Deborah Lipp

So I don’t usually do dreams on this blog, but fuck it, it’s my blog. And this was very weird.

First part, I get a t-shirt from a big fat Orthodox guy. Later, I’m giving the shirt to a different big fat Orthodox guy, and just as he’s about to leave, he asks if the shirt was ever worn during money-lending, because if it is, it’s not kosher. So I say, How am I to know? But then I remember who I got it from and I tell him and that’s that.

Later, I’m in an Orthodox neighborhood in the car with Arthur. And I realize that it’s Saturday and if I start the car, we could get beat up. So we hightail it outa there.

Part Two: Driving down the highway, come to a tunnel underpass. Not a real tunnel, just passing under another highway or something. Like on the FDR Drive when you pass under the UN Building. Which doesn’t help you non-New Yorkers, but I digress.

Tunnel looks unusually dark. I mean, it’s only about six car lengths long so it should have more light from the other end. I go in and see a dead animal blocking my way, so I quickly change lanes and as I pass it I see it’s a lioness.

A dead lioness.

And then I see that the exit for the tunnel is blocked off, and the structure is being used to cage another lioness. Presumably the one who killed the first one.

So I back out slowly, and I see that there are people milling around, apparently also trapped by the blocked off tunnel. None of them seem to have cars, just me. And I see there are two more lions or lionesses.

I get out of the car and I try to find out what’s going on, and that’s when I see the gunman.

Gradually I realize this is a hostage situation. This is some kind of crazy person with a gun who has let lions out of the zoo, and is keeping us all trapped. Some talk starts about people volunteering to go with him, be a personal hostage, in order to get information or try to stop him, and Arthur tries to volunteer because he’s hungry and he thinks it’s a way to get fed. I yell and scream at him that he doesn’t understand that the situation is serious and he could die, but of course he says he does understand. And he’s hungry.

I notice Arthur’s hair is a buzz cut with a soft, silky, long growth over the buzz, just like small Orthodox boys. Then I wake up.

And may I say I have totally weirded myself out.