Better Late than Never...

Recently returned from visiting my folks. They have dialup, which means I fell behind on my web stuff, like posting my dreams, so here's a batch from...

...January 4, 2005

I’m fighting a head cold (ugh), and I often have vivid or surreal dreams when I’m sick…when I finally get some deep sleep. Night before last I had a dream that climaxed with a bunch of people on a set of bleachers skidding across a parking lot. I was teamed up with Aragorn (played by Viggo Mortensen) and we were coping with the weirdness pretty well, I thought.

Last night I had a lot of wild dreams, one of the last of which culminating in my getting into “my” car (a funny old 40’s/50’s thing I’ve never seen before) at my Grandparents’ (both deceased) house in Redmond, and driving a few of my cats toward Seattle. We ended up on the Mercer Is. Bridge (Hwy. 90), and I was afraid the noise of the bridge deck would frighten Gimli. There was a big traffic jam, and I was also having trouble with one of the front tires. When I pulled over it had “blown out” and the whole wheel had popped off. After I retrieved it, one of the cats, a grey one with a big fluffy tail (does not describe any of my cats) jumped out the window and first ran into the road (eek!) then back to the guard rail over the water. I jumped out and saw that the cat had jumped into the lake, about 20-30 feet below, and had swam over to a “piling” that was built on a little rocky outcrop. I was contemplating jumping in to retrieve the cat somehow, because I was driving it to Seattle for an organ transplant (!), when I saw somebody swim over to the outcrop to get it. I decided they could keep the cat.

I also had a wild dream that started out as a movie about Han Solo post “Star Wars” (existing films). He had longer hair and a beard/mustache, and was fighting some bad guys on a space station somewhere. The dream cut to me opening my new set of “Firefly” DVDs, but they were all mixed up and had a lot of Star Wars material in them, too. Gradually I became aware that I was not at home but in a fancy cabin on a cruise ship. My sister came in. It turns out the family was in the middle of some kind of around-the-world cruise, but I had no recollection of any of the preceding days. She told me I’d been drinking heavily and had been passed out a lot! I do NOT drink like that AT ALL. I was in her cabin and not hung over or ill or anything…just no memory of the previous time. I went to my cabin and found Gordon asleep. I told him I was very confused and didn’t know where we were, where we were going, or how long we’d been on the trip. He said something about my drinking. I told him that either I had just dropped into a “Twilight Zone” episode or that I had multiple-personality disorder, because I was NOT a drinking person. He didn’t seem angry or anything, but I was sure confused.

This afternoon I felt pretty ill and took a solid nap, where I had a dream about being at some kind of historical reenactment of epic proportions. Pick your time period! Everything from Bronze-Age Celts to American Civil War. Gordon and I were up on a hill with the horses, wearing early Medieval clothing. Patrick Stewart rode up on a sturdy dark Bay horse dressed as a Pict with a “plaid” kind of thing wrapped around him. We seemed to be old friends and chatted a bit. He rode his horse into the tent or shack where we were hanging out, but nobody was stepped on. He was tired and crawled into a convertible car to take a nap, and hitched his horse to the window frame. I went looking for Gordon, and it turned out we were going to participate in some kind of Civil War or Rev war battle. There were camps everywhere. He asked me to go for something to drink, so my little brother and I went to a concession stand and bought some lemonade etc. The tray was soggy and collapsing, and after becoming lost in the endless maze of trailers and tents the drinks had collapsed into one another and become such a hopeless mess that I just tossed them in a trash can.

That mess faded out and after a bit Gordon and I were still at some kind of event but all alone in a grassy field with rolling hills. We were walking along a fence line, dressed in late 19th century clothes. Well, I was mostly dressed. I had on my underthings with a man’s dressing gown over the top. Three people drove up in a V-8 Interceptor dressed as characters from Mad Max II (Road Warrior). The “Max” character, who was driving, started to ask directions but was interrupted by a chubby girl in the middle, ostensibly dressed like the “Warrior Woman (Virginia Hey in the movie)”. “Max” told her to pipe down. They drove on, and we settled down in the grass to a little bucolic lovemaking (!).