So I have this dream this morning where I go into a hotel room while on a trip somewhere and I turn on the boob tube while I’m getting settled in. The channel it opens up to is playing one of the Superman movies (not sure which one or if the scene I saw is actually even in a Superman movie) all I know is that they had superman tied up, weak, and Otis, Lex Luther’s dipshit assistant was tossing damp dirty gray socks at him while he was sorting out Lex’s laundry… I say to myself aloud “it must be a Superman marathon…” I go back to my things, unaffected…
Next Scene: A young woman, in her late twenties probably, blonde, along with her daughter are flying, riding on a broomstick up through the air. It feels like I’m in one of those dreams within a dream sequences… As they’re flying, they’re talking. I can hear every bit of their conversation as if I’m part of it… The daughter is asking the mother questions about her father, why he isn’t there, what did the mother do to make him go away? The mother tries to explain it calmly, in adult terms, un-defensively. The daughter doesn’t get it. They then fly past the ozone layer into outer space, and right upon reaching outer space, they can no longer fly. They fall, separately, them and the broom, but they don’t fall back into the earth’s atmosphere. They fall outside the earth, underneath it, and land into this strange white dust. All the while, it’s still as though I am with them, but not physically.
Scene 3: I am in the hotel room again. Lex Luther and his lackies are there. They’ve got me at their disposal. I can’t recall how or why. They’ve kidnapped the daughter of the woman on the broomstick, along with other children. They need me to watch them, to keep them from being found. They leave, to where I don’t know. MY pup Buke is with me. The kids are sad but they like playing with Buke. There’s also a bunch of Lex Luther’s cat’s there. They’re on the windowsills trying to stay away from Buke. Buke, of course, is more consumed by the cats than the kids…
Scene 4: I realize its thanksgiving. I’m with my family, both sides of my family are together as if they were one. We’re in what looks like another hotel room, but no one seems to notice. There are these weird little peanut butter cakes that are there for everyone to snack on prior to dinner. I eat one… or two… My dad is with me. I’m distracted and disturbed by what is going on in my room, the kidnapping of these children and how I’m forced to play a hand in it. I keep up my pretenses. I know my father would be disappointed, but although I can’t recall why or how, I know my accepting even being involved has something to do with him. The mother of the little girl comes into the room. She has no place there but she knows who I am, that I have her daughter. My Aunt Mike asks her who she is. She says she’s a friend of mine. I agree. I realize the only way she could know about me is through Lex Luther. He’s told her about me so apparently he wants us to meet. He needs us to go at something for his purposes together… We exchange stares. She’s not upset or angry with me. Through a silent understanding, we both realize we’re unfortunate comrades. My father leaves the room to get another captain and coke. She watches him leave. She looks to me and tells me; “He’s always given you anything and everything you’ve ever needed, selflessly, so when there’s something you can do for him, seldom as that is, you refuse to let him down, no matter what that means…” Without breaking my stare, I answer her simply, “Yes.” My father comes back into the room and intuits that something is off between this woman and me. He guesses I don’t really know her and that information combined with my underlying somber and distracted mood, he pulls me aside to confront me.
Scene 5: We’re on a plane. This woman is a pilot. It’s a 747. My father is with me. I’ve apparently told him what I’ve become involved in and why. He doesn’t allow me to go it alone. The plane is full of passengers, but we’re not anywhere that we can see them or have to interact with them. The plane takes off from Newark. Something’s wrong. The tower instructs the pilot, this woman to temporarily fly over the Hudson River for safety precautions… We might crash, obviously. She yells to my father and I to go check the landing latches underneath the plane. We have to crawl outside the plane, hanging on with only our hands and a tie cable, and wait to see if when she pulls up the landing gear, if they malfunction. If they do, we have to pull these latches letting them fall into the river so the plane can kick up to the next speed and we can then climb back in. My father climbs out the right hatch. I climb out the left. I’ve never seen NYC like this before… I’m fascinated. And fast as we’re going, it doesn’t feel that scary. My father reminds me to wait before pulling the latch. We wait. The landing gear malfunctions, its definitely sabotaged. My father and I exchange stares and pull the latches simultaneously. The wheels rocket out spiraling kamikaze towards the water. The hatches close. We get back inside and to the cockpit. She tells us there is something else wrong. We need to make an emergency landing at JFK.
Final Scene: We’re in the kitchen area of the airport bar. The woman is on the phone screaming at someone about the plane not being properly inspected before takeoff. The FBI comes in. They know sabotage was involved. They sense that I know more than I am saying. I could tell them about Luther, but I don’t trust whether he might have paid them off, and if it’s a trap or not. I say nothing. One agent looks beyond frustrated at me and another looks at me with a sinister eye of approval. I now know I did the right thing by saying nothing. My father is still there, silent, behind me… The woman’s daughter comes into the room and she hangs up the phone hysterically elated… The end. The larger plot was never revealed… Until maybe the next episode…
Something about that bohemian beer garden draft… so vivid the dreams every time… hmmmm, I’m thirsty ;)
