Aremyfeetofftheground

This isn’t quite the sixties, but early seventies…..I had just bought a record album, the cover of which pictured four long haired guys on a crosswalk. Was still living at home. Parents had gone to bed, and I was sitting in the dark in front of my huge Electrohome stereo with headphones on. In walked my brother and his friend, who were not exactly known as Beatles fans. Friend tapped me on the shoulder, lifted up the headphones, and said “who are you listening to?” Of course, they were pretty stoned at the time. I just passed him the headphones, and he sat down and just listened for about 10 minutes. Finally, he got up, pulled of the phones, and said “that is f**king SOLID, who is it?”

Lucidity (dream remembered)

In a strange crowded cafeteria , in the company of a young (boy?) of about 12, with whom I was close (and wanted that closeness back).

Waiting for something (what?). Joined the line to get a coffee, and found that the person in front of me had taken the last available cup. Then I noticed that there were some up on a shelf above the table, but they were very small, like a demitasse. Went to reach for one, but a hand came and took the last one again. To the right of that shelf, there were some about the size of a thimble, and I grabbed one. The lady who was pouring the coffee then said “your entrée slip please”. I asked what she meant, and she said “you have to order your entrée before you can get a coffee”, and she directed me to a cashier back at the tail end of the line.

Disappointed, I pulled my companion with me, and went to the cashier, who was an ascetic looking woman with a sour expression. I asked what entrees they had, and could we get one, but she said I must first answer some questions such as where we were from, where we were going, and why were we here etc.

I quickly became angry, and said to my companion “we’re going”. Down the stairs to the outside we went, then along a pathway until we came to a gated courtyard. In order to get through the gate, we had to crawl through a constricted tunnel maze. We made it, and my distinct thought was “one last indignity”.

Got into our van, and I remembered at this point that I had “borrowed it” from my employer’s parking lot, fully intending to return it before they opened.

We were then driving on a city street, going “somewhere”, and I had tremendous anxiety about being late with the van, because of our delay.

Somewhere within the city, we rounded a corner on a cobblestone street, and I saw a Jester (multi-pointed hat, bells, colourful clothes and all). He was walking on his hands, and had a big upside down grin.

Right then, a very large bat descended from the sky and landed upon him, knocking him down and nearly covering him completely.

This terrified me, and I awoke.