Dream of:19 February 1984 (2) "Munich"
I had finished my classes at Baylor Law School for the quarter and I had decided to go to Dallas to take a short vacation. When I arrived in Dallas, I realized the republican national convention was going to be held in Dallas to nominate a presidential candidate for 1984.
I began thinking about the convention, confused the Republicans with the Democrats and thought it was the Democrats who would be holding their convention in Dallas. I also began wondering if there was any possibility of the Russians bombing the convention. But I thought since the Democrats would be holding the convention, the Russians wouldn't want to bomb the Democrats.
I met my mother,my father and my sister and began discussing the matter with them. I then realized it was actually the Republicans who would be holding the convention in Dallas. I thought about the Russians again and I told my father I didn't think they would want to bomb anybody, even the Republicans. I thought the Russians might want to get rid of president Ronald Reagan, but I thought, "No they still wouldn't want to."
My mother, my sister and I then went to a rather elegant and elaborate bar. I didn't like being in the bar and I wanted to leave. They said I should wait because Debi was going to show up. I was unsure who they were talking about and I told them I didn't care. I didn't want to stay and wait for anyone named Debi to appear. But then they said they were talking about my old brunette girlfriend from the ninth grade of junior high school in 1967, Debi. Apparently Debi and her mother were going to be coming to the bar. I said, "Debi! Well in that case I will stay. "
I hadn't been expecting Debi and I thought I would like to see her again. They said she wasn't going to come until five.
The more I looked around, the more the place reminded me of Munich, Germany, and finally I became convinced that I actually was in Germany. I began thinking that Debi was coming to Germany for a vacation and I thought about what a long trip that would be for her. Since Debi's coming to Germany was still some time off in the future, I began walking around the bar by myself. I didn't drink anything alcoholic and I finally sat down by myself in a table in a corner. Not far from me was a table filled with women, one of whom had very long, brown hair. As I sat down she said, "Hi."
I looked at her and said, "Hello. Boy you have beautiful hair."
"Thank you," she replied.
My mother walked up. She was wearing a long, blue dress and looked quite young (around 30 years old); I thought the women at the table might think my mother was my date. I thought it might be better if they did think that I had a date and that I wasn't alone. I didn't think they would think the woman was my mother. But my mother didn't sit down with me.
Another girl with kinky blonde hair said hi to me.
I wanted to tell the blonde she had pretty hair, too, but I didn't want to say the same thing to her as I had said to the other girl. So I didn't say anything. The blonde wasn't quite as pretty as the brunette.
Someone else was tying to squeeze behind the table where the girls were sitting. The blonde turned to him and said, "Tu est dick."
I knew that "dick" meant "fat" in German, that "tu" meant "you" in Spanish and that "est" meant "are" in Italian. I thought about it for a minute, then looked at the blonde and asked, "What did you say?"
She didn't hear me. I smiled to myself and just sat there wondering about it. I felt like going over to her and asking her what languages she knew but I didn't.
I decided I was going to try something different. I wanted to try to move around in the bar without touching the ground, by climbing on tables, walls or whatever I could find. The wall behind me was only a partition which didn't go all the way to the ceiling. I pulled myself up on top of the partition and sat there a while.
Another wall of the same height was nearby and I grabbed onto it and balanced myself in midair. Suddenly I let go of both walls and remained suspended, floating in mid-air. The feeling of balancing myself in mid-air was exhilarating. I began thinking I could even float around the room if I wanted to. So I began flying all around the room. I was very much in control as I maneuvered about. I began floating down and floated over top of a large bar there. I saw the manager and the bartender looking at me and I could tell that they were becoming angry because I was floating. So I swooped down close to the bar and landed. When I saw a couple people who worked there coming toward me, I thought, "Well, they probably think I'm drunk." But I hadn't had anything alcoholic to drink.
I stood up and began talking with someone. I saw my mother nearby and pointed out to her that it was already past 5:30 and that Debi still wasn't there. My mother told me that Debi didn't get off work until five thirty. I responded, "You knew all this time she wouldn't be here till after five thirty. You should have told me and I wouldn't have had to have waited here all this time."
I looked at my watch and saw that it was twenty till six. Suddenly my mother said, "Well here she comes."
I looked up and saw Debi walk into the room. I didn't see Debi's mother with her. Debi was thin and looked as if she were in her early 30s. She walked up to me and put her arms around me. She embraced me, gave me a long, passionate kiss on the lips, and held me tight.
I broke away and said, "Are you alone?"
"Oh yes," she replied.
I asked, "Do you have anybody back home?"
"No," she answered.
I was ecstatic to be with her. When she held me I felt as if I wanted to spend my life with her. I held her as tightly as I could and she did the same. We just stood there holding each other. I knew she was only going to be there for the weekend but I felt that somehow we were going to end up spending our lives with each other. I knew I loved her. I became quite emotional and began crying.
Oedipus and I did have in common the importance of our mothers, as in each case our mothers seemed to have more influence over us than any other females in our lives.
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