scene opens at my sister’s house and her family was living in a huge 2-3 story mansion, and they are at work the kids at school but it was nighttime very late in fact and I was involved with a chemical experiment in this room I had built for myself and maybe this scene starts outside where people are sitting around on chairs talking and gesturing and I notice an object or star moving across the sky dipping nearly across ½ the black horizon but became suddenly mute at the sight at least until I was able to digest what I had witnessed (had observed a similar phenom in the Tucson Mts a few years back) so I cannot relate this event to my friends but do recall this constant chatter and someone asking me for a drink of water from my newly installed hose I had hooked up that day the person being much more excited about that than the possible ufo (!) but I remained silent being cool or just awestruck at the thing in the sky confident my friend would eventually find his water
anyway, I again needed to relate this amazing event I had perceived in the sky, and I began asking people if they’d gaze from certain points (7:00, 2:00, etc) to certain points, wishing to test their eyesight for whatever reason before I had them look directly at the star or ufo, and then I asked these friends (all who wore glasses) to look for the object but of course I knew and it was confirmed no one saw it, so I asked the group if anyone had 20-20 vision and my friend Herb takes off his specs and remarks “I do without these!”
well, everyone then participates in this sky viewing experiment and during the trial or afterwards while everyone was engrossed in staring up into the sky I was acting quite melodramatic keeping people’s questions in suspense, till the only woman present (no face, no name, no number) announces “Bob is a number 3 man”, which I took to flavor me as a very deliberate fellow, slow and affecting, purposeful, and as all of us lived together I thought her remark had to do with this fact
somehow this outdoor scene shifts back to my sister’s house described before where I am in the lab engrossed in test tubes, beakers, and the like and for some reason I realize I need to blow up the lab though I am unsure whether I wanted to damage more than one room but I procured a jar of nitro glycerin for this purpose but thought the amount not enough, like a carload of dynamite to do the job right, then a sudden flash on the burning process of the fuse, watching it burn slowly taking forever till the phone rang (prior to this I had been warned someone would be calling to try and intimidate me with physical threats if I failed to disclose the true identity of a Dr. Schweitzer) (if that person was actually me I am not certain or who had warned me either), but I felt extremely paranoid (this call being the only really intense scary part of this dream)…well, the phone rings while the fuse is burning on and on and the voice informs me that this Dr. Schweitzer is in a lot of trouble but to “diffuse” the call I reply in an 18th century German accent that I was not “Dr. S” and quickly hung up
moments later the bomb finally goes off, and I can’t recall exactly why I did it, but after the blast I realize the nitro in fact did more damage to my sister’s house that I had anticipated and I get terribly worried because they’d be coming home soon from work and this time I really fucked up so I go from room to room checking for smoldering embers and in one room that appeared to be my nephew’s I find an ashtray full of Marlboro cigarette butts which is strange because my nephew is an excellent athlete but I didn’t find any fires but the lab is completely demolished as planned but the ceiling in the hallway above the stairs leading up to the top floor was blown out exposing a mass of wires hanging everywhere from boards and beams and I stood pondering this because I knew this would be the first thing they’d see and then there was my sister’s shadow reflecting on the wall followed by my brother-in-law’s coming up the stairs from behind and as they began to look around assessing the scene I begin to rap, explaining I was only meant to blow up the lab- only wanted to destroy my trip- didn’t want to hurt or touch anyone else’s, and I remember in my mind strategizing I needed to tell the whole truth and see what happens as I could adjust the story if needed, but their reaction was strange saying they were heading off on a trip somewhere anyway and this would help them get it together to leave
and then there’s another flash on 3 people deciding to go to Asia, a man and woman in their 40’s (like my sister and brother-in-law) and I, for the purpose of disguise would pose with this strange lady as her husband, who said to me “I’m better known than most Congressmen” which was a plus factor in this journey, which at last manifested itself in a crazy bus ride somewhere in south Jersey though the street names were St. Louis streets one being Laclede Station Rd, and it was raining, and my friend Lou (who in real life is a chemist!) was the wildhaired driver of the bus, and there were newspapers strewn all over, Tradin Times, and I felt like a fugitive because of what had previously had happened in the lab, but these papers were somehow making music or music was coming out of the newsprint sort of a classical stringed quartet and it was real nice and mellow and everyone was into it accepting this all as a matter of course, part of the trip, and then we had to make a bus transfer or maybe the route was terminated and we then pulled off the road for a pit stop the area was downtown some city in a bank parking lot, and the driver (Lou) throws the musical papers out the door into a shallow wooden box and as we proceed there’s still this classical music in the air and I remember feeling pretty forlorn since this music had become my security or sanity, but Lou’s reason for throwing it out was that it was yesterday’s papers and for some moments his train of thought became my train of thought his voice became my voice and then we suddenly pulled away in reverse and the last thing I noticed was the nighttime giving was to the first traces of daylight…
1976
Bisbee