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by I need clarification 07/18/2008, 7:04pm PDT |
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First I was in Hawaii, this kind of stylized geography of Hawaii that recurs a lot in my dream. I was staying in a beach house but also a resort hotel (?) with some people. In the dream, I went to sleep and dreamt that I got a full-sleeve arm tattoo. At the top, near my shoulder, was a picture of a girl surfing and "Surfer Girl" lettered above it. As the tattoo went down my arm it told the story of a boat sailing down a river into an eventual waterfall. When I showed one of the guys in the house, he got agitated and said I had to come up with some story to make it seem like the tattoo was six months old. His girlfriend had some rule that if anyone she knew got a new tattoo, she had to get one, too, and he didn't want her to. I woke up (in the dream) relieved to find no tattoo on my arm. I laughed about what a weird dream that was. Then I woke up in real life.
Went back to sleep, this time I drove down to Palos Verdes, and upper-class peninsula here in Southern California. It has a couple of decent surf spots but is known for extreme localism - they will slash your tires, throw rocks at you, etc., if you surf there and they don't know you. I parked at the top of the trail leading down to the beach, and saw another car parking there, and a guy and girl get out and take boards down from their roof. Boy, they didn't know what they were in for. By contrast, I wasn't even wearing shorts, hoping it would be clear I wasn't even surfing. As I walked to the trailhead, there were a bunch of upper middle-class punks sitting around the entrance, mohawks and everything! I gave a half-nod and started down the trail. I saw a girl ahead, and when I walked past her, she picked up a long stick and began spinning it over her head like a drum majorette. I kept an eye on her over my shoulder, and sure enough she hurled it at me. As I sidestepped and it flew by me I saw it was a big spear. I picked it up and used it to block the other spears she was throwing at me until she went away. Looking further down the trail I saw a guy in a black and white letterman's jacket practicing his arm pumps with a football. I knew he was going to throw it at me but then I woke up. |
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