Pax Nortona – A Blog by Joel Sax
From the Land of the Lost Blunderbuss
Category: Dreams
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Posted on March 16, 2011 in Dreams
Woody Harrelson shows off his store of explosives and announces to the world that his organization is going to track me down and blow me up.
Dream
Posted on November 13, 2010 in Dreams
My wife and I have gone back to school and become attorneys.
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Posted on September 18, 2010 in Dreams
I’m watching a video/trying to get information off a web site about a national monument known for an Indian who was tied to a threshing floor and forced to push it.
Dreams
Posted on August 13, 2010 in Dreams
We own a tiny bear, a black bear that is no larger than a kitten.
Dream
Posted on August 9, 2010 in Dreams
I’m in a strange combination of a laboratory and a candy store.
Dream
Posted on July 21, 2010 in Dreams
We’re driving on a very rough road in a national park. We turn left into an overlook with mountainous bumps. As we pull in, another tourist — from Texas — tells us to be sure to check out the cave. The cave lies at the end of a steep trail. A small triangular entrance opens next to a yawning pit. When we get closer, we see the pit is full of feral goats. A ramp turns down a corner and under an arch. I round the bend and find myself facing a grizzly bear-sized ape (the face is like an orangutan). I rush backup to the laughter of other tourists, one of whom tells me that the beast is none other than the only Sasquatch ever captured. The scene abruptly cuts out to one of Lynn and I ascending an escalator in a department store.
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Posted on June 15, 2010 in Dreams
I’m staying at a tall, glass-tower hotel. Something wicked is happening here. The black glass part of the hotel rests upon a stained, white concrete base that is maybe five stories high. By getting into the wrong elevator, I learn that there are secret doings here. A hotel worker smiles at me as he comes in. There’s a pit there where they put guests to draw their energy out and do the laundry by kicking their feet. I rush around the hotel, doing my best to save people but the hotel staff will not help because they have immunity. I find myself huddled in a guest room with other guests and a frightened staffer who fears he will be taken. The harvesters come down the hallway, culling those they want to serve in their lake of clear goo.
Dream
Posted on June 2, 2010 in Dentition Dreams
After cruising the streets of Salt Lake City, I find myself in a dentist’s chair. The dentist reviews the care I’ve received from six different professionals. He focuses especially on one, whose treatments I found especially palliative. A graphic illustrates what I think was done to my mouth — the good spread clear across the palate touching all corners. Then he shows me that it was only a single tooth. The light that was that tooth disappears. I tremble so hard at the thought it was all in vain that I wake up.
Dream
Posted on May 5, 2010 in Dreams
Everything starts in a dorm. I’m at the top of a dark landing, proceeding down.
Dream
Posted on January 29, 2010 in Dreams
Several baby turtles — no larger than my thumbnail — appear in the water.
Dream
Posted on December 1, 2009 in Dreams
The order in which these sequences are lost to me: it could go either way. In the first, I am called with another to deal with the problem of a cockroach infestation in a pair of break rooms at a recreation center. I tell the people that [[boric acid]] is the solution. Sure enough, after I spread it around the edges, huge heaps of vermin — including large hairy spiders — die in the night. To demonstrate how effective the cure is, I apply more in about a week and only a few tiny roaches turn up. “You can do this every six months,” I say, but change the number to every six weeks and then every month.
In the other sequence, I win a scholarship to explore the history of a coastal area. My sponsor — who is supposed to show me around — takes me to the top of a cinder cone from which we can see a long stretch of the seaboard. Room is close, however, and I feel that I am being pushed down the steep sides. I ask the other scholarship winners to move over and see that there’s lots of room in the crater. Later my sponsor shows me a place to buy hamburgers — I tell him that I am on a diet and must choose my meal carefully. He leaves me in a dorm room, but the next day comes to show me the coast. I’ve littered the room with [[Legos]], explaining that I have been working on some puzzles. He uses some to show me principles of faulting, then takes me where we can view some piny islands made of volcanic rock. I think how much this is like Maine.
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Posted on October 9, 2009 in Dreams
I’ve sailed into a gigantic library from the San Francisco Bay where I am researching the history of a huge white prison that was constructed to replace Alcatraz. Inside the library is a broad fountain cast in the form of a rectangular maze. The path is easy enough to follow, but the water on the side I enter on gushes cleanly. As i wend my way towards the other end, the water becomes filthier until I am walking through an inch or so of shit. Realizing that I have gone from excellent to worst, I go back, cleaning my shoes as I go. When I get to the other end, I watch as a few students open up part of a wall so they can enter the maze through its most immaculate stream.
