October 20, 2006
I was in the hospital with my wife (early 40s both of us, she was white and so thin to be almost skeletal) who had just given birth (boy? girl?). During the birth the doctor said something about being worried about me, first my high blood pressure and then tried to whisper to the nurse something about Klonopin, which of course set me off.
We had been in there over a day and were getting worried because they had not brought us the baby. My wife’s milk was not coming in. There were some interesting discussions about that, along with some things done to her breasts that would have hurt ME to watch if it was real.
They had us in the same hospital bed together. The doctor came in with a pill for me, nd I asked him what it was. He said something about acid, and they were going to do some study on my blood pressure. I was so paranoid I asked if they had a PDR around so I could look it up. He handed me the phone and called the hospital library. A recording answered saying that the librarian would be out for two days. I grudgingly decided the doctor was telling the truth or he wouldn’t have had me call the library (although he could have known the librarian was out, I thought after waking up), went to take the pill, and dropped it on the floor, where it was never found. A few hours later they came with another of the same pill, I took it and they moved me to a table across the room, where they did something like take xrays and said they’d have the results later. That’s all I remember.
Octoer 21, 2006
I was going back to college. My mind said it was Sterling, where I went two years, but it wasn’t. There was a traffic jam, and I was on foot, we got redirected by officer to a passenger traffic ramp (!) that took us to a part of the campus we hadn’t seen. It was not only beautiful but a shortcut like we didn’t know existed – except one of my “friends” who said he knew about it all along and even knew a better one. When we walked into campus, the President was giving a lecture on a high podium in the open, center of campus?, and down below him (between the podium and the students) was a huge mass of small monkeys. They started getting very noisy, and the President asked for someone to quiet them so he could continue speaking. All the monkeys started having various kinds of sex, which quieted them at least verbally, and he continued his speech as if he was unaware of why they were quiet.
I walked around campus. I found an auditorium, which somehow was open to the place the President was speaking, and there were three cheaply-made grand pianos on an upper balcony (which I could not try without being heard outside)… the next room had a large concert harp, again I didn’t play it. Then I went down a stairway and found a group of children as if it was a day care center, one of them tried showing me some toys based on a current kids’ TV show, which I had never heard of and commented on.
I kept walking and found an area with lots of cages. There were many kinds of animals in the cages. Then I saw that one stack of cages, each of which was about 10’x10’x2.5′ HEIGHT, contained some black women (they looked native African), and I was shocked. I walked up to one of the cages and nonchalantly talked to one of the two women in it, and she spoke English (said her name was Mbeke Ndele, if I rememer correctly). I mentioned that thing about the monkeys to her… she said that she would like to do that with me if we were in adjacent cages… and we both said together, “No, then your rent would go up,” and laughed. I don’t know why I didn’t try to open the cages, probably felt I did not have enough information or authority. I went to a meeting that included the President, and was told they were for research, and got almost violent about them being caged. I moved around campus (didn’t run, but didn’t dawdle either) and found a group of black American students and told them about it. Nobody even moved. I yelled at them, I was hoping someone would be angry about it and go with me to free them. Then one young man said, “I’m angry!” and after that a few more did, and we went off to find the cages. While we were going there, I saw an image in my head of an important paper to be written by Mbeke.
When we got there, the other woman in Mbeke’s cage was very sick, almost dead. Everyone was gotten out except her; we weren’t sure we knew what to do with a sick person. For some reason I did not claim Mbeke or anyone else; the other students got them away from there except for the sick one. I hung around laying on top of the cages (why?) and someone who was partly responsible for them being there came and yelled/asked me where the people were. I said I didn’t know, nonchalantly, and then yelled, “Why the hell did you have people caged up?” He didn’t have an answer, and then saw the sick woman, and told me, “What if she has something we don’t know about?” and tried to make me feel guilty for possibly releasing such a disease. I did not accept the guilt trip. I don’t remember much after that.
All three of these last dreams were very much clearer than I usually have, with more viewable details and more remembered. I can get some meanings from them but they don’t wholly make sense… not that dreams usually do, but my dreams rarely are this clear. And this last one was the first time I got a name from someone.