d r e a m i n g
01-29-2000 |
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There
was a big crowd of people walking across a park in small, boisterous groups.
It looked like they just came from a rally or a party or a concert. I was
hovering over them, bodiless, moving from one group to the next in a slow,
effortless flight, brushing the treetops. This was in Tijuana.
I
saw a solitary figure trailing behind the last of them. I flew towards
him. He stopped walking and looked away from me as if he didn't want his
face to be seen. When I circled around he looked the other way. It was
Richard Gere and I was a reporter now, or a news camera, and he didn't
know anyone to know that he was there.
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I
was on a bus, the kind that bands have when they tour. There were four
or five of us. Sometimes I was the driver. We were driving on narrow, European-looking
streets (but it wasn't in Europe) which made maneuvering around corners
especially difficult. We stopped in a village to deliver something but
(I stopped being in the dream at this point and became a non-participating
watcher) there were complications with the locals and they had to stay
there longer than they had planned. It became a movie, a comedy... but
I can't remember the details anymore.
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I
was trying to reach my car. I had parked it a few blocks from wherever
I was in this residential neighborhood that was divided into different
sections. Each section had a theme and I was taking a shortcut through
the park of the "New Orleans" section (they had kitsch New Orleans style
houses). It was full of kids practicing for an upcoming test of skills
which may have been a boy scouts thing. Some of the younger children were
just playing. I passed by a boy being tutored by two men. They asked him
to bring them two coconuts from a pile. He did so carelessly, touching
one that had military-sounding numbers written on it. It was a decoy/booby
trap, and they told him that had that been the real test he's be dead by
now.
I
left the park and reached a movie theater. There was a group of black women
in their 40s sitting in the lobby which extended to the sidewalk. They
had very colorful clothes and headwraps. They were santeria priestesses,
and they were very nice and friendly.
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