Morning of March 5, 2007. Monday.

This entry has been painstakingly edited back to its original form, date, and full personal detail. The original title was "The Safe House (TV Show?)".

The first part of my dream relates to some sort of fictional so-called reality show (apparently similar to "Big Brother" which I have never watched) called "The Safe House" - where random arguments are filmed on the streets. The concept involves giving people an opportunity to be "safe" by coming to the house to get away from any sort of trouble. There is one scene (on a television screen) where random things go flying across the camera's view, including an empty baby stroller - and there is an extraordinarily loud level of screaming and pots and pans rattling and flying across the camera view along with other objects, almost like a cartoon-like cacophony. It is all the result of a young Jamaican woman (she has about three children) having a fight with her American husband near a busy street. Apparently, he keeps doing the opposite of what she wants (when she has to go shopping and such) going in a different direction and so on. I mostly only hear the fight and not actually see much, other than the objects being thrown into the street followed by lots of clattering noises. I keep thinking that one of them will probably come to the safe house (where I seem to be), but this does not occur.

There is a later point near dusk when an Archie Bunker lookalike yells out the window and someone yells back at him.

There is then a gangster looking for someone and he wants to check the safe house, seemingly with the likelihood that the other person or persons will be shot or captured. They do not find anyone, though. (Actually, it seems that they just walk around outside without coming in.)

Other events unfold; nothing significant. I decide to check up on the people who have come into my "safe house" and find no one (though I believe my family is home).

Later, it is nighttime and the "reality show" is seemingly over (or in a different "mode"). I go to my front porch and notice two males seemingly about to visit us. They are standing near the steps but had not yet come to the front door. They appear to be hesitant about the nature of our house as if it does not meet with their approval. I am semi-lucid but not sure how to react. I wait for something to happen for the most part. I notice a few shooting stars in the distance. I am aware that parts of the rain gutter are a bit rusty, with a couple pieces even flaking off. It mostly appears to be the house from Stadcor Street, though with features from more recent places we have lived.

A somewhat wealthy-looking effeminate male (about thirty) and another man (who is a bit taller and on his right) are standing outside near the front windows. The taller man seems hesitant to come in even though he seems to really want to get away from his partner. It seems that he cannot meet or openly talk to anyone else because of this man because of some "automatic criticism" he implements all the time. He wants to get rid of him so that he can go to some sort of party on his own.

I ask a few questions (cannot remember exactly what they were) and the shorter male seems to get more annoyed with each question, although I try rewording them. I do not like his snobby attitude, but I do not want to annoy him either (something to do with the ratings of the show). They remind me somewhat of the landlords we had in Brisbane who were in a relationship and were also counselors for male couples in the region but one signed away the house behind the other's back. We were told we would have to move, so we packed up, then unpacked later when the other claimed the house had not been sold, but then had to pack up again when we found out it had been sold, so they were not honest with each other about the property.

He starts complaining about hurting his feet because the front stairs have some sort of hard metal supporting them below the bottom step. He looks at me as if he is very annoyed with my general appearance (especially my hair) as well as the house (yet also seems to be commenting on the state of the roof of our house) and in an insulting snobbish manner (yet with a dramatic pause), says "You have fondue rust." The other male says nothing. (For some reason, I have an in-dream faux memory of "fondue" being spelled as "fondage".)

I can understand "rust" relating to the Echo and the Bunnymen song (which I listened to quite often during this time - it even has a line about the shooting stars), but the phrase itself seems enigmatic. Perhaps he is commenting also on the portable stove on the porch (which is also a bit old and rusty in my dream), which is unsuitable for a get-together or community party. However, it actually seems that this "fondue rust" is a bit of rust on the safe house (on the roof and outside walls) which sticks to people more than regular rust and is hard to get off. He says this to me with strong disbelief - that he cannot understand why anyone would be in a house that has this problem. It still also seems to mean dandruff at one level.

I start making a joke out of some other things he says with an "I cannot believe you are serious" attitude, saying that this is too ridiculous to be of much use to my life, and that it sounds like some sort of bad comedy script, and I start laughing, and at that moment, I hear the laughter of a large number of people who had apparently been standing around watching the "show" (who just seemed to appear out of nowhere when I made the statement). It seemed rather intense, eerie, and yet nice, to hear myself laugh, then all of a sudden, the laughter of many others immediately manifesting. I grow more and more lucid, but there is an unusual sense of time slowing down.

As I wake up, I hear part of the theme song of the show, which sounds like a sort of chorus-like yodel (with an almost dwarfish vocal sound), with the melody as follows (assuming C starts as 1 and continues on the white keys):

2, 2, 2, 7, 6...1, 1, 1, 6, 5

The 2nd note in each phrase is slightly faster, giving it a bouncy feel, and the last note in each phrase slightly longer. (I may update this with sheet music format later.)

Song link: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/echothebunnymen/rust.html