy/mystery series Lucifer. The demon Mazikeen gets a job as a bounty hunter and chases a fugitive in Canada. She has fun--likes a challenge, and has a hot night with the fugitive's girlfriend too. But despite her boasts "I need no one", she finds she kinda misses LA, likes her roommate Chloe, and Chloe's daughter Trixie. Chloe's new boss took a bullet to save her life; Lucifer's jealous and feels he failed her by not being there. Murder on a reform-school ranch turns out not to be the sullen boy who jacks cars or the pot-growing leggy blonde, but an adult. Lucifer feels bitter, wants to convince himself he can't change, no one can. His brother disagrees; can see Luce has changed profoundly.

TV news: Biden's huge climate bill passed the Senate. Ha! But will voters really notice the slow, deep changes it'll cause? Or are we as blind as Lucifer?

THAT NIGHT

1: Rope and Prize

I'm on a team out to win a prize. A teenage boy tells me "I'll win my competition! Our team's gonna level up!" But I'm less sure we can rely on him. He's good, but so are the others.

I slip out onto the porch--a big one ringing the house. Another teen comes round the porch-corner. At a glance, she's tougher, more confident, more competent. To me, a bit sexy, a bit scary.

An Attenborough-style narrator (as if we're wild animals in a nature show) says "He is a rival in this contest." Though "he" is clearly female. By her rolling eyes, the announcer's mispronouned her before--just another wildlife researcher who's bad at sexing species. You know they do it, you just never think it'll be you...

Over her shoulder, a coil of rope. She tries to hook it over a beam; it slips and falls. She tosses again, and I catch the loose end. She ties it fast and loops it around her waist. I leave her to her climbing practice; for the contest I assume. We're all planning and practicing... well, except me.

I go back in--and find the house is now a long long glassed-in deck, like the ferries on Puget Sound. I go forward, out the foredoor... but on the bow a horrible thought comes: "was that kid with the rope and loop preparing to hang herself? And s/he has a little daughter too..." I rush back, feeling very guilty for helping hook that rope up...

...yet when I stop to think, there was absolutely no evidence she planned suicide. Climbing practice makes way more sense. Why'd I jump to such a weird conclusion?

2: Robocar Confessor

The future. I'm riding north in a robocar on an elevated freeway through Silicon Valley, full of surreal towers many hundreds of meters high, each a surreal corporate castle, with financial royalty at their penthouse summits. Society stratified!

Pass the rim of one complex--a concrete lilypad ten meters up where carsize glass & metal eggs gleam--a parking lot I guess?

As I ride, along, I'm quasi-confessing the teen-rope-hanging-or-not incident with a sympathetic woman. But gradually I wonder--is she human, or an AI, or an angelic inquisitor?

Whoever she is, seems like she's judging my moral decisions and degree of responsibility. I'm not sure what I think myself--can't decide without knowing if it was suicide or not. I don't need help with a weak moral sense; I need basic facts.

And she's so careful to never let on what (if anything) happened, so careful and consistent, that I don't even bother to ask--it's clear they don't want me to know.

3: Wax Wall, Puma Coma

Now I'm a lean brown athletic demon girl like Mazikeen, one of a small commando team climbing a smooth wall of wax, golden-glowing--lit from within. Faint dark spots mark a grid of embedded nails. I wrinkle bits of the wax sheet somehow so I can climb, yet don't leave tracks--it magically re-smooths below me, more like skin than wax.

But at the current bend, a few nailheads poke me. I pull out the most exposed one. Fear it'll leave a bright hole in the grid of spots. But it just isn't too noticeable from afar--and I'm 5-10 meters up. Push other nails pricking me a bit farther in. Now I can grip the wax wrinkle firmly. Hoist myself over the lip.

The climb was so hard because I've been carrying an unconscious lioness or large puma sprawled on my shoulders--tawny, human-weight. I feel great affection for her.

The top is a shallow pool inside the shallow wax lip. Gently lay the coma-puma on the waxy shore.

Wade around the sky-pool rim, seeking the door into the secret radio station we've come to sabotage.

Break into the station corridors. Review my mental map. Long, narrow and tri-lobed, with security doors--a public lobby, staff residences, and the studio proper. No one around, it's fully automated.

How best to sabotage it? The team sets a small bomb to disrupt the power supply.

I peel off to explore the far end of the station. Find it's already a mess--flooded inches deep. I wade in to find the source. A toilet's been overflowing--a strange hot-water toilet! Well, not very hot; but warm. Energy-wasteful as well as bizarre. Its valve is just half on; I open it all the way and leave it at that--another few hours of neglect, and the whole station will flood.

Now if my, um, pussy'd just wake up...

NOTES IN THE MORNING

• Tough confident girl, young daughter: On Lucifer, Chloe's daughter Trixie befriends tough Mazikeen.
• Porch, rope, teens, fear one's trying to kill herself: Lucifer assumes a teen client killed a popular juvie-camp counselor. Nope! An adult.
• Freeways, angelic questioning: Lucifer. His angelic specialty is getting the truth when he asks "What do you desire?"
• Monster corporate towers: from Twin Peaks, saw the towers downtown; the tallest in the American West.
• I'm a climbing girl: In dream-scene 1, I saw climbing girl from outside... now I AM her, see from inside?
• I'm a brown athletic demon: Lucifer's friend Mazikeen the bounty hunter.
• Wax: whaaaat? Like a human-built beehive! And glowing? (I couldn't draw this too convincingly, but it shone from within.)
• Long, high up, three sections: I hiked today around Twin Peaks (despite the name, there are three.)
• Climb, high pool, sabotage radio tower: the reservoir at the foot of Sutro Tower. My sister joked "Saboteurs could toss LSD in, but it's San Francisco; who'd notice?"
• The dream radio station is secret and destructive: news propaganda? Lucifer's stuck, more due to negative beliefs than realistic constraints. Me too?
• Mountain lioness draped over me: on Lucifer, the fugitive's sensual, rather feline girlfriend, who Mazikeen has a one-night stand with. So... my sexuality is in a coma? Hmm. During Covid, that's kinda felt true. Can't meet anyone. Even asleep, that frustration's a burden--though one I didn't recognize until this dream.
• ACTION: uh... climb walls of wax! Get a heavy, sleepy girlfriend! With a tail! Let toilets overflow! Trash pirate radio stations! Uh... well...

One purpose of the World Dream Bank is to show how dreamers figure out bizarre content; so I rarely post dreams I fail to interpret. But some dreams have such vivid, odd images I'm compelled to show them despite my inability to figure them out. This is one--that glowing wall of wax, that puma in a coma by a sky-pool, hot-water toilet floods, and strangest of all, finding myself (physically fragile, shy, thoughtful) transformed into tough, impulsive, passionate Mazikeen... I can't fully explain it. Or forget.

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