Dreams about walking a highwire and McCartney being expert in love
Had these dreams on a night without melatonin, a first night retreating from melatonin. But still the lingering melatonin effect still seemed to be there.
1 My boyhood friend Michael G, his wife, and myself, were crawling along on these wires strung between extremely high medium brown colored cylindrical poles. These wires must have been at least 100 yards off the ground. They were about 4 inches in diameter, cylindrical shaped, a gray-light-blue color, there must have been about seven of them running parallel to each other between the tall poles; every 50 to 10 yards or so the wires would intersect with a tall pole. These poles were cynlindrical and about two feet thick. Michael his wife and myself were walking on the surface of these wires, all day and into the evening, using our hands and feet. We got to an intersection with a pole. We were all very tired. The feeling amongst us was, that since we were tired, there was a danger of procrastinating attempting to climb down the tall vertical pole, holding up the wires, because, then, we would get so sleepy, that there was a good chance we would fall while climbing down the tall, at least 100 yards tall pole, that held up the wires.
So the ideas was that we should not hesitate, to go down the pole. The idea was, that we had about two and a half hours left before we would basically fall asleep up on those wires, because we had expended so much energy and been up on those wires for so long, that we had tired ourselves out. So Michael and his wife without hesitating went down the pole, while I hesitated, remaining on the wires. It was late evening. It was fallish or springish weather outside, a clear day, blue skies. Michael and his wife fell to their deaths while going down the pole.
I, up on the wires, alone and shocked, looked around. I saw behind me, about seven yards behind and me and about 3 yards to my left, a red pickup truck, that was sitting on the wires. Improbably, it was balanced on the wires, and it was balanced in such a way that it would not fall, it was somehow, securely placed up on those wires that were holding up, sort of rock solid. I couldnt believe it...I would have a secure place to rest, in that red pickup truck, which was securely balanced parallel to the ground high above those wires, and so I would not have to go down that pole, in a tired state like Michael and his wife did.
2 Singer Paul McCartney and a woman who was his wife and-or girlfriend were amongst a crowd of people. I saw McCartney in what looked like a photo with a dark brown background, I did not get a good look at his face, but I could see he was smiling. McCartney and his wife/girlfriend had clear complexions, neither of them had pimples, because of the love they had for each other. McCartney was expert, at the art of heterosexually loving a woman.
So McCartney and his consort loved each other and had clear complexions, but everyone else in the crowd, McCartney and his wife were amongst, (the crowd must have numbered at least a few dozen) had pimples, because they were not expert at the art of loving the opposite sex the way McCartney and his consort were. Their love was not genuine or was not even faked, unlike the love McCartney and his consort had for each other which was genuine. Since the pimpled ones had no actual love outside of their sometimes pretended heterosexual loves, they in actuality had no real love but McCartney and his consort did.
When I awoke, I was thinking, the dream cast McCartney in an impressive light, even though while awake before the dream I had been aghast at a photo of him making a Texas Longhorns or satanic salute type of sign with his hand.
1 My boyhood friend Michael G, his wife, and myself, were crawling along on these wires strung between extremely high medium brown colored cylindrical poles. These wires must have been at least 100 yards off the ground. They were about 4 inches in diameter, cylindrical shaped, a gray-light-blue color, there must have been about seven of them running parallel to each other between the tall poles; every 50 to 10 yards or so the wires would intersect with a tall pole. These poles were cynlindrical and about two feet thick. Michael his wife and myself were walking on the surface of these wires, all day and into the evening, using our hands and feet. We got to an intersection with a pole. We were all very tired. The feeling amongst us was, that since we were tired, there was a danger of procrastinating attempting to climb down the tall vertical pole, holding up the wires, because, then, we would get so sleepy, that there was a good chance we would fall while climbing down the tall, at least 100 yards tall pole, that held up the wires.
So the ideas was that we should not hesitate, to go down the pole. The idea was, that we had about two and a half hours left before we would basically fall asleep up on those wires, because we had expended so much energy and been up on those wires for so long, that we had tired ourselves out. So Michael and his wife without hesitating went down the pole, while I hesitated, remaining on the wires. It was late evening. It was fallish or springish weather outside, a clear day, blue skies. Michael and his wife fell to their deaths while going down the pole.
I, up on the wires, alone and shocked, looked around. I saw behind me, about seven yards behind and me and about 3 yards to my left, a red pickup truck, that was sitting on the wires. Improbably, it was balanced on the wires, and it was balanced in such a way that it would not fall, it was somehow, securely placed up on those wires that were holding up, sort of rock solid. I couldnt believe it...I would have a secure place to rest, in that red pickup truck, which was securely balanced parallel to the ground high above those wires, and so I would not have to go down that pole, in a tired state like Michael and his wife did.
2 Singer Paul McCartney and a woman who was his wife and-or girlfriend were amongst a crowd of people. I saw McCartney in what looked like a photo with a dark brown background, I did not get a good look at his face, but I could see he was smiling. McCartney and his wife/girlfriend had clear complexions, neither of them had pimples, because of the love they had for each other. McCartney was expert, at the art of heterosexually loving a woman.
So McCartney and his consort loved each other and had clear complexions, but everyone else in the crowd, McCartney and his wife were amongst, (the crowd must have numbered at least a few dozen) had pimples, because they were not expert at the art of loving the opposite sex the way McCartney and his consort were. Their love was not genuine or was not even faked, unlike the love McCartney and his consort had for each other which was genuine. Since the pimpled ones had no actual love outside of their sometimes pretended heterosexual loves, they in actuality had no real love but McCartney and his consort did.
When I awoke, I was thinking, the dream cast McCartney in an impressive light, even though while awake before the dream I had been aghast at a photo of him making a Texas Longhorns or satanic salute type of sign with his hand.
posted by David Virgil at 10:59 PM
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