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BORNEO AGAIN
So here I am in Borneo, but the suburbs, and the people here are much like American middle-class suburbanites. There's a noticeable restlessness and discontent among them, although on the surface, things appear to be calm and collected. The fact is that these people long to be with who they tell me are " The Real People" of Borneo: the bush people in their magic land.
I'm repairing a downspout for this man, in his landscaped rock garden backyard. He and his family are preparing to leave on a 200 mile trek/retreat to the wilds for a visit with his "Real People" relatives living on the lush green waterfall tropical coast, which appears before my eyes like a hologram as he describes it. Now this man's beautiful daughter is talking to me. She is wearing a green and yellow bright floral print dress. She has an apple in her mouth, a green apple, and I must sink my teeth into the apple in order for us to communicate. We are nearly kissing in this pose, both our mouths attached to this green apple, but in a miraculous way we are actually communicating in a strange language. She is expressing to me her urgent desire to be with the "Real People" and tells me how her father laments his suburban existence. I now show him where I've put the repaired downspout, behind a bush in the rock garden.
Now sitting at midnight in my car with Bob and Kaye in a deserted city park. Tasi, appearing as an apparition, walks up to the driver's side and hands me a dish towel that she's made and says "Happy Birthday". I make a nervous joke, and she vanishes. The three of us are discussing her possible age. It is very dark, very late, and now very silent. A steely gray cold fog envelops us. I am longing for the wilds of Borneo.
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Dream analysis:
Clearly, Mr. Leeper is longing to have an encounter with the serpent in the Rock Garden Of Eden, most likely in a vain attempt to encounter evil on it's own turf. However, the apple, being green in variety, shows us that he is an amateur in such matters and is doomed to failure. The lovely young Borneo daughter represents Mr. Leeper's total inability to come to grips with reality. He should obviously stick to repairing tropical downspouts and leave the beautiful women to professionals like myself. As for the dish towel in the deserted city park; no doubt the ghosts of his past were telling him to wash his hands of the whole affair. In my professional opinion, it would serve Mr. Leeper well to stay awake at all times.
(analysis courtesy of Dr. Sigmund Droid)
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