Two teenage boys and myself, myself a teenager were running up a staircase not unlike the one at Shoprite in Oakland which led to the parking lot. We got to the top and there was a large garbage dumpster in the middle of the large empty and dark warehouse. The other two boys climbed into the dumpster and hid themselves, while I ran around to the other side. We were being chased by someone, or something.
Suddenly, before I could hide inside the dumpster, the garage door opened and an old lady walked in with a bag of garbage. Now the dumpster was almost against the wall, and I squeezed in between the two. The lady walked around the dumpster and also squeeze in between. Her bag hit me, and thus I was discovered.
One of the boys remained in the dumpster, but the other (a blonde hair boy who I know but can’t remember) and myself ran out of the warehouse. The warehouse, from the outside, was Hagler’s garage.
It was daylight when we left the warehouse, but now it suddenly became dark. We broke into a huge mansion nearby and roamed around in there for awhile. We were still being chased.
We heard people come in so we went to a bedroom and I immediately ran to the window and opened it. We thought we were on the first floor so we could use the window to escape, but we now found ourselves on the firth floor – much too high to jump.
We climbed out onto the roof, saw it was impossible, then he climbed back in. The window was gone now, it looked like just part of the wall, but the kid somehow reached his hand into wood and cement and made a small hole in which to crawl though. He disappeared inside.
I then went over and tried the same thing-no good. I had to rip apart a huge chunk of wall to fit inside. I knew that it would get me caught, but I did not care anymore, I just wanted to get inside.
I made it in, and somehow, I watched myself do so from out on the roof. I left myself for a moment to see what it looked like from outside.
I came back to myself and saw that I was creeping down a dark hallway. I was not heard coming in. I got to the end of the hallway and found myself on an upper landing looking down into the den and out through glass doors leading to the patio. On the patio was the two kids on their bikes with my bike with them. I jumped down from the loft and crawled towards the door, when a woman started making her way down the staircase and saw me. I hid behind a tiny end table, but it was no use. The room by the way was all wood, the stairs, the loft the walls, everything was wood.
The two boys took off, leaving my bike behind. Here I left myself again. I was now on the mountainside behind the house looking down at the boys and I watched as they dropped my bike and fled. I also was able to see the woman in the room yelling at myself.
I watched her lead me out of the house, it was still dark, and up the mountainside towards the two
kids playing in a small pool of water that gathered right before a small waterfall spilling down the mountain. She called the boys attention, and when they turned towards the woman and myself, I was back in my body.
The two boys grabbed me and threw me into the water and were wrestling with me and tossing me about. It was here I left my body again.
I was now staring at the two boys and another kid which was supposed to be me but was not. The kid had long red hair, really red. A red like I have never seen. He was being thrown around in the water like myself moments before. Suddenly, a giant walked up and joined them all in the small pool of water. A huge man who, when stepping into the water, caused all the water to spill out and start a mudslide.
A small shriek was heard and looking down, I saw a red fox dodge the mudslide and make its way up towards the us all. The fox stopped short as soon as he saw the kids red hair, and without hesitation, he leapt up and with his teeth, grabbed the boy’s hair and and ripped it from his head. It then ran right past me and said, c’mom!
I followed him down the mountainside into the woods at its base. We slowed and then the fox began to speak about how he collects all things red, and he has never seen a red like this. He was leading me to his den where all his things were. He was telling me of his eternal quest for all things red and that his only obstacle was the spider which ate only everything red.
Somehow, we got split up along the trails and I lost the fox. (I remember a quick glimpse of the fox dragging the hair into his den and all the colors of red you can imagine.)
I was walking aimlessly around looking for a way out of the forest when I ran into a spider web. I brushed it aside, then a few feet later, ran into another. Again, I brushed it aside but then realized I was I was walking into a huge and elaborate spider’s web.
(I must shed some very obvious insights into this dream-The thing about the height of the roof being too high stemmed from this weekend Mike and I looked out a window at the art museum and wondered if it was too high to jump from. The color red was because of a Dali painting which Mike said had the best red he ever seen, and I received the catalog in the mail and it had that painting in it. The giant and the pool of water came from Dante’s Inferno. In it, he writes that all the rivers in Hell, including Styx, originate from a large statue of a man which was made up of different elements symbolizing many different cultures and beliefs, and that this statue’s tears started all the rivers. The spider and its webs can only be from the spider in the Silmarillion, who’s ancestor Bilbo slays.)
