These dreams...

[joegoda]

I was walking along a fence line, by which I mean I was walking ON the fence, through neighborhoods and through alleys, always keeping my footing like some acrobatic wire-walker. It was a holiday, Thanksgiving, I suspect, because people were eating cranberries and turkey.

The Nazis had taken over the U.S., or at least the part of the U.S. I lived in. This happened while I was fence-walking, so I was late to the concentration camp. Some overseer caught me and directed me to go to the barrack and find my place. I wasn't carrying anything, so it looked like all I would have to live on and with were the clothes on my back.

Once I got there, there being a long narrow building; a converted schoolhouse, I think, I wandered up and down the hall looking for 'my place'. I ended up in the library, where I met an old friend. Robert Plumb, who has been dead since 1982. He looked remarkably healthy and incredibly like the character Gregory House. He said "Sucks to be late, bud. Here's your notebook and your toothbrush. You better go find a cubby to sleep in." and he shooed me out of the library. Not the greatest of tearful reunions, and in the dream I responded with a 'Huh'. I was pretty mute in this dream.

I wandered down the south hall of the school building, looking for an empty room, closet, anything that I could claim as 'my place', but I didn't find anything. Oh, there were a few spaces about the size of a large briefcase, and I wondered if I could actually squeeze into it for the night, or nights to come.

Some of the other prisoners were talking about being moved to a more permanent residence. I noted this as I wandered. I saw a little blonde girl, playing with her notebook and some red beads. She looked up at me and smile.

I had a conversation with the Commandant, but I don't remember the words. The emotion he projected toward me was one of irritation, as if I was holding him up from doing something. I turned away from him and walked toward the north end of the building.

I passed the Library, where I saw Robert again. He was packing up, preparing to give a lecture of some sort. He looked at me with an irritated frown. I guess I was bother to a lot of folks in this dream.

There was a door at the end of the hall. I opened it and stepped in. A lot of very fancily dressed folks were sitting at a table, talking or playing cards or something. I was invited to sit in and one woman, about my age, with her white hair piled on her head and a fairly attractive face started a conversation with me. She appeared to know me, and though she did look a bit familiar, I couldn't place her face or voice. She invited me to stay with her for the duration.

I apologized and told her that I didn't know her.

She laughed and smiled indulgently. "Oh, you do. You just don't remember."

Which is, of course, when I woke up.

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[joegoda.livejournal.com]

You're very welcome, m'dear. I do find you interesting, in a metaphysical and friendly sort of way. You are one of those folks that I would like to find at one of our pub nights where we have long discussions about nothing important. You and Chuck just feel like friends.