The Sorceror's Bear

I dreamed that Anthony had sold Zedd to an evil sorceror. Anthony wanted riches, and the wizard could provide a spell that would give him riches. The cost? He had to sell the wizard Zedd to feed to the sorceror's bear. And he couldn't have faked it, because the cat had to have been raised on human love.

Naturally, when Anthony came home to tell me what he'd done, I was furious, and upset. Of course I wouldn't let him take Zedd to be fed to an evil bear! We fought over it, and I refused to take Zedd to the wizard.

Somehow, Zedd and I ended up in the car, and we were sitting in front of the sorceror's house. Anthony had gone inside, supposedly to tell the wizard that the deal was off, but I knew he had gone in for reinforcements. Then I saw the bear. The body and the arms looked like a regular bear, but it was ten feet tall, and it's head was misshapen and deformed. It also had horrible legs, long and boney, a la Salvador Dali, and you could actually see the bones at its ankles were the fur and muscle had worn away.

It came lumbering towards the car, and I screamed. I tossed Zedd out the other door and told him to run, but he was scared and froze. I got out of the car, and tried to distract the bear, waving my arms and trying to get its attention away from Zedd.

Then, I woke up.

Amy, Mick and the Party

It started off simply enough. Scott and I were walking behind the Lancaster Mall to meet Ann, who was going to sell Scott drugs. I know, but it seemed sensible in the dream! So we met her behind Zellers on a raised platform that had stairs leading up to it, but was really private for all that. People rarely went behind the mall, so it was generally a good spot to make those kind of deals.

Ann gave Scott the bag, and then sidled close to him. Scott looked at me and asked if I would mind leaving them alone for a bit, because he didn't pay with money. I shrugged, and said I had to go anyway, I'd meet him at the party.

I walked along, and finally came to a house. I opened the door, and saw that the party had already started. I started to climb down the ladder, when this bitchy blonde started up it, and wouldn't move. So I had to climb up to let her pass. We exchanged heated words, and I told her if she ever showed her face again, I'd crack her one.

Finally, I was downstairs. Dre, Amy (not Amy Albert; Amy who works at the Smart Kart) and Suzy were hiding in the pantry at the end of the hall because Dre was wearing a French Maid costume. When I asked her about it, she said she had given her clothes to her father to wash because she's spilled something on it, and the costume was what he had brought her instead. She was embarassed, and wouldn't come out until her father came back with her clothes. I shrugged, and kissed Amy in welcome, because apparently we were a couple. She took me hand, and we went back out to the party.

We wandered around, greeting people, including Anthony, who was involved in a game of poker with a bunch of guys I didn't know. Then Amy and I headed into the livingroom to dance. We were dancing close, despite the fast song, when I noticed someone sitting in the corner.

"Amy, don't look, but is that Mick Jagger?" After we made our next turn around, she confirmed. Yes, it was Mick Jagger! He was watching us in that way that straight men watch two women who are together. We finished our dance, and with another kiss, Amy headed off to the bathroom.

Mick gestured for me to come over, and he extended his hand. We introduced ourselves, and I was doing very well at not acting like a star struck ninny. He asked how long Amy and I had been dating, and I told him about three years. He laughed, and made a joke, that wasn't really a joke, about how that meant he couldn't steal her away. I laughed uncomfortably, and then we went on to talk about other things.

The end of the dream is fuzzy, and I can't remember what happened after that.

posted by Lisa at 12:22 PM |

 
Friend Alex

Alex and I were here, in Saint John, but the entire city was condensed into a smaller area. It was roughly the size of the uptown core and the immediate area surrounding the Harbour Passage. Saint John was actually an oasis in the middle of a desert.

In the dream Alex and I were very good friends. The best of friends actually, and we were taking a class on philosophy, which, for some reason, was being held at the Holiday Select (formerly HoJo's). It didn't look like a hotel, of course, it was just the same building.

We had decided to take the course because Alex always seemed to be striving towards something. He was not from Saint John originally, but had been on a journey through the desert and had stopped here to take a break and had not yet built up the courage to continue on. On this particular day, we had to go to the liquor store for Hayley, and were moving down Chesley Drive, hand in hand, talking.

"I feel as though something in my life is missing. There is something I'm not getting or not seeing, and I don't know how to find it," he said to me.

"Because you've halted your journey. Life isn't just this oasis, but what's on the other side of the sands," I replied.

"I don't know how to start it."

"You've become attached to the safety of the oasis and fear to take the next step. Nothing worth having is gained easily, and this life has become easy for you," I told him.

"You sound like you want me to go." We had stopped at this point, and I had begun to cry.

"I just want you to be happy. This life is a security blanket, and you'll never be happy while you cling to it." He just looked at me for a long moment, and then nodded. He kissed me on the forehead and then just walked away. I watched him for a moment, and then turned back. I didn't look back, and got the feeling that neither had he.

It was here that I woke up, and I felt melancholy, like I had indeed just lost someone dear to me. Even now, the dream is so vivid, it feels like it really happened.

posted by Lisa at 10:56 AM |