Night of 26th October 2009

{Two dreams, with a short waking interval between them... I had a sharp recollection of the first one, but after dreaming the second dream I only remember a few details of the first.}


At sea, aboard the research platform owned by the leader of the conglomerate - I can't recall who he is, but there is a sense that he is not reputable: he's like some kind of mastermind from a James Bond story. There is another on board although I can't remember much of him either. We're in some sort of crisis situation, and I'm warned that I shouldn't flush the toilet. But I flush the toilet and a huge underwater explosion occurs. The sea heaves and rolls and I see the scene as if viewing it from the hull of a ship: a heavy swell tips the boat and I see the platform straining under the disruption.
Nana and me are in the kitchen of the home I grew up in. I notice a jet black, catapillar like, thing on the wooden beam above the hob. It has very striking thick yellow lines on its back - I count three full lines and one partial line. The partial line is the one nearest the tail, the three above it are full. Nana is scared of the insect (as she is in real life) and warns me not to mess with it. I get in closer for a better look as I think the insect is wonderful, and insects are harmless. The lines are now blue, I haven't seen the change; but I am sure it's the same catapillar. I go to touch it, and as I try to mount it on my finger I see a close up of the insect's head, features are indistinguishable, but I notice its mouth is quite sinister, at this moment blue silk (I only guess it is silk) streams out the mouth. I don't know if this is a defense mechanism or an attack. I'd like to think it was defense but Nana is saying "I told you so", and I am a little shocked by the insect's reaction - I'd like to get rid of it now. I go to throw it out of the kitchen window on my left, but as I do more and more of the blue silk streams out of the catapillar, and the silk is attached to me - I can't get the catapillar off me (by connection through the silk). I think the catapillar is dangerous and desperately try to un-attach myself - to no avail. I wake...


I watch a panning shot of the base of a tall building - I sense it is some sort of research building again, although this time it's on land - there are green shrubs all around the base of the building. The panning shot is just like a dolly shot in films, and we are tracking the shrubs along what I somehow know is the right hand side of the building: the side right of the entrance side (if you were walking toward the entrance it would be the side on your left). The shrubs are small, only shin height, but the building seems to be several stories high - made of brick and glass, not a modern design, perhaps something from the 70s. There are many palm sized, thick, square glass blocks in the walls - as is popular on some californian houses. Some of the glass surfaces (windows I think) are dark glass, I think there is a tint of brown in them. I somehow know that the building is in the middle of nowhere, away from population centers, other buildings, etc. As the dolly style shot reaches the end of the wall the scene changes.
We are outside another building. This time an apartment block: tall, thin, not very up-market. Again, I'm looking at it from what I seem to intuit is the right hand side. There is an open entrance space, doorless, on my side, and one (identical design) on what I have intuited is the "entrance" side. Both openings are rectangular (height longer than width), in unadorned, grey, concrete. The car pulls up outside the "entrance-side" opening. A tall, late middle aged, man steps out wearing jet black aviator sunglasses. I notice he has a large belly - just as an executive may have - I notice his height again. He is wearing a sweater - not a sports seater, a wool or cashmere sweater - with cotton pants. All the colors are muted and dark; but I think there is dark green and a kind of overcast grey in there. A woman is with him. She seems quite glamorous for him: slim, younger (but not young), and I think she wears red. They make their way toward the entrance for what I can only guess is an affair or sexual encounter. I notice now that he seems quite hurried. As he is taking the first step through the entrance, he trips, and I see him fall and strike his face on some steps (leading upward). His hands do not come out to break his fall - he seems to fall over flush on his face. It is now, or just previous, that I notice the leader of the conglomerate (from the previous dream) heading into the same building - he has come from behind me and on my left, and is heading toward the entrance closest to me. It seems implicit that he was hunting, or after, the man in aviator sunglasses. The leader of the conglomerate is a short, fat, bald man; but has young features for a man as old as he is. He appears from the entrance pulling the woman by her hand - however, she's no longer in red. She is a birdy woman, and reminds me a little of Sondra Locke - but she has short hair. The man in sunglasses, I no longer notice if he has them (they may have been broken in the fall), is behind them and wants the woman back. The scene changes.
Inside the elevator of the apartment block - it is red lighted, or painted red, I'm not sure now - the leader of the conglomerate is ravishing the woman. They both, however, appear as different people. I can't really be sure if the woman is the same woman, she has black curly hair and seems less skinny than before; but although the man is younger and leaner and taller, I sense he is the same person, he still has a suit. His clothes are ripped off, he's almost naked, and hers are less so. He is between her legs, although paradoxically I see she wears a long grey skirt. I sense that the man is having sex with the woman, although I see no image of this - I now see only small details in close up shots. The man seems to be doing it from the ceiling of the elevator (which is going up): he has his arms and legs pushed out with great force against the elevator car walls and is holding himself and the woman up by this effort. I see he has tribal tattoos over his legs, and am shown a close up of his right foot and ankle - pressing against the closed elevator door as he holds himself up. The metal surface is moving (we're going up) and I'm scared for a moment he will be injured (his foot in the doorway) but it turns out to be OK. The surfaces are all red, and his black tattoos look like maori patterns - simple linear decoration. I wake up.