in dreams

i rarely remember dreams. but last night, i had a doozy - and it was a single, coherent narrative. and it involved:

*an ultralight plane
* a yellow surfer's jeep
* my friend gawee
* HRH duchess sarah of york, aka "sarah ferguson"
* the iraqi republican guard
* a kahinat (female priest) protecting said synagogue (played by lorena gale, who plays a similar role as priest elosha on battlestar galactica)
* three angry rhinos
* angkor wat, only jewish
* a mizrahi crypto-synagogue hidden in the jewish angkor wat

here's the plot: the princess, gawee, some blonde bimbo and her 'ensign redshirt' boyfriend and i fly out to go camping. above the swamp in israel (!), we ran into a large, white ruin - kind of like a white marble angkor wat, a city of marble.

we land on the water and climb up to one temple-peak.

there the kahinat shows up - she was acting like some random auntie, offers us a room. we took it and went to napping.

then the iraqi republican guard showed up. they saw our plane.

we realise we accidentally strayed into iraq. (!) we also now realise we are, in fact, very fucked.

so the kahinat is playing auntie again and only one guard snoops around. he comes into our room, from which window we've been watching in horror, and starts yelling at us and waving his weapon. he asks for papers, and we're in trouble, because we're all mizrahiot, except for gawee (who is ashkenazi) and ensign redshirt, who is not a jew.

at this moment, three angry rhinos come leaping like playing whales out of the forest and smush the guards - and our plane - all to hell. during the ensuing chaos, the guard in our room is distracted (undestandably) and someone - i think HRH duchess sarah - cold-cocks him. i grab his gun and start shooting the unlucky bitches what are trying to avoid angry rhino squishing and have no idea anyone is here but some crazy old lady.

the rhinos run off and we decide we better scoot afore the cavalry comes. we bolt - i forget my medication, which makes me very anxious, but there's no time - and mount the jeep. i'm driving, and the stupid hippie girl tells me which direction to go. i'm distracted by off-terrain driving and she can tell, magically, which direction West is. you know, it's sunrise, so we go the other way, but i'm too rattled from killing people and random rhino attacks and sudden realisations we're in iraq to figure this out.

we get back, and find a phone. everyone thinks the duchess died in a plane crash.

later, i go back to the ruins, and it's a living city again, full of people. there are people heading into the place where the auntie lived (which we didn't see), and so i go in - and it's a synagogue. in fact, it's a mizrahi synagogue, and all the cantors, leadership and everything are women. i stay for the singing.

now that was a long, unusually linear and weird dream.

i'm just glad it wasn't like the movie i watched last night before going to bed - naked lunch. yeep!