Brydn's 2003 Travel Journal - Montana: an "L" Shaped Puddle

Brydn's 2003 Travel Journal - Montana: an "L" Shaped Puddle


Page 48

A couple of dreams from my two days off, one of the days being my birthday.


Pg 48, 5:50am 7/27/3.
DREAM: I'm in a hole. Bono and his girlfriend are talking to me from over the edge. There's another worker digging in the hole with me. I start to climb out, kneeling on a thin ridge along the top of the hole. I start falling back, so I lean my head forward to the counter my weight. The gravity pulls me forward. I'm inside a house. Bono is talking to me the whole time. I'm outside the house on 86th and Yamhill. I walk across the sidewalk from the car. I walk up the stairs and enter the house. There's a pungent smell of a brass instrument case. Christina is sitting on the floor by the door, cross legs, watching. I notice her ass. The cat is sitting by the rug's corner. There is a watery vomit from the cat in front of the cat going one way and then the other forming an "L" shape puddle. I say, "The cat is throwing up."

Pg 49. 6:57am 7/28/3.
DREAM: I'm at a shopping mall with Eric. We are walking out to the car. I'm there first and catch two kids breaking into the car. They go, "Let's get out of here." They leave behind pliers and tools on the floor where part of the window is gone. Eric says, "There goes the cash money." All I can find is that the windshield wipers are gone. I walk off looking for the kids thinking, "There must be money in golf cart windshield wipers." While I'm walking through the parking lot, I see Eric's forgotten I'm along as he's driving off. I'm in Los Angeles. Thousands of people are going on their way. I start walking to Eric's, but it's a long way. I get on the train. I know it's going the right way, but I don't know where I'm going or where to get off. I walk to the front of the train and ask the conductor if this train gets to Santa Monica. Then I realize I'm sitting next to a passenger. He's a black man with warts all over his face. His accent is so thick I can hardly understand his directions. Then his buddy comes up on my other side, agreeing that he's a friend. I feel uncomfortable and get up. I walk farther forward on the train. I accidentally walk off the train at a stop. I turn around and a tall thin black woman in a long mole hair coat holds the door for me to get back on. I look down to find my cell phone. No recent calls to Eric and his number isn't in the phone book.