Had a dream the other night. Standing outside a men's room on the beach; the structure was a rather taupe, sandy color, bricks and stucco. Like most public restrooms in government parks the doorway was actually a little curly-cue. I stood facing the building, the ocean to my back. The doorway was positioned so that one would exit from the side and then - by virtue of a well-placed wall - hang a left out toward the beach.
This was a short dream. I stood there for a moment and out walked a boy of five or six, wearing blue overalls, his hair a dusty blond. He had a contemplative disposition that usually doesn't show in kids until their teen years. He walked out and to me, and said nothing. Yet, I knew he was my son.
End of dream.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Dream Adventure
I awoke early this morning - around 4:45 - and could not get back to sleep. Insomnia kicked in for the first time in ages. After a considerable amount of time I was able to relax myself, clear my head, and doze off.
I dreamed that Mom and I were back in the old house on Azuer. We were the ages we are now, as I recall. Quickly it seems, I realized that this was a dream - and held on, not wanting it to end. I just recall walking around the house, looking at things. I remember looking at a collection of photos on the wall, but they weren't quite the right photos, as if someone were trying to recreate this house from my youth and knew to put pictures there, but wasn't quite sure which photos they should be. In fact, this was exactly the case. I was the someone, trying to recreate this house.
It was a strange feeling, holding on to my presence in this dream. It was like a tug of war. Something was constantly trying to pull me away, but my force of will kept me there. So, I just had fun with it, patting myself on the back for holding my ground, investigating this ghost of a home. Mittens wasn't there. No pets. I recall that it felt like I could hold on almost indefinitely. Then, Dad walked through the front door. He was my dad as I most fondly remember him - dark hair, hardy, athletic. As if that wasn't enough to throw me off, right as he arrived I turned about - and saw Linda, in a brown, floor-length cocktail dress. Was she more the Linda from 10 years past? Or the one from Michael's wedding and more recent? I'm not sure. This one two punch was what finally loosened my grip, sending me back into the waking world.
I dreamed that Mom and I were back in the old house on Azuer. We were the ages we are now, as I recall. Quickly it seems, I realized that this was a dream - and held on, not wanting it to end. I just recall walking around the house, looking at things. I remember looking at a collection of photos on the wall, but they weren't quite the right photos, as if someone were trying to recreate this house from my youth and knew to put pictures there, but wasn't quite sure which photos they should be. In fact, this was exactly the case. I was the someone, trying to recreate this house.
It was a strange feeling, holding on to my presence in this dream. It was like a tug of war. Something was constantly trying to pull me away, but my force of will kept me there. So, I just had fun with it, patting myself on the back for holding my ground, investigating this ghost of a home. Mittens wasn't there. No pets. I recall that it felt like I could hold on almost indefinitely. Then, Dad walked through the front door. He was my dad as I most fondly remember him - dark hair, hardy, athletic. As if that wasn't enough to throw me off, right as he arrived I turned about - and saw Linda, in a brown, floor-length cocktail dress. Was she more the Linda from 10 years past? Or the one from Michael's wedding and more recent? I'm not sure. This one two punch was what finally loosened my grip, sending me back into the waking world.
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