October 11, 2011
In the dream I was at some kind of concert venue like a country or state fair like The Big E or something like that. It was in a giant circus tent at the bottom of a big hill, on the ocean. I can’t help but think San Francisco but I’ve been there and don’t remember any road like that so I don’t know. There were those long, skinny flag banners that you’d see on the tent of a King in a battle field in days of old. They were flapping and snapping wildly in the wind.
Inside, my sister Linda was jumping around and having a great time of it in one of those giant air-filled bouncing rooms that they set up at parties. My friends Karen and Tony were there in the stands. There were fixed stands under the tent like those at a small racetrack like the one at Six Flags in Agawam MA, or the bandstand at the Vermont State Fair in Rutland. My wife, Suzanne was there with Karen and Tony. I had to leave to go do something. I don’t remember what it was.
Fast forward to me walking down the hill
towards the big concert tent on the beach. Grand Funk Railroad was playing “Are You Ready” from the Grand Funk Railroad LIVE album that was released (and very popular) back in the early 70’s. It was really loud. I went into the tent and found Karen and Tony. Suzanne wasn’t there. I asked where she was and they didn’t know. I walked out of the area of the stands and went down to where the balloon room was. My sister was still jumping around in there doing summersaults and having a blast. I asked her where Suzanne was but she didn’t know.
I walked around in the outer ring of the tent where all of the vendors were located and went all the way over to the left end of the hallway (if you were facing the tent from the outside, it was like a semi-circle with a main door in the center where people entered and exited from – so enter the door and go left down the vendor hallway to the end). There was an alleyway just past the last vendor booth between the outside of the tent and the booth, about 4 feet wide. I could hear some whispering going on down there.
I called out, “Suzanne” and she responded. “I’m here”. But I could hear a man talking. I walked down deeper into the short alley and I could see Suzanne standing there holding someone’s hands. But nobody was there but her and those hands. They were disembodied. Just hands. Somehow I just knew they were the hands of another guitarist. Nobody said it but I just knew. There was a man’s voice talking. Soothing, calming, hypnotic, persuasive. I don’t remember what it was saying but it was eerie and also disembodied, more like a though than a sound. I said, “Suzanne, what are you doing” and she said “I love him!!” so I grabbed at those disembodied hands. Suzanne tried to stop me but I pried them from her grip and started yelling “Stay away from her” and then I threw them on the ground and started stomping them with my boot heel. Over and over and over, crushing them and smashing them into a pulp while yelling and screaming. I don’t remember what I was saying but the sentiment was very brutal and angry and exuded plethora of emotions, a feeling of utter panic and helplessness embodying the thought “Stay Away!”
Then once the hands were “dead” I turned to Suzanne and started beating her in the face with the back of my hand saying “The kids can never find out about this”. She said nothing, but kept taking the blows and looking at me little or no emotion. A kind of resignation on her face.
Then I woke up.
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