Disjointed dreams

Date: 8/1/2022

By Aler

Lots of short, unconnected dreams. I am in a James Bond movie. There is a climactic fight and then another fight after the credits. The lesson I’m given is to make sure i always have the high ground. I am at home and my mother is sick. She points out feathers on the floor (from my pillow). I promise that I will vacuum later. I am late for school. I can fly and plan to fly over the trees to school, but my mother doesn’t want me flying. I do it anyways. I fly to town. I look at my watch and see it only takes 10 minutes. It’s m supposed to go to a shoe store but I go too far down a street and approach a train overpass. I back up and talk to a woman at a bus stop. I use my phone to get directions to the shoe store. The store is small and not well run. There is a counter with two men behind it, and three people waiting to be served. The man in the back, at a semicircular desk, is telling the man at the counter what to type, but isn’t doing anything himself. It’s taking a long time, so I look around. There is a mechanical typewriter with several keys replaced with small carved animals. It seems inconvenient. There is a shelf with little Knick knacks. One is a glass kettle with a place to plug in a cord. There are no electronics. The electricity heats the water directly. It seems unsafe. There is a photo of the shop from the 1970s. The shop is unchanged, and the two men are the same age. I am in the Rude Tales of Magic podcast. We are on a grassy hill. I fly down to a calm inland beach. There is a steep drop on the path, but I can fly without trouble. The water had been cursed, but the curse is lifted. My shoes are wet, but I hang them on a tree branch with my clothes. I swim naked. Albee is in the water. I go to kiss her. She has too many teeth. She’s wearing a white one-piece swimsuit. A man nearby has invented a clock. It has an alarm set to go off in a minute. I rush to get everyone out of the water before it goes off. Most fry out, but those still in the water seem to be frozen in time. I am listening to the radio. There is a song that goes “I just want to look nice”. It’s in support of trans folk.