Dragging my Mind Over the Gap Between Is's

Thursday, June 16th

I. “Gemstone Heist”

S.B, A.L and I are looking for weed (although I have quit smoking for the past 10 days or so) and we are headed to the house of somebody we know, though I don’t remember who it is. This is the premise, yet nothing that happens really has much to do with this.

The unknown person’s house turns out to be a large mansion, and my memory of the dream begins as we are rushing down a large staircase and out of the house. I have five large gemstones in my hand that we have apparently just stolen. I believe three of them were pink and rough and two of them were smooth and blue, and all of them had spots in them that were a color I can’t recall now. As we make it outside a group of men in suits come rushing at us. Our car (a 2-door dark gray vehicle that none of us actually own) is sitting in the entranceway that looks a lot like that of a hotel, an ovular cement thing in the middle with a driveway around it under a roof. As we see them come running at us, I drop most of the gemstones as I try to shove them into my pockets; I get only one or two of them in there.

As it looks like we are going to be caught everything suddenly drops into slow motion but my own mind and movement. S.B is apparently going to be the one driving. I throw the drivers’ side door open and wait for him to pull the handle and the seat goes forward. I leap into the backseat. I see that A.L can’t get into his door, and it turns out this is because it is locked. I quickly reach over and pull up the little pin and he gets in the car. As soon as we are all in there everything begins running at the same speed. I am not sure who is driving the car when we begin moving, this may have switched for no reason but it’s either S.B or A.L. Somebody is telling the driver to turn left and break through a barricade of cars, but instead they turn right and get stuck in some slow moving traffic. The last thing I remember seeing in this section of the dream is the tail lights of a car ahead of us.

The dream jumps and we are inside the mansion again, hanging out with people I do not recognize. Apparently we are no longer on the run from anybody. I am tapping out the rhythm of a Flogging Molly song, a band I have not listened to in ages, and a girl recognizes it merely from the rhythm and puts the song on. She makes some comment about that band being good.

Another jump and S.B and A.L are both swimming with people in a very nice, large pool. I am fully clothed and do not wish to join them. End of recall.