The Chase

I've had at least six dreams since my last recording, but was unable to remember enough of them worth writing down.

Type: dream imagery (non-lucid)

There is a girl, possibly some sort of supercriminal -- she always seems to get away. Her endless supply of lackeys makes things difficult for Tsukiyono Omi, who is at least in his mid-twenties, an investigator (and a minister, if I recall correctly). He sits down with a map. We are trying to plot her next move. She is likely to be somewhere in the streets of New York, he says, where they play a game called "towing the car."

This game, made illegal fifty years ago but still played by the elderly who are confined to their porches, involves the use of large, heavy coins for chips, which most of these elderly people seem to have in huge supply. They shout from their porches to the young lady leading the game. Her eyes dart down the street two blocks away, where a policeman has pulled over a man for an expired registration. She has five minutes, maybe eight. She keeps leading the game. It is important to these elderly; it is all that they have left of their old life.

We don't find the criminal on the streets. Yet somehow I end up imprisoned by her lackeys, in a dark interrogation room similar to the one Omikun and I were looking into clues in. There is an old car in the interrogation room with us. The girl we were looking for is cackling. Something about a race of ghosts, demons, shadows. They take a feline form. They leap to the walls and stick there in shadow form, never moving. They are the souls of the lost.

I must know one of them; a shadow leaps to the wall and sticks and I press my face to its cold surface, stroking the darkness, begging it/him/her to come back to me.

Something about... another game... something about a song. "Bye Bye Love" by the Everly Brothers. Just before I woke up, I checked my y!gallery and had no messages.

-M.