I guess this is what being a shut-in is all about. What an afternoon/night. I must have dreamed the epic of all dreams during that time. And it was in the most vivid colour, too. Stand aside Mr. DeMille! I Take Large Steps.
I swear I could almost smell popcorn.
The locations ranged from Florida’s Gulf Coast, New Orleans, Amsterdam, unidentifiable beaches everywhere, London, New York City (most intense), Toronto, even a desert-type landscape with oak trees instead of palms, and La Jolla. And featured just about everyone I have ever known in my life - long term, or nameless acquaintances - and I performed the most amazing feats that I’ve never done in real life. And I performed them well.
I woke twice to pee and drink some water. When I returned to bed the dream continued where it left off. Oddly enough, there were few appearances by family members, which I suppose means something, I don’t know what.
There were large chunks of reality in there, too. Episodes of rejection and times I was abandoned. It was interesting to watch myself from afar as I pulled myself together and moved on, or hid myself in shame before finding the strength and foothold to move on.
There was a lot of flying involved. Made difficult at times by the other people in a given episode trying to keep me down, in my place, as it were. Sometimes it was hard to break free.
I seemed to be on a search, or quest of some kind and everywhere I went I found something “important” that was stuffed into a carisack as sort of a piece of the overall puzzle.
It’s now 1:30 AM and I am pretty dreamed out. The dream ended quietly with me living in one of those new tiny houses in a vast open field somewhere in no-man’s land. I was surrounded by the collection of “things” found along the way. Though people would drive by and wave as I sat on the tiny porch of the tiny house, I was alone, but completely at peace.
Camera pulls back to a wide shot of the house in the middle of a vast, brownish-gold plain, a narrow dirt road a few yards from the house. There is no evidence of a car of my own. The only bright colors are those of the house. Sound of wind in the background. Fade to black.
I had no narcotics beforehand. I was tired and sleepy after lunch and decided a nap would be a good thing. Little did I know…
Thought I’d write about it before it all fades away and I have only snippets to taunt me. I mean, I doubt a dream like this one is likely to come to me again.
I am amazed.