dreams

race officer

I am the race officer for a couple of one design fleets, bu t on this second day of racing, my stake boats have not appeared.  I wonder how I am going to run a race for the gathered group.  Later I a trying to manuever a large powerboat, but the water has become snow.

Rising Tide

A small group of us were climbing big big rocks to keep ahead of the rising tide.  We were heading to the northwest, away from the ocean.  To our right was a high promontory with a lighthouse atop it, but the promontory was too steep to tackle directly.  I was worried for us all, but particularly for ML, who was pregnant in the dream, and was lagging.  I was afraid we would get caught on a local high spot, but below the eventual high tide mark, which was still scores of feet higher than we were.  Somehow, I knew we would get to see Bruce Schwab's new house when we got far enough up.

bus and shotgun

Last night was a night of many elaborate dreams.  The full moon?  I only remember two vignettes -

First, I was a passenger on a huge bus, more like a cruise liner than a bus.  It was metal flake gold and we were backing out of our loading space, but...  there was another identical gold bus that was parallel parked behind and to the left of us.   But I could see from my window on the lowest level that the parked bus had its nose sticking out into our path.   As I could see we would, we backed into it, aborting our departure.

Later... I was at a large gathering and I took it over, wielding a big black shotgun.  I fired some shots into the air, to get everyone's attention.  I didn't really have an agenda, I had to make one up once I got everyone's attention (my real objective, I think...).   I told everyone that they must start talking to people at the gathering that they would not otherwise have talked to.  I picked out one woman, and asked her who she would not have talked to.  She indicated a man I somehow knew was a lawyer although he was casually dress in a red figured shirt.  I beckoned him over and introduced her to him as Ellen DeGeneres, although she was not Ellen DeGeneres.  He brought over his friend, who he introduced as Kevin....

Laser Sailing

Last night I had a long dream about sailing my Laser in the Monhegan Island race, an offshpore, overnight race.  Most of the dream was taken up with preparation.  I had to find a place to park the black VW beetle (original) that was my ride. 

I had to repair a couple of tears in the sail near the tack.  I found some sail repair tape at the store at Handy Boat, which was almost entirely stocked with medical supplies.  The shelves were so close together and so fully stocked that I found it impossible to walk through the aisles without knockin things off shelves.  They first told me the little bits of tape they gave me were $99.95, but when I questioned that they changed the price to $9.95.

I also decided I should take some food and drink, but time was growing short so I decided to take a couple of bottles of water from a vending machine on the grass verge near the waterfront. 

Finally, we were sailing.  There was another person sailing a Laser, but I was confident I could beat him.  We were sailing a short version of the course - out Hussey Sound and then to Freeport.  Somehow I wound up travelling through snow covered woods and fields near Freeport...

Sailloft

Several business problems.  First, two of my employees (who are actually each married to other partners) were going together and broke up, so neither of them is showing up for work. 

Then I am thinking of expanding back into this large space behind where we have been working.  It's on the second or third floor, and has a concrete floor, but it is cavernous with hugely high ceilings.  I am thinking of constructing a wood deck above the concrete for a sailmaking floor.  But I notice that someone has moved in some table saws and other wood working machinery.   

Some men in blue coveralls with their first names embroidered on the breast are working on them.  I ask them what's going on.  We're making the signs, they say.  I suddenly realize that, although we've been working on this floor, our lease is really for the ground floor.  The man who I have thought of as our landlord turns out not to be.  They're serious, he says, you'll have to move.  I am distraught... this is a disaster.

pizza window

I was waiting to order a pizza at a take out window.  An attractive young woman was behind the window and there were crowds of people placing orders and picking up pizzas.  I waited patiently for my turn.  As the crowd thinned out, the woman behind the window continued to ignore me.  I assumed she was still busy and would get to me when she was ready.  Finally I was alone standing right at the window, but she still didn't wait on me and I didn't assert myself, but I was getting angrier and angrier at being ignored.  Finally, I erupted. She just looked at me with a slightly amused expression as if to say, 'look at this idiot in front of me.'

Flying

Two dreams last night - both vivid.

The first was a power flying dream.  Both ML and I could fly by supreme act of will.  We could go anywhere at almost any speed, almost more teleportation than flying.  We made at least two long flights to promote some products we had developed.  They had something to do with gardening and had nifty names, but I can't remember either the names or the functions.  The only problem with our flying was that it was incredibly difficult and tiring to do it - to the extent that we considered taking a commercial jet instead of making a third flight.

This dream was int erupted by our dog, who was having his usual panic attack due to heat lightning flickering outside our windows.

After falling back to sleep I had an erotic dream.  Sitting back to back with a woman I didn't know.  She reached around me and very lightly stroked my legs.  We then were dancing.  It was clear things were going in a good direction, but this dream was also int erupted by the dog - in this case kicking the radiator in a dream of his own.

I haven't been remembering dreams well lately, as witnessed by my lack of posts here, and I wonder if I would have remembered either of these if I hadn't been woken in the middle of them.

Drivers license

I am driving in a foreign country.  I pass a couple of cars at an intersection because they don't move fast enough for me when the light changes, but it turns out I do it right in front of a lady cop in a kind of cherry picker booth.  I back up and start looking for my drivers license.  The rest of the dream is what seems like hours of looking through different compartments in my wallet for my drivers license.  I shuffle through all kinds of credit cards, discount cards, business cards and membership cards of all kinds, most of which I don't recognize and have no idea why I have them, but I can't find my drivers license.

Bones

I had to hide some old decayed bones, that were evidence of some past crime.  I was not a party to the crime, but I knew I had to participate in the cover-up.  I buried them in the sandy soil of the floor of a barn.  The barn doors (there were two or three overhead type) faced up hill and it was clear that a lot of water flowed into and through the barn when it rained hard.  There were channels - stream beds - in the floor.  I avoided burying the bones in one of these, but later worried that I might have buried them too close to one of these streams and that they might be exposed during a heavy rain. 

A small group of mostly women came into the barn.  They started doing yoga or some kind of new age movement discipline that involved lying on the floor.  One woman was on a spot right where I had buried the bones.  She complained that the floor was lumpy there.  I hadn't had time to bury the bones very deeply and I was afraid she would uncover some if she tried smoothing the floor so I went and offered to lie on the spot so she would have a soft surface...

Journey

My band was supposed to be playing at some kind of memorial service in an out door setting.  We had some time to wait so I wandered off to explore the area. 
I was walking across a steep mountainside meadow.  The grass was cropped very short - brown and crumbly.  I started to go down hill to my right, but the meadow got steeper and steeper there and it looked like there might be a precipitous drop off if I continued down.   I tried to go up instead, but the grass crumbled under foot and was quite slippery.  I was beginning to get concerned when and old boxy land cruiser bumped into view and rescued me.

A group of us started walking north.  I knew we were in some European country, and I didn't speak the language.  We came to an abandoned old inn and barn on the shores of a lake set among mountains.  It was a spectacularly beautiful place.  The inn and barn were white stucco with dark wood trim.  The golden light of the place gave the stucco a warm creamy look, which was matched by creamy clouds floating above and reflected in the lake.   My first thought amazement that the place was abandoned - it was so beautiful.  I wondered hopefully whether we could take it over and fix it up and run it.

Then it turned out not to be abandoned after all.  We tried to get lunch, but they wouldn't serve us without a reservation, even though the place was empty.

We continued north for a long time, our group getting strung out along the path.  There were a couple of women ahead of me and maybe one more behind me.  We came to a little west facing seaside city.  We decided we would have to stop here to have dinner and spend the night, to let the rest of our group catch up.  I went to radio in our position to the mother ship.  It took me a minute to remember her name - "Gobbler".  The radio I was using was all telescoping antenna.  When I reached them they were flabbergasted to here we had gotten so far.  The place we had reached was called Tine Bay.

We needed to get some money.  We found what we thought was a bank - lots of signs on it and in it that said 'EIN' in blue block letters.  But I was looking to go to an ATM, which I called "going to the wall"...