Posted by giveawayboy on December 21, 2001 at 09:06:44:
Well everyone, I had this new dream, since the flying dream. In this dream there was no flying, but there was alot of bizarre, carnivalesque imagery. There was like this outdoor carnival taking place. I was an art vendor with all my art simply sitting on a black H-cart. Behind me was this guy who was sitting w his little brother/cousin, or whatever. he was half black and half indian. he might have been hindu or christian, i am not sure. anyway, on the back of my cart i had a picture of krishna playing a flute and i could hear him behind me singing hare krishna, but not joking around, but saying it respectfully, anyway, so i turned around and went over to where he was looking at the west side of my H-cart, which was covered with pictures and magnets, just like skydancer's refrigerator. But, when I got over to where he was i think he was more interested in talking to me instead of talking about krishna. somewhere on the west side of my H-cart it said 02/04, as in Feb. 4th. So, he asked me in perfect brasilian portugues what that was there for, even in the dream I didn't know. so, he and i started talking in broken and fluent portugues. i told him how i can write it but don't really speak well, and he just laughed and told me that i would soon enough. then this huge group of people walked by and they were all from brasil and they all started introducing me to this lady and telling me she was 'like their mother' and they all started teaching me how to say mrs. in portugues, so that i could be very respectful to her. one of those guys had real bright red hair and was chubby. the others were mainly blonde or light brown. but the black guy, who was part indian was speaking very good portugues and seemed like he might be brasilian too, but he was also indian, so he might have spoken pali or hindi or punjabi or tamil or something. [SIDE NOTE--earlier in this dream i had seen the black guy and his friend walking through a marketplace, where they were selling brightly colored fruits. but what i didn't know is that it was a set for a movie, a brasilian version of blackula--darn it--was i suprised. all of a sudden he began transforming into blackula, but a very nosferatu style blackula, w 18th century garb and long red fingernails stretching off of his think black fingers, his skin was chalky brown, lighter than hot chocolate. at that point he looked like a light-colored black person, and his hair which was usually a little thick on top but blended to be short on the sides, just got real ratty and i think just grew into long dreds or at least braids. he started to look and smell like a vamp. and it was so cool, since he wasn't like those classic movie vamps with those dern count suits on and such. he was really quite a beast] then after meeting the matron and her pals i was quickly hussled into a community of brasilian missionaries that didn't seem to mind me being a catholic. our first outing together was shark fishing. i was instantly absorbed into the group which forced me to speak only broken portugues. the first few hours were hard, but eventually i got on just fine. i learned alot in my dream--i only wish i could recall it all. i remember this one husky guy among us coming up to me and throwing 4 huge u shaped hooks into my hands and then bringing this contraption to me where we mounted the hooks to form some huge iron jawlike contraption. this would fall on the shark and all 8 ends of the hooks would pierce him at the same time. i wasn't sure i liked that violent type of fishing. but then again, i wasn't in charge. there was this guy there, i forget now, but i think it was the black guy, transmorphed into a white guy with brown hair, he sort of looked like the same build as Bono when he was young, but his face was more like well, i can't describe it too well, sort of peaceful and confident and courageous and bold, yet not anxious. he was playful, capable of really doing crazy [almost mean] things and keeping you on your toes. and he kept wearing this hat, like some ball cap or something. anyway, he kept following me and talking to me very fast in brasilian expressions, and i kept telling him 'mais devagar! mais devagar!' but he just kept talking fast, and even faster, sometimes grabbing me and shaking me and saying lots of different things really fast--what i didn't realize until now was that his seemingly rude behaviour was injecting me with those words. i was actually learning more quickly and completely than i would have without that him punctuating things for me. i will always remember that. and after a while you just realized how much he loved everyone and they all were really into god and whatever, so there was a natural bond between them. anyway, i woke up after they had just killed one shark and i was pulling these huge palm trees out from between the rows of seats on these bleachers.