the dreaming pool

The first thing I remember is looking out a window, out to a forested back yard.  It was dusk. There was a path at the end of the backyard as well, that I could see through intermingled trees.  I could also see that there was a wire fence, with various gapes and holes in it.  I knew that if I howled I would bring wolves, so I let out a small and single howl.  In minutes, three or four wolves showed up - and seemed to know it was me who was calling for them.  They looked for a hole in the fence, found one, and started to jump through, making their way towards me - for which I was happy.

The dream skips then and I'm my friends car, with him at the wheel.  I'm in the back seat, and 2 other folks are in the front. We are parked on what seems like a dirt road, that ends to a shabby street. On the other side is a shabby, shack of a restaurant.  We are in a corridor, between buildings, and I'm not sure why we aren't pulling forward across the street to the drive by the restaurant.  A man comes out of the restaurant with a waiter - and begins to take our order.  We are all wanting delicious deserts. I know my friend Pam is there and she orders a chocolate cheesecake with a special coffee.  I order the same with a diet coke, at which point the waiter pops up with a chalkboard and exclaims that ordering 3 diet cokes make me 47 years old (he did the math on the chalkboard). I laugh and say I'm not nearly that old, and everyone in the car laughs at the thought.

The dreams skips again- and now it's just me and my male friend in the car, waiting for our deserts. It's night - and the sky above has a blue shimmer to it - I  note this much be an unseasonal and unusual aurora beurialis - and note that I do not have my glasses on to see it properly. I reach down to the car cubby to get them, and instead find my sunglasses. I put them back, then end up getting them again.  This time I set them aside, and after some digging, find my real glasses, however by the time I find them, the shimmering sky event is almost gone.  It's at this point my friend gets impatient and decides to drive around the block.  He roars out, and I ask him what the hell he is doing, that we would miss our deserts and they would think we had left without paying. He goes around taking shortcuts, even taking the car over stairs to get back to where we were.  (I think this harkens back to watching L.A Story previously in the evening). 

We park again, only this time his tires deflate, to which he exclaims there is nothing he can do about.  We walk now across the street to the restaurant, again, this odd shanty/lean to, that when we got closer, seemed to stretch on in the back some way. I have some flashback at this time of my sister coming here, that my sister had slept with the owner.  The owner, it turns out, is a shortish, older Mexican or Greek man.  He's not terribly attractive, but he looks fit.  He puts the moves on me a bit but I back off.  He says there are rooms for everything in every theme in his restaurant.  If we want to eat in Italy we can, Greece, that's good too.  I wonder at how this could be given the size of his small place.  I ask to use the facilities - and we enter.  To the side is a concrete hall/door, which I go into. He goes as well (the owner). I'm now in a large, underground concrete structure - and I think "is this where he keeps all the rooms?".  I see a bathroom sign, follow it around a bend, and enter.  Now for some reason he comes in after me.  I go to a large stall, but fail to close the door. He goes in the stall somewhat across from me, and also does not close his door. This does not seem to bother me in the least for some reason.  I pee, I cover myself a little, and then pull up my skirt (which I just realized I was wearing).  I see that he puts on a condom before zipping up.  I know that he wants to do with me, the same thing as he did with my sister.

This is where the dream turns somewhat nightmarish.

We go back to the shack, and there is a small living area there with a couch. My two female cousins are there, sitting on an adjacent couch, sipping tea. there is a small kitchen off the living area as well.  Now for some reason I agree to kiss this man, and his kiss isn't that bad, so I decide that I will make love to him. However my cousins seem to want to stay put and watch.  I kiss him some more, kiss his chest.. but realize I cannot continue with them watching.  He decides to get up for some reason, and I tell them they must go.  They inform me they watched my sister, to which I say I don't believe them. They said they did, and it was okay, because it was all being filmed anyway.  I was in shock.. being filmed, what? They point to a pinhole camera snaking it's way through jars on a shelf behind me, pointed in my direction.  I am enraged now, and turn the camera away. I then go into the kitchen where the man is and say I'm leaving, that I had seen the camera. At first he denies it, then he tries to calm me down, then he threatens me that no one ever leaves.  I storm out the door, but not before hearing him yelling at my cousins. I then hear them screaming - and i know they are being killed.  I realize this man kills women, and that I must now run towards the road. His drive seems long now, and I see he has now mounted a ATV - with sticks that launch and gore people attached and ready to kill me.  I run, see a large sign on the side of the drive and pick it up, ready to thwart any missiles.  His is on a road that is about to intersect mine.  I know he'll beat me, I cannot beat the V.  he launches his missile and I easily dodge it. Another comes, but I thwart it to the side with the sign.  Another comes, and this time I thwart it back to him, and he takes a tumble off his ATV.  He is now groaning in pain and crawling.  I realize at this point I WILL get away, and there is nothing he can do about it.

At this point I had to wake up to pee.. a dog barked in the dream and it snapped me out.  I woke up and wrote it while the memory was still fresh (so excuse grammer and spelling errors!).