dreams

Another late dream

Another of the many late-to-something dream.  This one a series of Laser races.  Arrive at the shore, eastern facing I think, with high hills to the west.  There is a boat club there.  A group of us coming coming down through the hills from somewhere.  I know that 'somewhere' figured in an earlier segment of the dream, but it's gone from my memory.

We find on the official bulletin board that our start is to be down the coast to the south for us little boats and the bigger boats are for some reason to head south on the road that climbs into the hills, darkly forrested, along the shore to the south.   

There's no wind at the moment - we're going to have to tow to the start area, but most everyone has left.  There's no one to tow us.  But somehow we are moving.  An old maroon Johnson Seahorse 25 outboard is wrestled onto the back of some skiff and we may be on the way, but here the dream breaks down into confusion about what boats who is sailing....

Doctor's office

A siver travel trailer, rounded in profile but square in section, missing the right had wall.  It is a doctor's off with a tiny recptionist cubicle in the center, two examining rooms, ahead and behind, and two tine rest rooms at front and back.  Empty.  Some kind of large snake with a head at either end...

Anatomy of a CD

A group of us was listening to music on a CD .  The CD was broken - the outer shell of plastic peeled away to reveal a central spine with a row of six tubes on each side.  Each tube was covered with a little copper sleeve and represented one of the cuts on the CD.  To play that cut you had to slide a flexible black plastic or rubber tube over the copper sleeve.  This all happened automatically and invisibly when the CD wasn't broken. 

Then I had to get away to a party or gathering of some kind.  A boat was leaving that would take me there, but it left before I could get there.  It was then that I realized that I didn't know where my own boat, a center console outboard, was.  I had loaned it to someone or left it somewhere, along with its trailer, but I couldn't remember where for the life of me.  Suddenly I saw my little green car in the parking lot.  Luckily I found the keys in my pocket...

Rubber Boat

We are headed out in a little Avon soft-bottom inflatable dinghy with a small outboard.  I try to angle across the bow of a small (about 150 feet), slow-moving ship, thinking that she will turn or slow enough to miss us, but apparently they don't see us and plow into us.  They aren't going fast, just a little faster than we can go, so they don't sunk or damage us, but we are stuck on their bow.

We shout and attract their attention and they slow enough for us to get unstuck.  The little ship is crowded with people, men and women, and it turns out they are all Japanese.  Fortunately, R is with us and can translate.   The ship's captain is upset.  We have dishonored him by causing him to run into us, even though there is no damage. 

I manage to mollify him by apologizing profusely (through R's translation).  We are next to a spit of land or an island with a brown beach.  There are some pressure washers there.  I select the second one to spray our boat clean.  The first one has been used by a woman in our party and may be spraying something besides water.  As I am taking up the spray gun I see a small Japanese girl who has been sleeping under the sprayers.  She is clutching a doll or a blanket.

By shouting we catch the attention of the ship just before it leaves and the girl is reunited with her people.  The good deed of finding her and getting her back to the ship has cleared the air and there is good feeling between us and those on the ship now...

Thornhurst

I am cross country skiing in a great loop through open fields.  ML is with me but she is riding a self powered sled, like a dog sled - bent wood and raw hide.   She has rescued someone.  We look at some broken piston clips, like the bronze swivel clips used on dog leashes, only larger.  I comment that it is good that she arranged for them to continue to be manufactured in Scotland - that the Scotland Company has been bought by the bigger McWare [no perceived irony in these names]. 

There is a man we don't really know who has decided to follow us on our trip.   He has left his home and gotten a job working for an oil company in Canada so he can be near us.   He drives off in a big oil truck with a teal green tank.  I am surprised it can go in the snow, but, although old, it is massively powerful with great back wheels churning ahead.

ML will go ahead with the rescued person.  I direct her to climb a small ridge just ahead and follow it up as it will lead her to a road out to the highway.  As I follow, I realize that this is a piece of land that used to belong to my mothers family.  The snow is gone and I am walking up the field from Rocky Point to the former site of Thornhurst, my mother's mother's childhood home, which burned before I was born.   

There is a new house at the top of the field, a small flat roofed house about the size of a house trailer, painted the same teal green as the oil truck, but with black trim.  Past that, at the site of my former great aunt and uncle's house, the house is gone, but a big barn remains.  I take the left-hand drive out and come across a big house that I have never seen, but that looks old and that I assume has always been there.  Beyond that, where once were fields and woods, there are now many large undistinguished, but expensive, new houses. I am in a hurry to get away from this place that is so different from the way it was in my childhood.  I run up hill to my right to get on the right-hand drive which will get me away sooner, and hop on my bicycle...

Jib reach

Two parts of the same long dream: 

First, We have moved into a new loft to build some really big sails from Cuben Fiber.  The floor is actually sand and sloped like a beach, although not too near the water, but there are huge tables on which to roll out cloth.  I guess it is someone else's loft.  Peter Conrad comes down stairs and is introduced to me.  I can see him trying to decide if we have met before.

Later, we go sailing to the start of a race.  Several of the boats have our Cuben Fiber sails.  We are waiting for the start of the second in a series of races.  I find out that they have changed the course to one that will only consist of a jib reach.  I am incensed, because I think this will favor certain boats...

tennis

I am playing tennis with a woman [who?] on very foreshortened courts.  It's indoors.  There isn't even a net, but I still have trouble getting my serve in.  I could almost reach over and drop the ball into the service court, but when I hit the ball with my racket, I miss fairly frequently.  The woman never returns the ball, so whether I win or lose depends entirely on whether I can get my serves in.  It's no sure thing...

I keep wrestling with two words, 'KANDUTCH' and 'GRAFFAM', worrying about which letters to remove to have them fit in a shorter space such as a license plate or a file name.  Should I remove just vowels.?  If so, which ones?...

An old fashioned wood-fired cook stove, black cast iron, is missing the rings from the left front burner.  Inside are a couple of slices of whole wheat bread toasting on spits...

I am striding through a room where I see a guy I know [only in the dream - I don't recognize him from waking life] having dinner.  I have heard he is leaving.  I ask him about his plans.  He is going off with such-and-such a boat...

Motel

I arrived at a motel with a group of people.  Someone spread a pocketful of change on the dresser.  I almost tripped over the giant armchair at the foot of the bed.  It wasn't mission style but had the same look - dark oak and loose cushions.  Someone in our group was trying to use the lobby phone but it didn't work.  A few of us set off to find the swimming pool.  We came to what we thought was the pool but it was no bigger then a bathtub and full of scummy water. 

We decided that couldn't be the pool so we continued around the building and came to the real pool.  There were extensive shallow wading pools lined in sand colored stone, and then behind the wading pools was the real swimming pool - a deep blue.   There was a large crowd of men standing around a couple of bars in the wading pools.  I overheard a conversation.  The men were there for a convention of some sort, but that was just an excuse to party.  During the actual conventions meetings they sat with incomprehension.  Some went to sessions in French or German and didn't understand a word that was said.  They were amused by the sham.

I came in to a conversation that included MH.  I told him that RH had been sailboat racing farther south and that, although he had been finishing in mediocre position, he was earning respect for Maine sailing because he was 'a class act'.  My motives for telling him this were complicated and nasty.  First, I was indicating to him that I had knowledge of the thinking of important people in the larger sailing world 'farther south'.  Then, I was disrespecting MH, because RH wasn't doing all that well in the bigger world, but RH regularly beat MH in Maine, and, furthermore, I was insinuating that perhaps MH wasn't necessarily a class act himself.

Over the trees I could see the tops of spinnakers moving by...   

Bass AMp

Just a fragment.  Supplied a bass amp and speakers to a band whose base amp was screwing up their sound system.  Transferred it across the sand-covered deck of a barge...

Elevator

I dreamed about a system of disks, one above the other, that acted as kind an elevator.  You could go up or down by placing markers or pieces of the same color in vertical lines on corresponding sections of each disk.  there were many people doing this at once.  I can't reproduce the logic of how this worked.  When I try now it makes no sense, but in the dream it seemed perfectly logical.  Success was being able to go up and down as you wished. Dan N was one of the people working this system.  He had found a way to game it somehow with a group of black markers that were somehow like slugs in a vending machine - they worked the same as the other markers but didn't have the same cost as real ones.  However, Dan had made a continuous vertical line of them near the centers of all the disks, and they gave him access to whatever level he wanted without being blocked by others moves.    I thought it was an unfair tactic, but I was also jealous of his success.