Two dreams are riding my rails. One happened on the one time dream express last night. The other occupies idle walking time the last several days.
Beginning with the nocturnal visions, my wife and I are living somewhere unrecognized. There is a large house. I don't see much of the house but I'm intimate and familiar with it. While I don't see the outside, I have the sense it's a low, wind-swept grassy bluff near an ocean. There are other houses and a small paved road, but the houses are spread out. No house is closer than several hundred yards to another.
Within my house, a man pesters my wife and me. I'm not afraid but I'm angry. He is white and tall, with a dour expression and dark, sunken eyes, and wears a white shirt and tan pants. I want him to leave us alone but he won't. We visit with other people out on the bluffs, walking from house to house, and I'm aware that he's following and watching us. I worry about my wife. He escalates matters by threatening violence. For some reason, I don't think of calling the police but I do hire someone else to 'take care of him' for us. However, before that happens, I end up taking care of him myself. I'm not clear what impelled me to act. There was no violent struggle, and I act with a handgun from a distance of forty yards.
My aim is true, and I shoot him several times in the chest but he doesn't go down. He continues toward me. I continue firing until at last I'm shooting into the top of his head, which is bald. There is no blood but he collapses and dies. My hired gun arrives at the end and witnesses this. My wife and I end up fleeing but leaving everything behind.
We arrive at a busy new place and a new occupation. I've been assigned to security, and to investigate crimes, including murder. I'm using my real last name but one of the crimes I'm to investigate is the murder I commited. They're gathering information on the murder I committed, and I'm to help do that. Yet, no one is accusing me or interrogating me.
The methodology is odd. Each time I check into work, I go by a desk and sign out a case. The case information is updated on large cards, like index cards, but perhaps 5 by 7 inches in size. They're mainly black and red. I don't recall any white cards.
On the cards are photographs, notes, and details, but also movies that are just being received and coming into focus. The movies are of me, killing the other man, but also of other things in my life. The police are waiting for these to come into full focus. They are on the lookout for me but I am one of them. They assure me they'll catch up 'with him'. I'm not wearing a disguise and I'm using my real name but they don't recognize me, and I'm helping to investigate me.
I don't want to be found out, however. I take steps to get the evidence and lose or destroy it. This requires me to act incompetent, like I don't understand the procedures. They keep catching me in the act but mark it up to my incompetence. As the dream progresses, I wonder if they're aware of what I'm doing and are secretly trying to help me. That's where the dream stops.
While typing this up, I wondered, does the man I killed represent my employment? If so, who are 'the police'? There wasn't any sense of emotion to the dream. It seemed more like a series of logic problems. I don't feel anything when I awaken, except it occupies my thinking.
My waking dream, a works in progress, is of a small land train. It started out as a land car with sleeping accomodations, being used by a trader on another world, a sparesely populated outback world. I haven't seen much of the world or it's crew. I know that there are five people in the crew, three women and two men. They are young. The original crew was a man and a woman. They've acquired the others, partly from self-interest but mostly to help them.
The train doesn't run on tracks but has energy collectors and convertors that allows it to harvest energy from different sources. It has two driving casr with quarters for two in it, lounge, galley/breakroom, bathroom. One driving car is established at the front and the other runs backward, on the other end, in a push/pull configuration. The train has several cargo cars, a utility/supply car, and a sleeper car that can sleep eight. The sleeper car is not in use as the crew prefer sleeping in the driving cars' compartments. The cars are connected with accordian platforms that allow them to go from car to car.
Don't know where they're going or what they're doing yet. The world they live on is big, raw, and wild.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com