Imported Poems

I have always been accused of having interesting dreams - they are, by far, the only fascinating thing about me. So, here is one I dreamt last night. I have found my dreams are often highly symbolic and at times can be semi-psychic (I hate that word, but can't think of another term to describe it).

Don't know what this one means:

I had a strange dream last night. I can't remember it all, but I'll give you an overview. I was living downtown, in a wretched location near condemned, abandoned buildings. Behind a row of these buildings was a huge trash dump -the contents of which were primarily old cars and discarded items rather than grocery waste. It was so large it seemed (as I scanned it with a birds-eye view) to go on for miles - and endless sea of futility.

Almost the entire dream took place at night. I was renting a single room in one of these decaying industrial buildings, although I had managed to clean the place enough so the tiled floor, dresser bed, overhead florescent lights and bath looked presentable. I had just started a new night class (Drama), so I went and discovered Anthony’s former lover (we’ll call him Dick, another character from “The Beautiful and The Damned”) was my teacher. Strangely enough he (yes, it’s a he - the only “he” if Anthony has been entirely truthful with me) recognized me. As he taught his kind, blue eyes seems especially compassionate and friendly when he looked at me, and he often smiled. I remember at one time he asked a question, which nobody answered to his satisfaction, and then he called on me, and I told him what I thought, which apparently pleased him. The class ended; the bell rung and I went out, somewhat expecting him to follow me, but he didn't. I almost want to say he felt sorry for me b/c of Anthony and understood/empathized with me, but that was only my intuition.

I wandered out into the night, roaming the neon-lit streets until the wee hours of the morn. I found a little store open on the street-corner, one I apparently frequented regularly because I went in to chit-chat with the owner. There were a few homeless kids out and about, a drug dealer, etc.
I met up with a guy who I was training for some job (I haven't a clue what I did for a living but apparently it involved roaming the streets at night). I remember telling him to be careful in the lower section of town - where the college football teams played - that while it "appeared" nice to the observer (a college section of town, wasn't as run-down) that I had seen a guy with a sniper-rifle pointed at me, and if the police hadn't driven by at that exact moment, I would be dead. We parted at a spot between two decaying buildings, part of the building series that hid the endless junk yard behind it. The street that ran betwix the two had been blocked off by - you guessed it - more rusty, old, decaying cars.
There was a single door covered by an iron gate that was still usable on one of the buildings and someone had found the key (the guy I was training had a key, and used it to enter the building). Apparently, people lived back there in the junk heap. Again, I was presented with a birds-eye view, and I saw a cheap bar lit up by a single sign; a faint light glimmered from the place next to it. Here and there very dim lights pierced the darkness, but the place still seemed like death and darkness to me.
Morning was coming, and my beloved Anthony was scheduled to visit me for a few hours. The scene sort-of shifted to night again. I had asked Anthony to stay with me while he visited, but he had declined. So, I accompanied him to where he was staying, and - surprise! He had a key to the iron gate also. He was staying in the junk graveyard behind the buildings too (or so I thought). I didn't understand that because he could afford uptown accommodations - lavish ones, or he could stay with me in my very simple, plain, cheap but clean and neat single room. He entered and shut the door.

At some point, I went looking for him. I ran across the most depraved, poverty-stricken people living in the most heinous of conditions - alcoholics, drug-addicts, prostitutes, etc. One of them told me "uptown" was on the other side of the trash dump - that if I went far enough, I would find the nice, plush section of town. I wandered around forever, looking for this place and could never find it.
Then I woke up.