dreams

Monhegan

I have signed up to sail in the Monhegan Island race.  The boat I have agreed to go on looks like a smaller version of a Landfall 38, all in off white fiberglass.  The rest of the crew consists of men I don't know and TH [who is not a comfortable person to be around]. 

I am struggling to find the things I need for my kit - I have one duffel but another is missing.  There is a nice breeze now but I know it is going to get light and it will be a long race on an uncomfortably small, slow boat.  I look at a weather map. The map shows a low that has just gone by followed by three highs.  [The circulation of the highs and lows is backwards for the northern hemisphere although the dream takes place here in Maine, but it make perfect sense in the dream.]

I have to go to a skippers meeting cum send-off party.  I keep turning down gravel driveways where I think the party is, but a couple of times I have turned too soon and have to retrace my steps.  I finally find The right place. 

The party is in a large room like a movie theater.  Although the room is well lit, there is actually a movie showing.  My wife, who is there, gets up and greets me and starts talking to me.  I remonstrate that she is interrupting the movie, but she says this is only sort of a preview - they only have this one reel of this movie - and that the real movie starts later.

Package

I am in a strange building and I receive a package.  I have to go to room 214 to finish the receiving process some how, but I don't know how to get there.  [214 is the number of my mother's apartment, but this doesn't register in the dream.]  I get separated from my wife who has gone to look for the room.   I get in an elevator, but when I press the button and go up it doesn't stop at any floor, just at blank pale yellow walls or halfway between floors. 

I go back down and I'm directed to another place.  At some point the large package has broken open to become two smaller ones and the urgency of getting them to another place fades. 

I have to pass through an art gallery, very fancy with high ceilings, beautiful paintings on the walls and velvet ropes to keep you out of certain areas.  At the back of the gallery is a large conference room with a giant teak table with many leaves taking up most of the room. 

At the left end  of the table is a special silver chair with a high fan shaped back, like an aeron chair but higher.  Next to that spot on the table is a large flat screen monitor - plasma or something thin.  It displays a larger version of the desktop monitor in front of the silver chair, which is obviously the control center for the conference room. 

Two men I don't know come into the room.  One sits in the silver chair but doesn't seem familiar with it - doesn't know how the screen works.  The other man has a short, maybe 2 foot, piece of 3/4 inch diameter blue braided rope, which is unraveled for a few inches at one end.  It is made of some miracle fiber and we discuss what a great product is.

More Boats

Just an image: a giant catamaran as a diving platform...

Woke Up Dreaming

An Animation

A Quiet Night

One of the things I have learned from keeping this dream journal is that I dream much more than I had previously realized.  Even those nights, like last night, after which I can't hold on to my dreams, I know I have dreamed about something.  And on those nights I can hang on to a few images, I am quite sure I have dreamed much, much more than i retain long enough to scribble down.

Dead End

A couple of fragments:  I was driving a big truck with a boat in tow.  I went around a left hand turn, too tightly and was thinking that I might have scraped the boat up against something on the corner.   Then I got caught in a dead end, because someone had closed off what should have been a through street, making it into a private walkway by putting in granite posts and lamp posts that mad it too narrow to drive.  I had to try to back out, which was also very difficult.

There was also something about a school bus.  I was looking for the correct bus, either because I had to fine the correct one to take me where I needed to go, or because I had left something important on it...

Attack

[joined in progress] One of our fighter bombers is on a mission.  It sneaks in low and slow, over water, below the trees on the shore.  When it is close, it turns and climbs, accelerating.  The target is a big white airliner, sitting at the gate.  Someone sees the fighter bomber and says, 'it's going to attack'.  The captain of the airliner, who is outside on the tarmac says, 'oh, no, not attack, just cut taxes I'm sure'. 

The fighter circles and starts its approach but it isn't lined up properly and has to go around again.  All anyone can do is watch.  On the second pass it is perfectly lined up.  It launches a rocket bomb that hits the airliner just above the wing, knocking off a section of roof.

Amazingly, the bomb doesn't explode as expected.  A small brave service person hustles the bomb out of the airliner.  I am expecting it to blow at any second.  It's a large cartoonish bomb, painted red, white and blue.  I can tell it contains two large aluminum cooking pots of high explosive liquid sloshing around.

The person who is moving the bomb is really half person and half one of those little sit-on utility tractors you see in airports pulling luggage carts and buzzing around on mysterious missions.  He wrestles the bomb out onto the tarmac, not really at a safe remove, but doesn't seem to be able to move it any further.  He turns to get away from it, but is blocked by the wall of a little stone house...[dream ends]

Lisa's Dream

Lisa is a new blogger.  She shares a nice dream.

oranges

A long, complicated dream.  It involved a lot of moving around, upstairs, downstairs, ramps and ladders.  The only vivid image that remains is sitting in a meeting with two or three other people.  I am not terribly interested in whatever the topic of the meeting is, so I am tossing large navel oranges from a bag I have in my lap over the shoulder of another person, trying to get them into a waste basket just beyond.  I can't see the basket but I know just where is is and what it is - a tall red metal cylinder just like one in my home office.  I think I sink two out of three oranges.  They make a satisfying clunk.

Elephant

A slightly overweight, bearded man is confronted by a giant elephant.  The elephant is so big that all I can see is its front leg as it lifts to stomp the man.  Although I know the man is crushed, the scene shifts without my seeing it happen.  Inside the nearby building, a crowd is awaiting the arrival of this bearded man who is some kind of celebrity - a famous naturalist or documentary maker.  His guide, a Humphrey Bogart like character, comes into the building and addresses the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you the world famous traveler and raconteur [he says the name but it doesn't register]".  When he has everyone's attention he turns back, opens the door, and grabs the (undamaged) body of the bearded man which he had left leaning against the door, and lets him fall at the feet of the astonished crowd.

I somehow know that guide does this to shock the crowd into understanding that the bearded man's death is the result of hubris, that he somehow sinned against the natural order where he was working, perhaps by setting off an explosion of some kind.

This is an unusual dream for me in that I am an outside omniscient observer.  I don't identify myself with either of the characters and I know what is going to happen before it does.

The dream went on from this point, but I can't remember the rest.  Only a fragment - the guide and another person, (who might have been me) are frustrated by the bearded man's death, both beacuse it was unnecessary and because others are failing to take the lesson. They throw their green canvas hats into the river in disgust.