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How the West was...Huh?

10/15/11
A feint but noticeable glimmer of a single name or word that runs through my mind across my subconscious. I hear it uttered -"Pootie Tang!"...

My furthest memory of this dream is of the desert. My mom and my Dad are at war. It's battle of the sexes as my mom's co-workers (which are all women) are on strike from their jobs and are at war with my Dad and HIS friends (which are all men). Unknown what the demands are, I believe it might have something to do with a raise in pay? This is very cliche Norma Rae territory going on. My Dad's group seems to think my Mom's group is being ridiculous! There's a lot of 'sexism' in the air. I think my mom works in some sort of department store like a K-Mart or something a lil' less commercial. My Dad seems to work as some sort of industrialist or coal miner? -The desert feels so warm, looks like Arizona or New Mexico? I remember the warmth cause as soon as I wake up to late fall Keremeos weather, I'm wishing to go back to sleep to bask in the warmness again...

I remember me and my brother being caught up in the middle of all this, I was particularly confused by what was going on. I'm a lil' too young to comprehend what's going on as in the dream I appear to be around 7 years old again or thereabouts. I recall being led into the store through the picketers by my mom, she's holding my hand. Not wanting to play favorites and wanting this silly dispute to be over and done with I decide to go get my Dad's side of the story...

I end up going over to see my Dad at the building HE works in, which looks almost like somebody's house. A rather LARGE house, but a house none the less? My Dad's friends' mentality is that the women are being ungrateful or something "back in our day you did your work no matter how backbreaking and insufferable it may be, you did it and didn't complain, and felt proud of yourself at the end of the day!" -Some kind of attitude like that. Then I take a look around the house and say hello to all my Dad's co-workers, and the more I see - the more I don't WANNA SEE! -The conditions of the house are utterly disgusting. The wallpaper's peeling off, it looks like there's stains everywhere, all the men look old and withered and are barely moving. I don't understand how they can be so proud of the work they're doing when I don't see a single one of them working? They all seem to be on break, or dying, whichever hits them sooner.

But yet all the guys seem to give me a wink when I look at them almost as if saying to me (representing the younger generation) "yeah, big day for you lil' buckeroo, you get to see REAL MEN at work!" -I even catch my Dad joking and laughing when this building he's working at looks like a deathtrap waiting to happen. -While all the while the women at my mom's building continue to work even WHILE they're picketing. My Mom was actually on her way into work when she went in. -I find the state of my Dad's job utterly depressing.

I sit close to my Dad and I ask him straight up. "Dad, are you really happy working here?" -My Dad looks confused and asks me to repeat myself. When I do he sorta looks around like he's wondering who I'm talking to? "Uh, don't take this the wrong way, but do I know you son?" I say to my Dad "It's me Dad, I'm your son, Tyler." He looks even more confused? "You say you're my son, are ya?" -I can't believe this, and I begin growing concerned. My Dad seemed to be struggling with the memory. "Don't you remember-" but I can't seem to get through to him. He seems lost with trying to uncover the memory, to the extent that he's starting to believe me that he may indeed know me, but now he's really becoming frustrated with himself that he doesn't remember being a father? -A brief though runs through my head whether or not the same thing's going on between him and Austin, or is it just ME he doesn't remember?...

Eastwood's family has been kidnapped and then massacred. I THINK that's the story? Eastwood is PISSED, any normal man would be. But when Clint gets mad, a strange effect comes over him. He looks complacent. -There Eastwood stands, looking off into the distance, clad in his western gear shades of Josey Wales. Sorrowful music begins playing as he gets dead serious speaking to the bandits who done him and his family wrong. "Alright you sonsofbitches, here's what's gonna happen. You may not know it yet, but all of you are already dead..." -Eastwood delivers his speech classic in his cool calm collected style in which you know with Eastwood it's not a threat, it's a prognostication. Eastwood seems to be talking and if not looking directly at the bad guys telling them how pissed he is and exactly how he's gonna kill them before it actually goes down. All the while the vision fades out and his face seems to be delivering this speech to the bandits on the surface of a tombstone. -I had to double check my memory to make sure this was exactly what I saw?...

Unable to recall how (or why?) I got out there, I find myself in the desert. Not in isolation, just a very desert-like small town in the interior US or wherever this is. Apparently I must have been asleep or something, except I have all my clothes on. And I walk out into a random area of the town I'm residing in. Walking along the side of the road. There's a train crossing. Can't remember if a train actually goes by or not?-

I end up stopping before I cut across the intersection. Which I find myself almost wondering when it was I was planning on stopping, I seemed to just keep walking and walking. I have with me the blankets from my bed. Apparently I took them with me on my walk. On the ground it's dusty plus there's a whole bunch of dehydrated desert style prickly bushes, tumbleweeds and things of that nature. On the other end across the intersection there is two middle school girls staring at me wondering what the hell I'm doing?!? -I unfurl the blankets and splay them out, then I lay down on top of all the prickly shit and pull the blankets over top of me. Almost like I'm planning to go to sleep right here by the side of the road?

About as quick as it takes for me to lay down and cover myself if not quicker I suddenly change my mind and pop up like there's a fire!! -I change my mind and continue walking down the road crossing the intersection. The girls are giggling wondering what I did all that for??? -I continue walking aimlessly...

An interlude occurs when I bump into a billboard that suddenly comes to life with animation. On the billboard plays a documentary special discussing the cartoon Tiny Toon Adventures in which they touch on the basis for the show and reveal that there apparently once lived 'this guy' who's everyday modern life the cartoon happens to be based on. I found that hard to believe and was shocked in the dream. Apparently the characters Buster and Babs are actually caricatures of himself and the episodes contain stories from his life. Almost like his life is an actual cartoon strip. I see a visual of his body being compared to the profiles of Buster and Babs, from flesh to 2D?...

I continue my walk and manage to make my way into the downtown area, looking like that of Penticton or maybe Osoyoos. I'm walking along minding my own business, not really wanting to make eye contact with anyone, hoping no one notices me. When all of a sudden I run into an old friend of mine from my school days whom I haven't seen in a long time. A friend I perceive to be Gary, looks right at me and catches my attention. "Hey, Tyler, Hey!" "Oh, hey Gary." The moment becomes rather strange as Gary's next exact words uttered are "Congratulations! You've made it!" -An overwhelming sense of accomplishment suddenly SWEEPS over me and I become filled up with emotion and letting it spill out. Every single person on the street seems to simultaneously turn to me and start congratulating me for something I'm unaware of what I did? They all start clapping and applauding me and patting me on the back and saying they're proud of me. Some faces I recognize, others I don't???...

I wake up abruptly and proceed to jot down the details. With my dry erase board still by my bed and the daylight cracking through the curtains enough for me to write stuff down. I decide it's too early to get up just yet. I lay back down in a comfortable position and just let my mind drift, reviewing the details of the dream I've just had? As my eyes begin becoming heavy I look back as the board to glance over again what I just wrote, make sure I haven't forgotten anything. With my vision blurry and my head foggy I catch a glance of something I've written at the bottom, clear as day to me: reads "Gettin' High".

I open my eyes wide and glance again suddenly realizing I don't remember writing that down? I double check the board and sure enough it was a part of the dreamstate slipping over me, cause that phrase is nowhere in sight on the board. What does it mean? -I figure it important regardless and decide to jot it down before I forget???...

The following sequence the details of which are vague. I have a hard time recalling how the scene began even though I feel it was rather significant, felt very much like an actual memory. But I didn't get the notes jotted down in time and thus am unable to really go into detail over how things proceeded. All I recall is it involved me in the library being 'read to' from a cryptic children's book by a girl I knew and am quite fond of. Not sure I recall who the blonde truly is, my closest familiar identity to place the character with would be a girl from my past I had a BIG TIME crush on named Kirra, originally from Australia. But not really sure if it was really her or not?-

The blonde is being 'guarded' and looked after by a group of girls who are highly protective of her and look at me like some sort of plague or venereal disease coming at her. I instantly recognize the girls from my school who were mean to me back in the day, looks like old habits die hard. They start calling me names and intimidating me and want me to leave, not even look at the blonde. I don't deserve to be listening to her beautiful story, something like that? -The blonde is utterly ashamed of being associated with these girls for their behavior and try to get them to stop. Eventually I am banished from the library and am told to move on.

I walk by the glass of the outside of the library and watch the blonde sigh, then continue to read from the book. I feel like the title of the book might be important or significant. It's been a few weeks now and I'm STILL trying to uncover my memory of that book and it's cover and contents. Even though I have this nagging feeling I got a pretty good impression of the book in the dream. I was so in the moment I just assumed there was no way I was gonna forget any of this. I know it's something 'black' and that's all, possibly something to do with a raven? -I also try to pick up any of the other titles on the shelves but can't recall those either...

Before I wake a brief flicker runs through my head to the extent of bafflement and confusion. --"Pootie Tang!" -The familiarity of a word being uttered previously in the dream leads me to believe that despite the lengthy entry this time around, the dream details may indeed actually go back 'further' if I were able to recall them?...

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