08/29/02
Hunting Down Sante Kimes
Good God, you wouldn't believe the stuff I end up dreaming about when I fall asleep with the TV on!! Earlier in the day I watched programs about the Pentagon and Sante and Kenny Kimes (the mother-and-son grifters) and since the latter was on again while I was napping, up it showed.
I remember I was with my brother and some of his friends or something and we were outside late at night; we had Sante Kimes and some other guy with us, a chubby guy, not Kenny. And the idiots didn't keep a close eye on them so they ran off toward the garage! AARRGGHHH! So I went running after the chubby guy and tackled him. He MUST have been bigger than me, but he didn't seem that way, and I guess I was pissed off because I hadn't much difficulty with him. I lugged him back, struggling, to the others. We went inside the house and waited for the police. I kept slamming this guy down to the floor and pinning his hands and kneeling on his back every way I knew how because he kept struggling loose. Finally I kneed him in the back and twisted his arms behind him and clamped onto his wrists when the cops showed up. About TIME! Even with them we had trouble restraining him. I specifically remember an Asian cop had trouble putting the cuffs on him; he missed his right wrist and I had to point it out to him lest the guy break free again. Amazing how I was able to hold this big guy down!
If they were not the same dream, this then shifted into "A Trip To The Pentagon."
A Trip To The Pentagon
If they were not the same dream, this then shifted out of "Hunting Down Sante Kimes."
This dream included myself and some other people on a trip to the Pentagon or a museum or something and it was very interesting and cool, but I can't remember much. I don't know if it was before or after this part that we were outside standing around a big crypt in a cemetery, and I was writing down the letters and numbers on the side for some reason (the crypt had an ID code on it, and I guess I wanted to remember the format because I was going to use one in a story of mine and I wanted it to be authentic); there was also a plaque listing visiting days, and I seem to recall that Wednesday was the only day it was closed to the public. Huh. I remember us going inside somewhere and sitting at a table snacking and talking, and then everybody got up to go and I kept forgetting things behind me and had to keep going back and getting them--my jacket, my pencil--so I was late. I thought they would wait for me as soon as they noticed me missing (I think Ma was with them); they went up a big staircase. Then I think we went to a boat or something. And there was some part with a man (Kenny Kimes?) with a spot of moisture on his arm that fascinated me for some reason; then he cut into it with a knife and a silver-dollar-sized puddle of blood pooled there, looking diluted; he did this to prove his innocence to an interviewer. Weird! It may have been him or another guy, but they were hitting on some girl during this boatride(?) and I KNEW he was going to be the bad guy, no matter how charming he seemed now...like Chad Jenner, the antagonist in one of my novels, Minot. (Suffice it to say the guy is a real charmer but beneath it he's a snake.) It's like I was directing that part of the dream.
Two Very Different Cats
One dream involved Pepper and Cosmas and...Pepper?? Even I took pause in the dream to ponder over this. What was she doing back? She died almost a year ago. Yet here she was. She looked more like Cosmas, black and white, but I can't remember what Coz looked like. I remember petting her back and feeling her spine, but she had more weight on her than she did before she died. I decided, well, she's here, I may as well let her know I still love her! The basement door was standing wide open and I went to shut it--so Coz wouldn't get down there--then remembered that before she got sick, Pepper used to go down there to go to the bathroom. (In my dream she was no longer blind or deaf.) So I think I might have left it open. I had to learn how to reacquaint myself to things and compromise in the presence of two very different cats. Strange dream.
Cookies, Tea, Or Me?
Right before I woke up I was trying to decide what kind of cookies I wanted to eat--and some mint and chocolate (Oreo-style) ones were used for making tea!! Only then they were banana and chocolate. I was trying to figure out how many I wanted to use to make tea (which might taste funny), and how many I wanted to keep solid to eat later (which would taste good). I wished there were more! Oh, I just remembered I poured out a little bit of old tea near the fridge and somehow it got in the door and knocked over my full pitcher of tea (I keep two pitchers) and that spilled all over the floor and some of the stuff in the fridge and I got so upset because now I had NO tea. Anyway, when I woke up, I really wanted something banana or mint. o_O
But I didn't have anything like that except banana Slim-Fast so I had some Wild Berry Swirl ice cream. The end.
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