February 13, 2007

• Botany, Telepathy, Martial Arts and Weirdness

  In the dream, I had been traveling to what was to be my new home.  My husband met me and took me to an apartment in a large building in a city.  That right there is enough to reveal that this was not only a dream but a very strange dream.  Cities and apartments are just not ME, and if I were moving into a large city apartment house… well, I can’t imagine doing so without a great deal of foot-dragging or even fighting.  Kicking and screaming, he’d have to drag me, and I was evidently just walking willingly into it. 

  In this dream, I was clear-headed and observant, responding logically and not reacting emotionally.  Throughout the entire dream, my attitude was one of curiosity, helpfulness, and watchful interest in what was going on.  As my husband and I were going up in an elevator, he explained that his apartment was on a higher floor than mine, but this separate living arrangement was to be temporary.  We could sort out our things and decide which of the two apartments we wanted to keep.  The lower apartment, mine, was somewhat larger and “nicer,” he said.

  He had to go to work, so he left me at my door and returned to the elevator.  I wandered around through several spacious, clean, unfurnished rooms.  There were carpets, drapes, and built-in cabinets and counters, but no chairs, beds, etc.  My things were in moving boxes, a few of them in each room but most of them stacked in one large walk-in closet off the biggest bedroom.  That closet also contained three small electric space heaters, all of them turned on and blowing hot air, apparently for the purpose of drying out several items of my husband’s clothing that were spread out on the moving boxes.

  After exploring my new apartment, which had rooms on two floors, I exited from one of the upstairs rooms, walked across to the entrance to my husband’s apartment and used the key he had given me to let myself in.   It was fully furnished, crowded and cluttered.  The mess reminded me of those I have found in our house a few times when I returned from absences, except that in the dream there were no empty vodka bottles nor beer cases.  Clothes were strewn around, and dirty dishes and empty food wrappers littered tables and counters.

  A long shelf beneath a window in the kitchen held several flats of plant seedlings.  They were about evenly divided between culinary herbs and psychoactive plants.  There were, among others, coleus, oregano, Salvia divinorum, common thyme, Cannabis indica, and a low-growing plant with round leaves the size of nickels, which I couldn’t identify.  The plants had been neglected and some of them were wilted or dead.  I watered them.

  While I was doing that, my husband came stumbling in, covered head-to-toe with some sticky black substance like tar.  He said he had fallen into it at work.  He was more distressed than hurt.  I helped him clean up and change clothes, but some of the black stuff was still stuck in his hair, beard, and eyebrows.  We were taking a break when the first of his two roommates came in.  He was over six feet tall, well-muscled, in his early to mid-thirties, brown hair, not particularly physically distinctive.   My husband introduced us and soon after that the other roommate arrived and was introduced.  This one was shorter, skinny, dark-haired, dark-eyed, wearing a red plaid shirt.  He appeared to be a little older than the other one.

  The four of us were sitting around just talking.  The smaller roommate was giving me “significant” looks every time we made eye contact, flirting.  The taller roommate handed me something and as I reached for it the other guy moved so that my hand brushed across the soft bulge in the front of his pants.  The look he gave me then was a full-on leer, and I caught a thought from him that I had deliberately copped a feel.  I gave him a “you gotta be kidding” look, shook my head and looked toward a window as I caught out of the corner of my eye some movement outside.

  A tall young woman, nude, was approaching across a broad exterior space.  The bigger roommate identified her by name, and said she was coming for a martial arts lesson with him.  His attitude about her nudity seemed to be mild disapproval and slight embarrassment.  The other roommate was just staring, open-mouthed.  I was near the window, and as she passed it I caught a thought from her like, “What is this old crone doing here?”  As she passed out of view toward a stairway down to the apartment’s entrance, the skinny guy moved closer to the window to keep her in sight, .

  As I went to answer the girl’s knock at the door, the three men were talking about the young woman.  The gist of it was, “What will she think of next?”  She had knocked, but didn’t wait before opening the door and entering.  She was starting up the stairs as I approached them at the top.  She saw me there and didn’t speak, but reacted emotionally to my presence.  Her thoughts were a jumble of surprise, revulsion, contempt, and anxiety.  I didn’t have an emotional response except for a mild wry amusement.  My thoughts were, one, that this was no proper way to greet a stranger, especially an elder, and, two, that she really needed a lesson in manners.

  Placing my hands on the walls of the stairway to support my weight, I swung down toward her, landed a few steps above her, and kicked her on the chin.  She fell back, I followed, grasped her hand and bent the wrist into a come-along hold.  Then I led her back upstairs.  The bigger roommate, her sensei, laughed at her discomfiture and asked her if she had learned anything about respect for her elders.

  Then Koji started scratching at the door to be let out, and I woke up.  Koji seems to be recovering from whatever has ailed him.  His appetite is better and there are fewer runs outside with the diarrhea.  Through it all, his tail has never lost its wag, which is always amusingly circular, but he had lost a little of his quickness and energy.  Now, he’s getting that back, too.

  

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