mon 16 oct 1995 12:00:00 brookline, ma
i dreamed that i was walking along railroad tracks with d, a train was coming, she didn't seem to be hurrying out of the way enough for me -- the train missed her and seemed to be going off its tracks -- but then somehow it changed into like a team of horses and actually turned round and dragged a wagon up a hill. then we were all riding horses, steve b was there too and i asked him which of the two ways to go -- one looked shrubby and at first that was where, uphill. then i saw a narrow gorge between rock walls and thought that was it. this is it, steve, right? the straight and narrow. and it went downhill. actually a beautiful sight. as we started galloping down that way, leaves underfoot seemed a little slippery. but we got going okay.
then i dreamed about a scene in an adventure movie, or proposed scene, in which a badguy is wielding a bullwhip on top of a skyscraper, then the whip gets caught in the blades of a helicopter and he gets unbalanced and thrown off into the sky. apparently we were trying to decide to what extent this would work. while dreaming i reached out to pantomime the action, but smacked my hand against the table beside the bed.
damn, i forgot the part where d and i were in a place like my old house in methuen, and there was a burning car in front of the house so we ran around the back yard for shelter — only there was another burning car there. meanwhile people saying "2 or 3 minutes, that one's gonna blow." and even as we tried to duck inside the back side door of the house, there was smoke and fire inside there too. we didn't freak out as much as one might expect, it was just like "oh my god!" and i said well let's just huddle here for a second in the doorway, it's our best chance of avoiding the blast when those gas tanks go.
finally just before i woke up i started dreaming of a ticky-tocky kind of music that starts out with piano then adds cello. it goes a, a#m, g, rest — a, a#m, g, rest — just those three chords repeating and building.