The horse and the boat

Oddly, just prior to a career switch March 2003. 

I was on a boat. Fairly big boat, maybe the size you'd see on the Great Lakes. But not huge. The boat was changing course in the middle of the trip, so along with some other people, I had to change ships while the two boats were at sail. I stepped out onto a platform about the size of a backyard deck. The other boat had a similar platform you had to reach, but smaller. The boat I was being moved to swung out a rocking horse suspended from a cable. The idea is the person grabs the horse as it swings out at them, mounts it quickly, and hangs on as the horse boomerangs back across the open water between the two platforms where it came from to the new boat. If you don't control the horse correctly and land just right on the new boat's platform, the horse swings past and drops into the water, taking you under with it. The cable does bring you back up but you're soaked. I watched this happen to the girl before me. I was wearing a wool sweater so I was concerned about this but ultimately I was worried about failing it. I wanted to land the horse on the smaller platform and survive the ride. While I fretted, the boat that was changing course continued to move away from the boat I was supposed to go on, increasing the span of water between us. I wasn't supposed to stay on this boat. It wasn't going where I wanted. The new boat swung out the horse at me and as it approached my grasp, I woke up.

The Dome

One of my favorite wacky dreams to talk about. From March of 2005.

Think David Lynch, Quentin Tarantino, that writer... who's that writer who makes up all the ... oh, Stephen King. From the sounds I heard, and the textures of everything, in terms of magnitude of detail, it beats the flying one where I flew through the alley to a city house during the holiday season. It's been that long since I've had one like this... and oddly, I had my inhaler yesterday. It would be great if I could have some movie shorts made, and get some money out of all this asthma junk!

Scene 1, we (me and David) are at this really great pool. There are about 5 pools. One for laps, one for kids, one for group games, one for the big slide, etc. I wanted to get in the pool so bad and it was a beautiful day: warm and sunny with a big blue sky. But we couldn't swim that day because 1) I took my suit to be repaired by a group of mentally challenged or disadvantaged kids -- they have a swim shop at the pool -- and 2) because we were supposed to be volunteering for this "boys club" pool... not lifeguards but keeping an eye out for possible injuries, messy pool deck, etc. Don't know why it was a boys club. There were adults there who appeared to be members, just like at any other pool club. I sat on the edge of one pool and explained to people why I couldn't swim, for the above reasons. They thought I should just swim in my clothes. I almost fell in as I moved around on the deck. I did feel the water, and it was so warm. (no, there was no urgent need to pee)

Scene 2: our "shift" of swim watch was over at 1pm and we headed back to the car but took a different route somehow. This is going to be really hard to describe. We walked down the sidewalk and then got onto a grassy path. (Definitely took a wrong turn!) The sky overhead was light but ceased to be warm and the color was bland. The sounds of the swimmers faded away into the background and sounds became hushed and echos were dampened. The path in front of us stopped, and there was nothing, nowhere to go. The reason for this will become clear at the end of this scene. Since there was no path and only a horizon of white, we were forced to turn right and head into the woods. By now I am really wondering where the parking lot is and I'm scared because the grassy path is becoming a tall grassy path and as the trail heads upward, we go into the cover of the trees. There are grunts and murmurings around us and there is an uneasy feeling. We are not supposed to be here, and we are alone in our "kind". The tree cover overhead and around us is dense and it hides what murmurs, and dampens the sound, contains it.

The ground is soft and the air is thick. I feel enclosed. The path curves to the right and stops dead and something falls to a thud on the soft almost-mud dirt in front of us. I can feel aggression from what lives here.

Below the path is a cliff. The only place to go is down. We must go quickly, we are being followed. Directly below us is dirt but in this "bowl" is a stadium and we think that is the way out. We'll climb down and go through the locker rooms and get out of here. So we cling together and crouch carefully, grabbing for the protrudings out of the earth: the roots of trees... and use those for handles as we monkey our way toward the stadium exit. Soon the roots give way to mesh sport bags that are on shelves in the stadium. We are still above the ground, and like chimps, we grab onto the mesh and move laterally from mesh to mesh until we are low enough to drop and be at the entrance to the locker rooms.

There are men in the locker rooms, or what look like men... they are people but not like us. There are some shouts as we run because after all, we are in the men's locker and one of us doesn't belong here. We see some doors straight ahead and think that's the way outside. Push open the doors, and come to an instant stop. It is the outside, but we still have the feeling something isn't right. There is a parking lot outside the stadium but it isn't where we parked the car. We find a garbage can and I stop to eat the clementine I had in my purse. I drink what is left of my drink but there is a bug in it. So we throw this stuff into the garbage bin and people are giving us strange looks, from the clementine peel back to us. What? I'm not eating the peel. No way. The people look strange. They are somewhat deformed, or "weird looking", like Walmart shoppers.

Beyond the parking lot, the horizon is white all around and there is a strange crease, odd wave of white color at the bottom of the horizon. And beneath our feet, in between where the grass doesn't grow, is white. We go to the horizon and follow it. The murmurings return. We are walking on a ridge of white, and there are some nostrils in the floor. I swear. There is grass around, and white, but in some openings in the floor, is a set of what appears to be nostrils and the air from the nostrils is fanning the grasses that grow in it. I struggle to stay on the ridge so I don't fall into the nostrils.

The murmurings get louder, though they still sound dampened. We crawl along the horizon now. Something dawns on me. There is a seam here. The murmurings take on a drumming beat. We must work fast. "Do you have a screwdriver in your pocket?" Actually nevermind the screw that holds it in place. I can feel air coming through. I push and push the seam apart. I can feel the chattering closing in on us. We must hurry. One hand on each side of the seam, and push the rubbery plastic apart until it is stretched enough to let me out and it gets larger and then we're both out.

Scene 3: We were in the golf dome. We ended up as part of the underlife of the golf dome, probably quite tiny like the size of ants or something. The stuff in the turf that you never see. Anyway, we are now facing a parking lot where some stores are taking shape. The names aren't there but I can tell the blue and yellow sign is Best Buy. Beyond the lot is the freeway.

The sky overhead is blue, it is warm and a few white clouds float by. We are back home. Sort of. This isn't where we parked our car. We walk over to the shops lined up and there are other people, real people (well sort of) waiting there. A woman goes into a curtain... I realize it is a dressing room for trying on clothes. She looks transparent and strange, but I can't figure out why. Then she comes back out of the dressing room and she is in full color and fully human again. We realize that we are all "golf dome refugees" and while we were in there, we turned into one-dimensional cartoon characters. So this "store" set up is designed to convert us all back to humans. The two of us were thirsty so we filled our glasses and gulped down the Vernors in a contest to see who could drink the most and fastest. When we each burped, we returned to our former human selves.

Corvette Wreck

A November 2005 dream...

Amy Zajack called me on my cell phone to say she was having a good time on a vacation trip in Pakistan. And I responded that I was not having as good a week, because I drove to the mall and ended up getting in a lot of trouble.

I got to drive a borrowed Corvette, and the engine power was proving to be some trouble for smooth acceleration. So I was distracted, and it was night so I couldn't see, and I thought a wide sweeping driveway was a ramp to the mall but it ended up being a huge pedestrian stairway... so what I had done was drive the Corvette down a staircase, stopping midway on a smooth landing. I was instructed to go no further and some car people on the scene said I had caused about $900 in damage to the underside of the vehicle. And I said, "but it's borrowed..."

Man. Good thing I woke up.

My brain has been really active in sleep lately!

The Storage Room & Moat

I had another house dream. Lots of doors and cool rooms. Kinda like a labryrinth. I forgot some already, but the one I remember most is the file room. It appears that David brought some file boxes home with stuff from childhood (for real)... maybe Tom and Diane had them before. And when I was checking out the file room in our new house (the one in the dream), I was thinking "hey, David can put that stuff right here... in these empty file cabinets". It was a long narrow room, lit by recessed lighting. Walk in the room, and the whole left side was lined with file cabinets. The stone grey color. About halfway down the long room, it widened a bit and revealed other storage. There was actually a "hair thing" cabinet. A wood chest, about dresser size, with pullout drawers that had inserts with slits that would hold barrettes and other hair things.
There were other specialty cabinets. I was so excited and could hardly wait to move in. Then, there was a door at the end of the room and I went out. I was in a marble hallway with doors that lifted up and down like Soo Locks. They were wet. I was now a young girl [huh?] in this house and there was another girl there. I asked "Who are you?" and she said "I'm you're sister".
[huh?] She was an adopted sister. Looked at me kinda queerly, like girls in movies that turn bad. "Do you want to see the moat?" "okay", I said. One of the marble doors slid up and out of place to let us out. There was indeed a lot of land back there. And there was a moat. She walked right up to the waters edge as if teasing it and I backed away, thinking wow... she could slip in the water. Then she led us out over the grass, alongside the moat. Then I heard people screaming. I turned back, and water was rushing right across where the grass was, toward the moat. I ran back toward the people who were reaching out to grab me. Water pushed me closer and closer to the moat. Finally I was grabbed to safety, and we went into the marble doors that closed down as water rushed over the marble. There was some comment as to who should know when the tide was coming in. Since I was the newcomer, the other girl should have known. Don't know where she went. I went back into the file room door and I was now my adult self, thinking about how I would use this file room and how we wouldn't have clutter anymore. I showed David the file cabinets I had found.

Then I was really mad when I woke up and realized I had no file room! Those boxes David brought back are real. They are downstairs. And I really liked that accessory chest.

Another Wild Ride

Lucid Dreams

Originally from December of 2004, when I was experiencing especially odd dreams -- probably due to the asthma meds. But hold on, because of Colorado coming up, I'll be taking more asthma meds again so I could have some great new stuff to post here.

Feeling run over this morning...

Some time in the night I was dreaming and there must have been something in the sheets in my dream because I shot out of bed and by the time I reached the other side of the bed, standing in the room and cold, I realized and said aloud "Oh, what am I doing standing here, sheets are fine" and went
back to bed and then dreamed again...
Don't remember quite as exactly but it was another of those vivid, image-spanning escapades... something having to do with an old farmhouse, leaving stuff behind and escaping a killer we barricaded in a room and in the driveway of old farmhouse there were three cars and all the house
occupants were filling them up to get away. Usually 4 or 5-person cars, they each had about 10... some people had to lay across the laps of seated people, and stack, and then another person in the first car I tried was stacked from the gear shifter between the two front seats -- with feet
poking at the back window. That person was stacked OVER the others who were stacked on seated people. They said, "oh no room here" so I chased down the next car and they squeezed me in.
Cut to some other house in a town somewhere (with a vast field next to it) and it was time to get ready for prom (since when do I go to prom? I'm way past that.) except that I didn't have any of my bathroom supplies... a stack of dresses though, ones that really do exist, but Patrick kept chewing the hangers (where did HE come from?)... someone's parents were escorting me to the prom because I would have had to walk in
the rain. Getting ready, I stopped at a big window in the house and looked out at a field with a big tree waving in the wind. It was very cold and windy, but I stood there and imagined myself running and twirling across the field in my sleeveless summer sunflower dress as if cold and wind weren't a
concern! ...Then lastly, I am back in the house's bathroom getting ready for the prom I guess, and I stop to pee. The tub is really hi-tech, with buttons everywhere and nozzles and stuff. Sitting on the toilet, I try to read the labels and press the buttons to get the shower ready and water shoots out
when I press the button and it's surprising, because the instructions aren't clear. So it shoots out at me while I'm on the toilet and at one point I got it in the face and woke up and realized it was 10:30, and time to go to the bathroom. That was different. Usually when I have dreams of pee, I'm the one
peeing on everything in sight.

I took your suggestion, Deb

Hey Deb -- just wanted to let you know that I finally created my blog for dream accounts! Or were you joking? Well I did it. I was actually just on here trying to figure out how to post to a blog that relates to a vacation we're taking this summer. I'm not sure how to "contribute" to that blog. So I ended up creating a blog, figuring I'd need a username to post anything. Don't have time now to post dream stuff, but I have been having dreams... especially one disturbing one involving a mall, labyrinthian "stores", a client of mine, and a wayward elevator! I thought I was going to die! More to come...