5/28/00 3:52 pm
hovering space/warship cruising though
a strangely familiar Tolkienesque landscape - ----- on board, explaining how
the long banks of PDP-8 display lights used to be active. I find several
of the power mains and bring portions back to life; thus begins our journey.
The weaponry on board is as diverse
as it is impressive. The ship itself is fitted with bays of laser cannons
and other hi-tech goodies, while conventional items such as the AK-47 (quoting
in the dream from Jackie Brown, "when you absolutely GOT to kill
EVERY motherf*er in the room.") are stowed away. Sections of the
ship resemble houses and apartments I have visited and inhabited in other
dreams. We spend some time renovating, concluding with L hammering one
final steadying nail into the wooden toilet seat. Visions of spectral
simultaneously-existing incarnations of Dr. Who. Semi-primitive tribal
bands occupying a nearby range of foothills observing us a little too closely -
we fire warning rounds to keep them away.