Boat Bus

My boyfriend told me that he would not drive his car because it was too troublesome to drive. Instead, we took buses to go to a play. On the first bus, he ran into his friends whom he has not seen for a long time. He sat by the right window with one of the friends. I sat on the left aisle seat with one of his friends by the left window. Although I did not know them, and I had never heard that my boyfriend mentioned about them, we all had a good time talking on the bus.

My boyfriend told me that we would get off the bus at the stop right before the bridge (in reality, the bus stop and the bridge actually exist in my home town) because we needed to make a transfer to another bus. We got off the bus, but he realized that it was not the correct stop to transfer to another bus. We took a bus which had the similar route to the one we were supposed to take. The bus driver's wife was standing behind the driver helping passengers if they had questions. We told them that we wanted to go to the theater place. They were nice and told us that they would try to take us to the place although they were not sure the exact location. The driver stopped at a stop, and partially the bus quickly became a big boat. Only did the pointed front boat touch the ground (in reality, I just had a boat ride two weeks ago with my family). We got off the bus/boat. Since the driver was not sure if it was the right place, he got off the bus/boat too. He took the staircase where lead to a stage right in front of the bus stop. He went to the very top and asked the performer on the stage if it was the theater place we were looking for. It was the place.

My boyfriend and I were exchanging sweet smiles. His hands wrapped my waist.

P.S. In reality, my boyfriend and I love each other very much, and we are always very happy being together. However, we cannot freely be together as we wish sometimes. He is in the tough situation which he is not brave enough to take a control over it. He always lets things and others take the lead.

Thank you for your help

Judy

Theatre of Aldebaran

Dear Peregrin,

I'm standing in the foyer of a large, ornate theatre lobby, smoking a cigarette. Everyone (including myself) is dressed to the nines, in tuxedos, ball gowns and the like. I ask someone what the occasion is, and they tell me that everyone takes a part in the performance wey're about to see. Even audience members. But you don't get to pick the roles: you're given them by someone on stage. Another woman asks me later what I'm going to be tonight on Aldebaran, and I tell her that I don't know. A couple of ushers ask me for my ticket (which I don't have) and I tell them I don't want to go in yet. Then they chase me down a long hallway lit only with dim candles. Suddenly I'm yanked into a room off the hallway behind a red curtain. I can't see who's in there, but I stop fighting them when I see horns on their head. The figure offers me two ancient, rusted, six shooters and I take them. I duck out of the curtained room and see everyone going into the theatre. I wait and then sneak up to the balcony where I have a better view. The lights go down and a figure comes on stage. Everyone claps and he starts pointing out people. That's when I jump and start blasting away with the pistols. The whole room goes into an uproar. I dive down to the stage, roll off of it (unhurt), and escape outside. I throw the guns into a garbage can and walk quickly away from the kitchen entrance. I light a cigarette, and feel a hand on my arm. It's furry and belongs to the figure in the curtained room who gave me the guns. He's still in the shadows so I can't see him too well. I tell him that I didn't do what they wanted me to do during the performance. I didn't play the role they wanted me to. He responds "Yes, you did." Then the dream is over.

RSIII

Rat Maze

Dear Peregrin,

It was a long hallway. White (no colour whatsoever) walls, tanish tiles (assuming this colour even has a name......) can't remember the ceiling at all (was there one?) all along the walls were these metal (aluminium....the kind you find in aluminium bars) door-like slabs. They would open like the bed in an efficiency apartment (e.g. grab handle at top, pull open towards floor) there was no handle, in fact, there were no hinges either. Or even a point in space that separated the door from the wall. it was just there. they would open by themselves...in seemingly random intervals. and if you happened to be near a door when it opened and went through....I don't remember what you would find but if you tried to back through the same door, you would find yourself in something other than the original hallway. there were lots of people. None of which I recognized save Zel(my best friend) who was there, "Exploring" with me. She didn't say anything, or do anything, or even show any sign of action...but she was there. almost as if I was in a rat maze, and whoever it was, was projecting her image to keep me sane. but the entire......building doesn't fit. perhaps complex? no.....place. The entire place had the feel of someplace that was used to butcher animals for food. I could hear the other people talking, a mumbling sound of sorts...but no other sounds. not even my own breath. There was also another girl there. She wasn't as prevalent in the dream as Z-, and I consciously didn't recognize her...but she had a uniqueness. she wore colours that the other people didn't. (Z- wore her usual black, and I don't know what I wore...but everyone else wore a pure white T-shirt definable from the walls by texture only, and slacks that had the same effect with the colour of the floor) I can't quite remember what this girl wore...just that it was diffrent. I can't remember much about her, except that she looked Caucasian, but had features more often seen in Asians, brown hair cropped short, almost like a bowl cut. she seemed playful, almost as if she were enjoying my predicament...but not as though she had caused it. It also didn't seem as though she enjoyed me being lost in a endless and unsolvable maze, more like she enjoyed watching me struggle with a problem when the answer was painfully obvious.

Damien