This dream seems to be a movie. It is called The Kiss
A new subdivision. Partly built houses. Mud. Pools of muddy water.
I am in a group of people here to inspect a nearly built house. Some people in the
group are the buyers; some, like me, I think, are the builders. The other most important
people in this group are a woman, and a man.
We exit a car and go up a muddy driveway to the house. In the car I am talking to the
woman. She is, like all of us, rather drab in appearance--a good match for the rather drab
When we get to the building, she goes off with the man--who seems to be English, and
seems to be a musician. They disappear into some kind of dark underhang. I hear the
phrase "(The woman's name, which I don't know) has pretty pink panties!"
I am in the front of the building, in the road facing it. Coming down the driveway is a
falling apart car. The driver is someone I know. He smiles at me as the car is absorbed into
a muddy puddle. I say to him it--the car--should be in a concrete form; he agrees.
The houses are finished. I am in the one next to the one from before. It is some kind of
shelter. The residents are malformed in various kinds of cartoonish ways.
I decide to go out. It is cold. I am not too badly dressed; I see I am wearing a vest, but no coat. I see my breath.
The woman is seen in her house. She is now well-dressed, and made up--quite
She is out walking with a woman friend. They are both well-dressed.
I will myself into more appropriate clothes. But when we approach, we turn
around and walk away in opposite directions.
The last scene focuses on the sky. It is dark. There are large zeppelin-like objects,
and large bone-shakers--bicycles with a big front and small back wheel--with riders in
the sky. This has a dream-like, surreal quality.
I think, or hear, a voice say "We are not alone!"