February 2006

i was at a home depot type place, and this started out as the type of dream where i was there but sort of a noninteractive observer to the action, like i was floating invisibly alongside everyone else but just watching what went on. anyway, i was “observing” this mentally challenged employee, that the managers were mistreating and overworking. they told him that for his next task he needed to go upstairs and get a pair of boots and a hard hat. at this home depot, you weren’t allowed to own your own hat and boots; you got a rental fee taken out of your paycheck every time you needed to use them. he had to go upstairs to this room that had rows and rows of boots and hats kind of like how a bowling alley has rows and rows of shoes. he started up this really narrow dark wooden staircase that would take him all the way to the 4th floor without any landings. we were having trouble balancing on the narrow rickety stairs, and then partway up, the handrailing came off at the top and was just attached at the bottom of the stairs. we were still holding onto it and it was swinging around wildly. next thing i knew, we were at the top of the stairs, and the dream changed. there was a hollow football made of silver beads on wires, with little colored gems stuck in every so often, and a “collar” on one end made of much more flexible wires and beads, and it was called a “chalice”. lori used a rope catapult to toss this thing from the ground up onto the 4th floor balcony of our house, wrapped in a green khaki backpack. it was a our house but very different […]