Dream – January 19, 2015
Tanya and I were floating along some beautiful shores in what seemed like a ship, or maybe a submarine. We got off onto a platform – a local boat promenade – to walk around, and suddenly, the platform and the boat started sinking. We didn’t even realize how we ended up underwater. We were clinging to the platform, looking at each other through the water, shaking with fear. We decided to unhook and swim to the surface. Tanya immediately made it out, and I struggled a bit more, but I made it too.
Now, let’s take a look at what happened the next day, meaning yesterday.
Yesterday, Tanya and I went to Malibu to visit Alia, to the place where I spent New Year’s with Anya. Alia’s husband went to India (he’s Indian), and Alia was left alone with her child, so we decided to visit her. We bought food, a bottle of wine, and arrived there. We had a lovely time. Alia gave Tanya a nice haircut (she’s a hairdresser), I tuned my guitar and sang. Even the hostess came in and said she wanted to listen. I was giggling with X, threatening that I’d eat all the cherry tomatoes the hostess liked to feed him.
Anyway, we had a great time and decided to leave. We had coffee before hitting the road, but I was still tired. I hoped the drive would be quick. We got on the Pacific Coast Highway, Route 1, which runs along the ocean on the entire West Coast, and got stuck. The road was blocked. I went to see what happened.
It turned out that some idiot managed to crash his car in such a way that it was hanging a meter above the ground on a pipe, badly mangling the pipe to the point that a live spring of water started shooting out. The flow was so strong that a wall of water blocked our side of the road. The opposite side was also closed, and when we arrived, people had been there for half an hour, with no promises of when things would clear up.
We waited a bit, and then the water supply service came to figure out how to stop the water, because the police were not letting anyone pass, even though the water wall was, at worst, a meter or two wide. “No, it’s not safe.” We waited a total of about forty minutes (!!!), and I decided to turn around and take the canyon route – Mulholland Highway.
So, in the dark, tired, on the crazy serpentine roads, Tanya and I drove through that canyon, like in that dream, shaking with fear, driven into this mess by the flow of water.
We made it through, though, but it drained all my remaining energy. When we finally emerged from the canyon and onto the “home stretch,” I was barely holding on. I made it, immediately washed my face, and collapsed – I had no strength left for anything.
Dream – January 22, 2015 – I Was Shot
I accidentally saw a man coming out of a hidden door in a closet. It was obvious that he was involved in some crime because, when I left the office (it was an office), and tried to escape, he caught up with me, pretending it was nothing, just wanting to chat. I tried to turn back, but he followed me. I was really scared and returned to the office, but by then, the police had already arrived. I realized that someone had been killed, and the killer was that man.
I told him I wouldn’t say anything to anyone, but I was already thinking about how I could turn him in.
Then, unexpectedly, he pulled out a revolver (it was exactly a revolver). I started shaking my head as if saying “no, no!” But he shot me. I kept saying “no!” He shot two more times, and suddenly, I found myself on the ground, lying on my back. He said, “I’ll kill myself before Natasha tells anyone about me,” and shot himself in the mouth.
Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any pain. No fear, no blood. I didn’t feel anything. I even thought maybe he missed, although that was strange because he shot at point-blank range, just a meter or two away. I was lying on the asphalt and suddenly saw that the coat I had tied at the waist was turning bright red.
I screamed “Help!” “Help-help-help! – I am wounded! Call 911!” I saw people gathering around, and someone reached for their phones.
And only then did I feel… a loss. Like all my strength was leaving me. I closed my eyes – and opened them. I woke up.
It was such a strange feeling, because I was lying exactly like that at home, in bed – on my back, although I usually sleep on my side. I spent some time recovering, touching my stomach as if trying to convince myself that I didn’t have any wounds, although this episode, this dream, felt so real! It was very surprising that it was just a dream.
But at least this dream gave me the material to come up with an entire plot for a very interesting and complex movie.