Help from Daddy - by dreambat I need to meet some friends at the park in an unknown town. We are all together earlier. One mean friend was complaining about the event needing to be more significant. We talk about some creative art projects and combining these with some psycho-spiritual work. They go off to the park and tell me to bring the car. I finish putting supplies (for art?) in the trunk and get in the car and realise I don't really know how to get to the park. I drive around looking for recognizable landmarks, but don't really see any. I stop at a suburban house to ask for directions. A man in the house is hitting his kids. I tell him I don't like seeing this. We get to talking about where I'm going. At the same time I do have these car keys that are suppose to flash the correct address. But there is a short in the mechanism, or it doesn't work properly. Finally I get a 9001 number, but no street. I ask if "Oakdale" is around here and he lights up and begins leading me through his house. I see his poor kids again, little boys who are are above average intelligence, but very uptight. They remind me of kids in school who had chronic medical problems and were over-protected. Kind of goofey, in need of adult attention and missing some strong sense of self. We go into another room and into a kitchen like area where another child, I think a little girl, is playing a violin. I think to myself that perhaps this guy is just trying to get his kids trained and educated. Then I notice all the doors have chains at about knee height. The man goes through a cellar door, I assume it is a shortcut an follow. As I begin to decend some stairs, one of the boys helps me through a narrow door with peeling paint. He seems to no want me to get paint flecks on my clothes. I go down the stairs and find myself in a little basement room that goes nowhere. I hear something like "that's it!" and the door behind me slams shut. As the lights go out I am panicking and assessing my escape. There must be another door as I saw the guy come down here.. no.. how about a window...just a thick tiny one... the lights go out as the door slams shut. notes. as you might imagine, this didn't turn out very pleasantly and woke me up. i've been thinking about the ways i act like the mean father, how I keep such tight controls over my projects(children) and how i take advantage of lost aspects of my psyche by trapping extra energy for my other projects. open to other takes. but it would require a lot of re-writing to get a good solution for the dream ego, who didn't much want to get to his friends either. - dreambat