* killing an arab is a song by the cure, it was their first single.
* i'm sitting at the edge of a lake, with my back to the lake.i'm facing a forest. i'm sitting with my legs tucked underneath me, i'm barely sitting in the water, i don't feel wet. i'm dressed like an arab women. i'm playing with this assortment of tiny toys.
some are homies, others just plain ol' toys. i'm spelling something, each one of them is a letter. as i 'spell' i throw the toy into the water behind me. i realize that spelling something with them is useless; that as picky as i am about who i choose to throw in the water they are all going to end up in the lake. as i'm throwing a miniature dog in the water he becomes a real dog. i look behind me there are rows upon rows of dead arabs in the water. all i can see is the curve of their back and their heads. they are all wearing little woven caps.
as i look further out onto the lake there are hundreds of them floating about, not in neat little rows. i freak out. i've been tricked into killing all of these people. i didn't mean to. i didn't understand. am i an arab killing arabs? am i an american killing arabs? who do i work for? who's government who tricked me? what am i doing there? i get up and start running clockwise around the lake. the lake is surrounded but large rock cliffs. the opening across from the forest is a meadow.
* i'm back in santa fe. i'm outside the shopping strip on cordova st. expect it's be transplanted to momtezuma st. it's been turned into the punk rock part of town. there's a new tattoo parlor open. i'm about to go into it but i notice that it's named 'goddess tattoo' and decide not to. i think their sign even had a fairy on it. i'm almost go into the punk clothing shop when i realize that i'm late for work. even tho i'm just down the street from work it takes forever to get there. i'm in the parking lot across from the shops. i'm trying to talk to some people, i'm clenching my jaw. i can't talk. i'm not in control of my mouth. i'm clenching so hard i start to bleed from my mouth, onto the ground. i go into work, my client has maybe canceled but i'm not sure. jett is there, his got this brad pit thing going. his hair is all slicked back, but it's longer than in real life. is his hair blonde? he is wearing a green/grey suit. the dress i'm wearing kinda matches. we go into the bathroom, it's gigantic. we are making out and there's a fire going. i should be more worried about work, but i'm not. the bathroom transports me into a strange and large city. it's like a whole city is contained inside a sky scrapper. it's kinda like an airport too. ( there's part of the dream missing from my memory here, it's like i live in the city, even tho i don't know my way around.) i'm lost. i'm looking at a map that is in some foreign language. the writing looks like in could be a combination of maya and chinese. i'm trying to get to the asian part of the city.
benji and emily are standing there with me looking at the map. of course they know how to get there. so we take the elevator that the map is posted next to. the elevator is alien to me yet makes perfect sense to benji and emily. at first when it comes up it as tiny little spaces to slip thro, it still goes up and down vertically. then it starts moving on a diagonal. benji and emily slip thro one after the other no problem. i'm stuck by myself trying to get into the elevator. it's moving very rapidly/ unpredictably . at one point i think i can make it thro but as i'm trying to drive the space closes in on it's self.
( like when you turn off an old TV, you see this bright white light shrink up into a black screen.) finally a blue/purpel/green opening shows up in the lower right hand corner. i jump into it. it's dark inside with all these glowing colors and shapes on the 'roof'. the elevator spins around in a circle. it's like a psychedelic elevator. where does the elevator take me?
* later in the dream i'm explaining how tiny the spaces emily slipped thro, i'm using the wood panelling in our loft to describe it to someone.
*kissing jett in the morning .pondering how it's possible that i don't have morning breath.
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