Dreams

Posted on March 2, 2007 in Dreams

1. I am enrolled in some sort of school or center. Maybe I am a child. My big project is a city with streets and a railroad. Kids start dismantling it and stealing the pieces. Most notably missing is a Matchbox bus which went over the edge. When I go for help from the counselor, she laughs and sprays water in my face.

2. I am one in a cadre of Spanish Communists. We’ve been taking slides of each town we intend to attack or occupy. I realize how exquisite the pictures are — there are three of each town — and steal them from the commander just before we go through a checkpoint. The Fascist officer takes pity on me because I am an old man and because of the value of the slides. “You must find someone to hold onto these until the war is over,” he says. So I find a woman who runs a roadside gift shop and give them to her.