I went to a party in Phyllis’s back yard next door in Dallas. All the people there looked so good – all sparkly and happy and friendly. I asked a woman if everyone was on MDMA and she said, “Yes.” The woman and I were really feeling it, the magic – all beautiful and innocent.
I went over to the side in a darker area of the yard next to the house and sat on some steps. A young woman came and sat down beside me, real close, up against me, all warm and soft. We felt comfortable in relation to one another. We sat there for a little while and I asked, “What’s your name?” “Jean,” she said.
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I’m walking on the side of a hill leading down into the Pacific. In the distance I can see what seems to be a body floating in the water. I walk down to the water and start wading toward it. The water is shallow. It is a body, face down in the water. I didn’t touch it. I waded back toward the shore, toward a tiny, deserted town. Just a couple of empty streets, empty buildings. Now I see a few people, but I don’t want them to see me, so I crouch down behind an old phone booth. Of course the people see me through the glass and I stand and wal
k away. At the end of one street is what I think is a large bank with a waterfall on the front of the building with sheets of water coursing down the whole front. I wonder how an empty bank would be here and how can the waterfall be. There are a few more people on the next street over. One man is walking toward me. He’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt and is a danger to me. I’m walking away up a slope with unstable footing. The ground is increasingly unstable and the man is getting closer. All I can see to resist the man is a plastic bucket with stones in it. I throw it at the man, but I think it has no effect on him. I awaken.
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(I think that to understand dreams one should include looking at the whole gestalt of the dream. In the case of the below dream, that gestalt includes the thoughts and conversation at the end. That conversation adds another person to the dream and gives a good look at that person’s character and insight.)
I was in a huge toy store with many rooms – unlike any toy store I’ve ever seen. I was wandering around with some people from Atrium Obscurum or AO, the psychedelic trance crew I’d been with from about 2010-2015 (http://ckjournal.com/psytrance-trance-trance-culture). In particular I remember Jessica, Tyson, and Luis in the store. I found a display of Hello Kitty! refrigerator magnets. (Hello Kitty was Leslie’s avatar – a perfect one because while Hello Kitty doesn’t show much emotion, you know she’s really good, maybe even transcendentally good, like Leslie.) I couldn’t find a Kitty, so was looking for Kathy (a bunny friend of Hello Kitty) but couldn’t find her, either. I realized
Beautiful Leslie
most of the characters were a little off, like AI characters, but I found some I liked. I collected them in a little brown paper bag and went to pay for them.
The check-out person finished with the person ahead of me and walked away. I was looking for the AO crew, but couldn’t find them. Leslie appeared and we were walking around, feeling good, but not touching. She was middle-aged, very pretty and we were happy, loving. We went into a large room with a floor covered in groundcover/plants. Then it was outside the store. I didn’t want to be involved in any shoplifting accusations scene and I threw the bag aside, saying, “Fuck it.” The dream ended.
I awoke wishing I’d spent more time with Leslie. I first interpreted it as the idea that the past is past – Leslie, AO, toys… But when I told Jean about the dream she said, “You got what you needed – to see Leslie.”
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Who is Hello Kitty, really? Her real name is Kitty White and she is a 3rd grader in London. She is also known in Japan (where she comes from) as Haro Kiti Howaito. As noted earlier, she doesn’t appear to show much emotion, in part because she gives people the opportunity to project their own feelings or even selves into the character. The character? Is she a cartoon character or a 3rd grader in London (with a sister named Mimmy who looks exactly like Kitty, except she has a yellow bow)? Or is she a little cat? Or is she Japanese? Or British? Who knows, really?
The black Hello Kitty in the photo is an unusual Kitty based on Edgar Allen Poe’s story, The Telltale Heart. She was given away in Bangkok one time only at midnight at the MacDonald’s on Sukhumvit Road not far from the Soi 20 alley where we were staying. It was a crowd of Thai teens and me. Hello Kitty!