Some strange going ons in my head these last few day!
I had a dream I was at a film festival with a girlfriend. It was a quaint little town, not unlike Park City, but smaller I think, and less crowded than Sundance or South By Southwest. We walked along the main street past storefronts of small bookstores and cafes to a theatre and inside was watching a film I supposedly made. The crowd seem to be all engrossed in it as I looked around from my seat, but as I looked at the screen, a scene was playing that I was unfamiliar with and it was from my story. It was a small jet plane towing a glider. They were heading to a runway, but the towplane was having trouble. It was in danger and it was going to crash. The glider was also in trouble as it was unable to release itself and horrifyingly, it had the towline wrapped around the right wing several times. The glider was being pulled to it's death! As I watched this, emotions welled up inside me and I knew that this scene was meant for no one else in the theatre but me. I awoke all distraught, showered, and then left to go sell plasma. As a girl was plugging me in and the hose was syphoning my blood from a vein on my right arm, I suddenly thought of the glider with the towline tangled around it's right wing! Strange, but something more sinister was brewing in my head. That night I dreamed I was at a Paul McCartney concert and he was performing with Wings. It was back in time and I knew I was back in time because Linda was also singing on stage. I looked down and I had a glass hand with a computer and time machine inside. They were singing, "Jet" and they were great! Suddenly, Paul starts gagging and begins vomiting, he tries to cover, but it's right in the middle of his vocals, and he can't stop! It's awful, he just keeps throwing up all over the stage and people in the audience, myself included become violently ill and also vomit. It becomes a chain reaction vomit! I wake up in sweat! Later in the day, I watch a documentary about one of my favorite writers, Harlan Ellison. I go to my shelf, get some of my books and there was a description of one of his events where he was writing his stories from the storefront window of a bookstore for the Today Show. In one of the sentences someone describes him as, "Throwing Up his words and talent onto the page in public!" In an article I read online about him, it talks about him being acquainted with L. Ron Hubbard before he created Scientology and it mentions the ten-volume science fiction novel series, "Mission Earth" where Hubbard created the hero, Jett and how it later inspired John Travolta, actor and jet pilot to name his late son, Jett. That morning I was in an office where there was satellite radio playing and suddenly Paul McCartney and Wings came on playing "Jet!" On a coffee table is an aviation magazine featuring a jet just like in my dream. Later, I went to the Library to pick up a few books that were on hold for me and there was a meeting going on with a group of administrators from the local college and as I passed I saw a pretty Black woman and our eyes locked for a moment and we both smiled at each other. I got my books and as I was leaving I saw her alone and I introduced myself, telling her how I had taught Radio and Television at two schools in California and had run a workshop teaching filmmaking and showed businesses and teens how to make podcasts. I asked if there might be a way I could bring my skills to their college to teach again as I really enjoyed that experience and she seemed very interested and gave me her card. On her card was her name, "Gayla" and as soon as I saw it, I remembered an old postcard I had seen in a box of ephemera of old Los Angeles. The postcard was from the 1920s and it was for a short subject movie and the image was from a dance scene in the film. The title on the card was "Gay LA" and in brackets in said, "(Los Angeles)" as the term LA was rarely used then and the "Gay" part of course didn't mean what it does now, it meant "Happy" but the amazing part was the image on the postcard was of 20s flappers and men in top hats dancing on the wing of a plane over the city! Holding her card and possibly making a strange shocked face, I said, "I love that name, Gayla. Where did your parents get that?" She smiled and said, "My mother just found it one day in a magazine." "What magazine?" She said, "Jet." JET!!! What the hell is going on?
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