I was part of a band that was going to be traveling north for the winter. We were doing some sort of press conference arranged by our label and for some reason, ours was really quick compared to the other bands on the label. When we left the studio, I was walking with another guy from the band who was either a partner or my brother or something. We were moving along thru a park-like setting and this song popped into my head. It was very operatic and I started singing it in a very high falsetto as we move along with some of our gear on these skateboard/segue type of transportation devices. There were a number of people in the park, and I’m sure it sounded a little strange that I was singing this, but in my dream, my voice was really interesting like I was singing in a large reverberant hall. I did wake up with the melody in my head and recorded it.
I was moving along the city on a little scooter, dodging thru traffic. I felt like I was in Paris. I even avoided an accident. I was wearing my blue Jansport backpack. I arrived at my destination and obtained a parking space in an alley below the cafe where I was headed. I leaned the scooter up against a wall and laid my backpack down. Another guy came up right behind me and I could tell he was a little miffed that I got the parking space just before him. He still parked his scooter there and locked it up. I left my stuff there and went up to the cafe tho I don’t recall why I wanted to be there. When I went back down to check my stuff, my scooter and backpack were gone. I tried checking with people around there to see where it all went, but I couldn’t find anyone that knew anything.
I was wearing sandals and shorts. It seemed to be a summery day. I was following the trying to catch up to Mel who was walking home from somewhere. I was trotting along and I recall jumping over a couple of sprinklers that were aimed over the sidewalk. When I jumped, I was able to jump really high as if I had jumped from a trampoline. I made it up to a shopping center and cut thru it where I could see Mel at the other end. I finally caught up to him and he explained to me that he had to be back in 20 minutes. I asked him why he didn’t call the taxi driver that I had suggested to him. I knew this older black man who had his own taxi service that he ran out of his house. He also had a private trash pickup service. Mel said that it bothered him that the guy drove both a taxi and a trash truck, ‘cos he didn’t know if he could trust that he’d make the appointment to have the taxi pick him up when he needed it because of the trash truck. I didn’t understand this logic.
Players: Me, brother guy, scooter guy, Mel, taxi driver
Events: Press conference, leaving studio, singing while traveling, dodging traffic, leaving scooter and backpack, returning and finding them missing, trotting down sidewalk, catching up to Mel
Thoughts: Mel’s logic does sometimes seem confusing to me. I did have two scooter like transportation devices in dreams so moving forward has to be a theme, but something maybe robbing my energy to move forward, possibly Mel’s logic? Moving north for the winter is generally not what people do. That must be doing something counter to popularity.
