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oceantheorem) wrote2006-05-29 04:00 pm
oceantheorem) wrote2006-05-29 04:00 pm
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I dreamt again last night. Three nights in a row now I've had interesting nightmares.
I had just gotten to the East Coast, and was visiting New York for the first time. I've always wanted to go to New York City; it's always seemed like a fascinating place. I was wandering around with a man, a woman, and their small daughter. The city looked astonishingly like San Francisco, except a lot bigger. And by bigger, I mean, everything was physically larger. The roads were wider, the doors were taller, the buildings were ginormous. We wandered through the parts of the city that had trees planted along the sides, and things were going okay. For some reason, the woman and I had to go run and get something else, and as we ran down the street, the trees disappeared, and when they did, rain came down like a wave, and within seconds we were soaked. We rushed back to where the man and the child were, sitting at an outdoor table at a restaurant, with drinks ordered for us. I picked up my glass of water to take a drink and found a fly in it. I set the drink down so I could fish out the bug, and as I did so the man got very angry with me, and told me that if I stopped to fish out every bug that landed in my drink, I would never drink at all. And indeed, suddenly there were other flies in the water glass, and as soon as I scooped one out, another would appear. The man held me and forced me to drink from the glass while bugs were still landing in it.
Some time later, the four of us wandered down the street, in the opposite direction that we had run and gotten drenched in, and found ourselves approaching the sea. I thought to myself as we rounded a corner and started walking up another street, "The water looks so much the same as it does on the west coast!" As soon as I finished the thought, the water began to flow away from the shore instead of towards it, since water on the west coast breaks towards the east; apparently my mind was trying to make this water break towards the east too. The physics of the whole thing somehow backfired, though, because after the water rushed away, it came back, and though we were walking along a safe city street, the tidal wave that dropped down behind us managed to not be on the beach and somehow flood the street, and suddenly we were running away from torrential amounts of water, hiding behind stone columns on the left (and here is the strange part, because as far as illustrating goes, we were on the left, but in my dream we were screaming to move to the right, and the left was the right, so apparently even in my dreams I still have problems telling them apart) side of the street, screaming. We finally reached the end of the street and the water ran out of power. A stone wall appeared in front of us, covered in ivy, with a stone archway we couldn't see through. The little girl stepped through the archway and sunshine broke through where she had pushed the ivy aside. It was that kind of golden, dreamy, ethereal light, and then she started laughing in that sort of ethereal, dreamy, golden child kind of way. The man and woman and I looked at each other and smiled and then stepped through after the girl. And everything was wonderful.
I do not understand my subconscious.
I had just gotten to the East Coast, and was visiting New York for the first time. I've always wanted to go to New York City; it's always seemed like a fascinating place. I was wandering around with a man, a woman, and their small daughter. The city looked astonishingly like San Francisco, except a lot bigger. And by bigger, I mean, everything was physically larger. The roads were wider, the doors were taller, the buildings were ginormous. We wandered through the parts of the city that had trees planted along the sides, and things were going okay. For some reason, the woman and I had to go run and get something else, and as we ran down the street, the trees disappeared, and when they did, rain came down like a wave, and within seconds we were soaked. We rushed back to where the man and the child were, sitting at an outdoor table at a restaurant, with drinks ordered for us. I picked up my glass of water to take a drink and found a fly in it. I set the drink down so I could fish out the bug, and as I did so the man got very angry with me, and told me that if I stopped to fish out every bug that landed in my drink, I would never drink at all. And indeed, suddenly there were other flies in the water glass, and as soon as I scooped one out, another would appear. The man held me and forced me to drink from the glass while bugs were still landing in it.
Some time later, the four of us wandered down the street, in the opposite direction that we had run and gotten drenched in, and found ourselves approaching the sea. I thought to myself as we rounded a corner and started walking up another street, "The water looks so much the same as it does on the west coast!" As soon as I finished the thought, the water began to flow away from the shore instead of towards it, since water on the west coast breaks towards the east; apparently my mind was trying to make this water break towards the east too. The physics of the whole thing somehow backfired, though, because after the water rushed away, it came back, and though we were walking along a safe city street, the tidal wave that dropped down behind us managed to not be on the beach and somehow flood the street, and suddenly we were running away from torrential amounts of water, hiding behind stone columns on the left (and here is the strange part, because as far as illustrating goes, we were on the left, but in my dream we were screaming to move to the right, and the left was the right, so apparently even in my dreams I still have problems telling them apart) side of the street, screaming. We finally reached the end of the street and the water ran out of power. A stone wall appeared in front of us, covered in ivy, with a stone archway we couldn't see through. The little girl stepped through the archway and sunshine broke through where she had pushed the ivy aside. It was that kind of golden, dreamy, ethereal light, and then she started laughing in that sort of ethereal, dreamy, golden child kind of way. The man and woman and I looked at each other and smiled and then stepped through after the girl. And everything was wonderful.
I do not understand my subconscious.