nicholasThe chronology is fuzzy, didn’t catch this one early enough but it is still fresh in my mind. I was hanging out with a large belligerent, dark-skinned man. Sometimes he was black and sometimes he was Indian (Hindu specifically). We were living in some sort of multi-tiered structure. It resembled a really high-end shopping mall of sorts. There were escalators and balconies and most of the walls were steel and glass. We lived on the mezzanine in modern, harem-style luxury. We were perpetually going on shopping trips in the space and elsewhere to look for odd items. Some of my responsibilities were to vet new displays and retailers. Make sure they were doing their job and had the right kind of merchandise represented. Sometimes people would install totally inappropriate windows displays and I had to call them out.
I had this one interaction with this creepy, little person. They weren’t quite a midget or a dwarf. Just like a totally miniature human. He was clearly male but also had a disturbingly androgynous quality. To top it all off he was mentally retarded in some fashion. It was really difficult to put my finger on how or why exactly. He had long, almost hipstery, rocker hair. He had been given a small nook off of the main promenade to sell knives and other semi-violent implements. To get to his particular retail space, one had to climb a ladder into a small room. It had one enormous opening that faced out over the main shopping gallery and one could see the contents of his room from most vantage points in the mall. He had this incredibly inappropriate poster and wall-painting that depicted people getting stabbed and flayed with his knives as his main promotional material. I made an incredibly diplomatic attempt to persuade him to take down the artwork as I was sure it would not only fail to persuade people to purchase his goods but would probably offend most of our patrons. He reacted very angrily and couldn’t see how or why it was an unsuccessful campaign. In a moment of exasperation, I ripped down all the adverts and threw them down the ladder onto the floor underneath. He began stuttering and stammering angrily and brandished one of his blades to come at me. He was incredibly easy to disarm and I kicked him out of the building in a fit of anger.
For the rest of the dream, I was always aware of the threat of being stabbed in the thigh by this disgruntled midget and was extremely paranoid throughout. I went back down to the mezzanine to confer with my partner/boss, the large dark-skinned man. He was reclining on some enormous chaise lounge, absentmindedly mentioning girls I ought to devote my attention to. Extolling their various virtues and haranguing me for not taking advantage of any of them. At that point he suggested we go on some sort of extended car-ride or road trip to get our hands on some fresh tires. He told me to go into the basement to fetch some provisions for the trip. At that moment, a female friend of mine (from waking life) appeared on the scene. She was dressed for cold weather, looking very elegant and beautiful. She is one of the people in my life that I have always been deeply attracted to but never has been able to stomach her lack of existential control in life. We descended down an escalator arm in arm to go to what I presume was the garage. On the way down the escalator, I was happily nuzzling in her neck and beginning to warm to her intensely. As soon as we got to the bottom my dark friend shouted to me to come back up the stairs. At this point, I completely lost my temper and began berating him for his lack of sensitivity and total personal abandonment of all proper managerial abilities. He was beginning to get all worked up for his rebuttal when he looked above my head with surprise.
An enormous wooden block was falling towards us attached to a parachute. It landed softly at my feet and lay horizontal on the ground in front of me. It was an enormous, door-size, wooden carving of a Hindu deity in profile. It resembled Hanuman or Shiva Nataraj in a running position. My dark friend began shouting orders at us to get it upright and store it properly. I began chanting mantra under my breath and crying profusely. As my tears fell on the sculpture my tears began flowing through the various furrows of the carving. As the tears began spreading from the center everywhere channel they flowed through began turning gold. As more and more of the outlines and details of the sculpture began turning gold the deity began animating slowly. It smiled broadly and looked at me from the corner of my eye and began running in great leaps and bounds across an enormous mountainous landscape. All of the anxiety and perturbation that had been pursuing me through the dream instantly vanished as I realized that this particular deity energy was always communing with me and always psychically available.