The stuff of dreams
I have vivid dreams. They explode into my deep sleep with movie intensity, reel after reel. Something I suspect rather peculiar is the particular location of these dreams. The vast majority of them are in two settings: one atop our grassy hill where I lived as a child in pastoral Sitkum in a little, pink stick-built house surrounded by myrtle trees; the other a two-story porched house set amongst towering trees where a middle-school friend lived at the end of our lane in Eugene. As I write that line I realize I visualize these same locations while reading. The plantation at Tara is at the Eugene location in my mind.
Think about your dream locales peeps. Do you have primary locations where dreams occur? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
The other night my dream took me to the seashore but through a curious landscape shape shift, now an ocean cove butted up to the Sitkum grassy hill. The actual ocean was just beyond a peninsula, which one could reasonably expect to protect the cove from breakers.
I’m walking a sandy beach with three small children and a kitten at my side, (Melissa laughs at this part and says “Your idea of hell.” Honestly, sometimes I don’t know where she comes up with these ideas. I like kids. I like cats.) Suddenly there ARE big waves churning into the cove catching us unaware. A sneaker wave grabs the kitten and two children pulling them into the undertow of water rushing away from the shore. I splash into the breakers in pursuit in nightmare typical slow motion, snag all three and drag them out of the water. They’re shaky and cold, we hightail it to the grassy hill for safety.
Oh sure, what about the third child? I look down the hill and see him caught by a wave. He struggles to free himself but the undertow is too powerful. In that instant, I realize this boy is my oldest brother. I run down the slope toward him. The cove seems so very far away. I spot a man ahead, walking very, very slowly. I catch up to him and he is my oldest brother, who through some bizarre synchronicity is in both places at once, as a man and as a child. He feels the physical pain of the boy trapped in the sea and can barely move. I shout, “I’ll save the boy. It’s his pain you’re feeling” while running past the man.
End of dream.
Back story: I’ve had recurring BIG wave dreams since my Hawaii bodysurfing days. Ya learn respect for the ocean when you’re caught in a set, rolling on the ocean floor, eating a whole bunch of sand, knowing the next wave is seconds away and you’re gonna be down even longer… This probably signifies control issues. Sounds like such a fun sport in retrospect. It was exhilarating however.
Think about your dream locales peeps. Do you have primary locations where dreams occur? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
The other night my dream took me to the seashore but through a curious landscape shape shift, now an ocean cove butted up to the Sitkum grassy hill. The actual ocean was just beyond a peninsula, which one could reasonably expect to protect the cove from breakers.
I’m walking a sandy beach with three small children and a kitten at my side, (Melissa laughs at this part and says “Your idea of hell.” Honestly, sometimes I don’t know where she comes up with these ideas. I like kids. I like cats.) Suddenly there ARE big waves churning into the cove catching us unaware. A sneaker wave grabs the kitten and two children pulling them into the undertow of water rushing away from the shore. I splash into the breakers in pursuit in nightmare typical slow motion, snag all three and drag them out of the water. They’re shaky and cold, we hightail it to the grassy hill for safety.
Oh sure, what about the third child? I look down the hill and see him caught by a wave. He struggles to free himself but the undertow is too powerful. In that instant, I realize this boy is my oldest brother. I run down the slope toward him. The cove seems so very far away. I spot a man ahead, walking very, very slowly. I catch up to him and he is my oldest brother, who through some bizarre synchronicity is in both places at once, as a man and as a child. He feels the physical pain of the boy trapped in the sea and can barely move. I shout, “I’ll save the boy. It’s his pain you’re feeling” while running past the man.
End of dream.
Back story: I’ve had recurring BIG wave dreams since my Hawaii bodysurfing days. Ya learn respect for the ocean when you’re caught in a set, rolling on the ocean floor, eating a whole bunch of sand, knowing the next wave is seconds away and you’re gonna be down even longer… This probably signifies control issues. Sounds like such a fun sport in retrospect. It was exhilarating however.
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