Transcription of a dream log written on August 31, 2016, my ninth day in Blue Azimuth.1
Strange dreams the last 2 or 3 nights—wake up half-thinking that I
am still in the world of the dream, a feeling that wears off with time
& directing my focus toward the sights, sounds, etc. of my
surroundings—dreams incorporate Blue Azimuth in some way.
1st dream
All I remember is that Ben had to write a paper about the
Bill of Rights.
2nd dream
Recall a scene where three humanoid mechs (appearance sim. to
Voltron or Gurren Lagann) piloted by people I knew jumped into an
open chamber in the ground. Then a pair of thick horizontal metal doors
slid shut over the chamber, covering the mechs from the neck down. A thin
telescoping radio antenna extended upward and backward from the base of
each of the mech's necks, at which point I could hear the pilots
announcing what show each of them was watching. The only show I
recognized/remembered was Gurren Lagann.
Recall another scene: me
standing in the family room, wearing my dirty Blue Azimuth clothes and a
bandana headband. I've just returned from some ambiguous place after
being away from home for 2 months. I'm having a heated conversation with
my parents who are seated on the couch. They ask me, "What have you
become?" in shocked disapproving voices. I tell them that I'm changed,
that I'm better, that I'm a terrorist now. I remember being some kind of
rebel or freedom fighter, the cause I can't recall but I remember
opposing an oppressive, dystopian government (the subtle sort, I think)
that had branded me a terrorist. I think the dream may have culminated in a
face-to-face conversation with the head of the government. Recall waking
up in a delirium, thinking for a few minutes that I was still in that
world, a member of the rebel coalition, Blue Azimuth.
3rd dream
These scenes happened over the course of an interrupted dream cycle, I
kept waking up (often with that delirious anxiety previously described)
from the/a dream only to quickly fall back into it or another.
Recall a
scene: me and this guy whose face or identity I cannot recall (we'll
call him Buddy, since I know that he was my good buddy) are chilling with
these two girls, a brunette (my companion, I think she looked a lot
like Meredith) and a blonde (Buddy's companion), at a party in someone's
backyard. I'm pretty sure Buddy and I had had sex with these girls, and done
other funtivities, in prior scene(s). So we're all talking, having a
good time, until I or Buddy mentions something that incriminates us in
an offense that I know we perpetrated but now, as I write this, cannot
remember what it was. In this moment, the girls vanish, emerging from
around the side of the house, now wearing Elvis costumes
complete with pompadours and menacing glares. I believe one or both
of them was brandishing melee weaponry (I only say melee because they did
not fire upon us) but the shapes are too hazy to make out. They are
advancing upon us. Buddy and I realize what's going on: these chicks
were undercover, presumably for a police organization but I couldn't
tell you with certainty. We book it and the girls make chase. Even
though the girls only look to be a few yards behind us, I say that we're
"2 hours ahead of them," enough time to catch the new movie whose title
I can't remember now (I believe it was a comedy though). So we duck
into the theater, the girls continuing to race down the sidewalk as if
still in hot pursuit.
Smash cut to two hours later, Buddy and I exit
the theater doors into a bare hallway, like the outside of a restroom or
something. Buddy and I are now wearing disguises: light-grey tank
tops, red horn-rimmed (like Wayfarer-style) glasses like what Sheala2 wears, blonde
mohwaks. The girls, wearing the same disguises, faces now looking like Sheala's, walk down from the opposite end of the hall and stop in front
of us. In this moment of pause, I'm pretty sure we all know who each of
us really is. We each say, "Hi, Shay," to one another, and resume
walking in our respective directions. The view is now
letterboxed (or maybe the camera zooms out) and I can
hear my voiceover, "And that's one of my favorite movies" (or something
like that).
1For our purposes, the name of the wilderness therapy program I was in at the time I wrote this.
2For our purposes, the name of one of my guides.