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...

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.

floating

Fragments from a long and complex dream.   I am moving around by just pivoting my feet, not moving my legs back and forth, sort of like moving across a swimming pool where you can just barely touch the bottom.  A grey barn through the trees.  Driving up a muddy track - a short cut between to rural streets.  I am with Chris R.

Gas Line

They are giving away a free tank of gas at a Mobil station as part of some fast food promotion.   There is a long line of cars waiting their turn.  The line stretches downhill and then doubles back up to the gas station.  ML and I are hurrying to get in line, but we are not in a car.  Some woman driving a white  sedan tries to nudge her way in front of us.  She pretends not to see us and drives right into me.  As we go down the hill which is icy, we have on skates and little sprays of ice shaving shoot up when we turn our feet sideways to slow or stop.  This whole dream is very familiar feeling.  I think I have dreamt the same scenario of the free gas and the line before, although the details of the woman in the white car and the skates are new this time...

Mother's date

I am in the kitchen with a man who wants to date or possibly to marry my mother.   My mother in this dream is not my waking mother, and although she is not present I know she is an attractive, dark haired thirty something woman.  I am just myself - of no particular age but not a child.  The man is trying to ingratiate himself with me, but he doesn't seem to realize that I have a visceral dislike of him which he is never going to overcome.  Meanwhile, I am making coffee.  Oddly enough, the coffee maker is recessed into the low white ceiling like a recessed light fixture.  Only the bottom of the glass coffee carafe is visible, filling with dark brown liquid...

Moving

I am driving by my parents vacant house, when my way is blocked by three big moving vans maneuvering into its driveway.  They are bright red with gold lettering and trim.  I guess that someone is moving it, but then I remember that, although the house is under contract, we haven't closed with the buyers yet, and I get angry at the nerve of the buyers - moving in already.  Then I think the vans might be there to clean out the old stuff from the house that no one wanted...

Wright Brothers

Just a few fragments remembered from the last couple of nights, the longest of which was:

The pioneers of flight come for a visit.  I am not sure they are the Wright brothers but I'll call them that although their flimsy caricature of a plane is nothing like the Wright flier.  They enlist my help on leaving - they get a running start with their plane and as they go past I am to slap a contact with a large electrical cable to start their engine.  I do so, but the engine doesn't start, and they have to return.  On this return or perhaps a little later they crash and burn, killing both men and one of their wives, destroying the plane and burning up $700,000 in cash.  Or perhaps it is all a hoax.

I am helping my father move some long heavy pieces of varnished plywood around some awkward corners and into an attic...  Stainless steel swage terminals coated in viscous golden liquid epoxy  - very like honey, dripping messily...  Maneuvering a boat between two floats and castigating some people who are standing in the way...   Driving down a hill past several pairs of people playing tennis in a rough gravel parking lot...  A bay shore under a brilliant full moon, with small groups of people strolling, going out in boats, quietly enjoying the magic beauty of a summer night...

Hawkers

I am at a big party.  The party is ancillary to some bigger event, perhaps a football game.  It has been infiltrated by a group of people who are selling some kind of product I know to be bogus or useless.  I keep confronting these individuals, but they ignore me and go on trying to persuade other people to buy their stuff.  Finally, I get into a big argument with their leader.  We are in the center of the room, and everyone stops to listen to our debate.  I manage to get this guy to admit that  he doesn't even know the ingredients of his products.

I feel vindicated and start to leave.  The parking lot is crowded.  I find my car, which is a cream colored old Beetle cabriolet with a white top with lots of crome and added driving lights, actually has a large SUV or pickup parked somewhat astride the passenger side.  I remember that I also have a van there.  I am trying to decide whether it would be practical to tow the Beetle behind the van so that I won't have to come back later...