I was in a theater watching a movie. It was about a man who was leading the middle class life of sin (mistress, drinking, etc.). He decides to turn to God for guidance and begins attending church. The church looks remarkably like a school auditorium. Every bit of space has graffiti on it. Even the small metal legs of folding chairs have tiny words scratched onto them. Throughout, all O's are written as triangles. As the man sits through the sermons, he reads the writing.
He becomes more conservative in his efforts to be Good, wearing beige suits is one way this is manifest. Towards the end, when he is on the brink of fully embracing God, we see him suddenly glance around quickly, taking in all the words. It is his view, zooming in on tiny scribbles and away to something on a wall, etc. Much of it is in this vein; "I am so tired...God is old...God is tired..." The speed and intensity of his rabid scrutinization seems climatic, as if he has achieved some sort of revelation.
We are on the Bay Bridge, except there is only one level and no cars; everyone is walking. We are sitting in the sunlight and discussing the movie. Ming is reclining near David, and I am facing you. Ming described what she thought the conclusion meant. When she was done, I said that I had gotten a much different impression and began to tell you. She interrupted and began arguing by restating her opinion. I yelled, "Ming, SHUTTUP!" She rolled over onto her stomach, under Dave's arm. I continued talking to you, but she soon sat up and began butting in again (her usual style).
A very large anthropologist with frizzy, mousy hair down to his shoulders, large glasses, and a safari hat appeared over the horizon of hills. He was so big he dwarfed the entire downtown of sky scrapers. There was a very large, black golden retriever loping ahead of him. No one was in the least alarmed or even interested.
Suddenly, the bridge began to shake and sway like a rope. I saw that the anthropologist had a very large janitor's broom, with which he was sweeping the houses off the shoreline. The dog was closer, snuffing around. People on the bridge were freaking out, and as we were clinging to the railing, a hysterical woman near me kept screaming, "I don't understand why there has to be a dog!"
The bridge stopped whipping around and began to sink. It was made of a very insubstantial stuff, much like tarp painted to look like asphalt with yellow lines. We were on the water and it was beginning to puddle up on the bridge. Ming had turned into Amy and she and Dave were behind us somewhere. I looked off to the side and saw that there was a bit of moss surfacing here and there, signaling some ground under the water. A few people were stepping off the bridge, but most were just milling around in confusion. You said, "Let's jump!" We jumped off and ran past everyone until we reached land. It was very muddy and slippery, and we had to limbo under a rope on a hill, with a very muddy, hairy dog on a leash that wanted to jump and lick. I said, "get that dog away from me!" When I realized it was there so you could grab it and help haul yourself up, I felt bad and patted its behind.
Then we went to "campus". It was very arid, almost desert like. The buildings were tall, but adobe. They had cut rectangles for windows and doorways, but no window panes or doors. We were going to go to my studio but realized that David still had my keys. I glimpsed a long hair with a guitar walk into one of the buildings and went in, saying, "David?" It was the little blonde brother from the previous dream. He was dancing naked with his arms out saying, "I'm not David!"
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