Weird dreams last night and I am looking for a dream analysis.
I was in some strange eastern European city located in northwestern Minnesota, not far from Hallock, where I was employed to photograph the goings-on during something like a circus festival. I kept losing stuff, breaking things, spilling Italian dressing. I fell off a cliff, wrecked my bike, and ended up in a dirty, vermin-infested jail with Sammy Davis, Jr. and Takasha Shimura.
It was a pretty little city with few cars or people and broad windswept streets. The highway, however, you wanted to stay off the highway. I lost my pants there.
Usually dreams change through the night, right? I woke up a few times, reassured myself that I really didn’t wreck my bike, for example, and went back to sleep to find myself again in Stałystok, or whatever that city is called, to break and lose more stuff and generally feel bad.
What was going on?