This one was kinda odd. But overall left me with a good feeling. An unfinished feeling... cannot wait to see what develops.
Dream Jan 29-31 2001
In this dream, I was off seeking my the part of Coyote that is external to me. I was wandering far and wide, and I came to a kinda seedy neighborhood, but one which looked familiar.
I was thirsty, so I stopped to get a drink at a place that was sort of like a small indoor flea market, with a snack bar. I kept having the feeling that I'd been there before. In one far corner, I noticed a set of double doors, and I realized that I'd been in this place many years before, as a child, while on a trip with my mother. I knew that at that time, there was a huge comic book shop beyond the doors.
I decided to take a little bit of time off my quest and see if the comic shop was still there... but when I went to where the doors were a moment before, they'd vanished... there was just blank wall. I knew this was odd... and I knew that I was on a weird spirit quest where normal rules did nto necessarily apply, so I closed my eyes, and deliberately knew that when I opened them, the door would be there. I opened my eyes, and there was a small door there leading into the next area. I went through, and recognized the comic shop from the past.
My first reaction was to say, aloud "Cool!", but then I quickly realized that there were no comics on the shelves... there were just empty shelves, the spaces between which were occupied by a bunch of people doing street drugs. I was kind of horrified, and decided to leave, I felt kind of distressed that the place I remembered fondly form my childhood was now just an empty crack den.
Then I noticed the child. He looked like he was about 10 or 12, just a skinny little black kid, and I realized someone had just given him a bunch of pills, as a "free sample" or something. So I grabbed the kid away from the dealers, and dragged him into the public bathroom. I told him "No, you cannot do this to yourself", and he responded something to the effect that he'd already swallowed the pills and it was too late. I told him that it was not too late, and to throw them up into the toilet, which he did. He just heaved and heaved, and all this nasty bile came up. He was really sick, and got vomit on himself. I told him not to worry, I'd help him get cleaned up and get him someplace safe.
I hadn't looked around the bathroom though... it was a huge public restroom, like the kind in truck stops, that even have showers... but _everything_ was covered with vomit and filth from all the people that were using the place as a drug hangout. Everything was splattered with that sickly yellowish, bilious vomit that people get when they use a lot of bad crap and don't eat. There was no way to get the kid clean there, it was all filthy and contaminated, so I told him not to worry, we'd find someplace else.
So, I went out, carrying him under my arm. As I walked down the street, the area somehow transformed.. I was no longer in the inner city... I was in a semirural area. Everything still looked kind of poor... but wholesome somehow. At some point, the kid stopped being a little human boy, and became a big housecat. There were some hippy types around (the friendly "peace" types, as opposed to the unwashed "dropout" types). Some of the buildings were reworked trailers, campers or even tents. I went up to one trailer that seemed to kind of be at the end of the line, intending to ask if I could borrow their bathroom to get the kid cleaned up.
Under a tree, I noticed a figure sitting, with his back to me. I realized at a glance, that it was the part of me, the part of Coyote that I started out looking for. The cat/kid, when I looked down, had somehow miraculously gotten clean. Not wanting to miss out on catching up with myself (erk!) I put the cat down, assuming that he could fend for himself and would be okay there.
I rushed over to Coyote, and grabbed him/me around the waist from behind. I was just elated at finding him/myself, and started scritching him.
And then I woke up.