....dreamcatcher

climate change

United States. It was happening. Big floods. Watching the news. Panic.
But I just knew: I'd been expecting this.

The White Worms Will Set You Free

I was walking in a grassy field with some hobbits. There was a large hill of muddy dirt, with sticks and things mixed in. At the top of this mound was a small furry animal. Something like a groundhog, small beaver or something like that. He was opperating some controls, like a crane. He triggered an avalanche that send the mud and sticks down the hill, burrying everything in its wake. Merry (hobbit from LOR) got completely burried, and we had no idea where he was. We were going to try to dig him out, but didn't even know where to start, and we thought that it would probably be too late anyway, once we started.
Then we saw a spot open up in the mud. The hole grew, and Merry was down there, doing fine. A bunch of whitish worms had formed a lattice work structure. They had eaten the mud and formed a structure that supported Merry. He had been carrying the worms with him for some time, a kind of parasite. We came to a decision that our journey needed to continue down the hole. There was a tunnel that had formed that would lead us to where we needed to go. I think the journey was going to be around 6 hours, and it would be tough, but much quicker than staying above ground.

the kiss

I dreamed that I was on a roof with a man from work. There were lots of people up there, and we were watching some kind of show. There was some kind of chaos happening at some point, with people running away or trying to hide, but I think that happened toward the end of the dream.

This man from work had some kind of superhero powers, but I don't remember what they all were. I think that he could move really fast or lift really heavy things or something. Maybe both.

At some point he kissed me. There was a hint of that awkwardness there, that awkwardness that you sometimes have when you kiss someone for the first time, especially when the kiss happens unexpectedly on the roof of a building amidst some kind of nameless chaos with hundreds of people nearby with a co-worker that has some kind of magical powers. I think that things were falling from the sky, but he and I were sheltered under an eve of some sort, maybe an eve of the part of the building that protruded up, housing the stairwell that leads people to and from the roof. The kiss was so sweet that I thought that I would melt, but I didn't. I think instead I just smiled, and he smiled, too.

dolphins

Night. I swim with the dolphins away from the shore and know that I am
safe. But then I am on the beach and I see that the shoreline has
receded. Panic. This means a big wave is coming... I start to run.

life in 10 years

He is youngish. We are standing in a bathroom and he says that between
such and such a year and such and such a year, he wants to travel. And
I ask him how old he was in 2000 and he tells me and then I calculate
how old he'd be when he finishes traveling. It is old. And I tell him
so.

Then I am in the future. It is ten years later. And Mark (apparently it
was him in the earlier scene) and I are walking along outside. I know
I've skipped to the future and I know that he isn't aware of anything
like this. He hasn't 'skipped' to the future. For him, it happened the
normal way.

He says something about Sara(h). I am a bit mesmerized by my time
travel and ask, Who is Sara(h)? He ignores me, as if to indicate that
it's a stupid question. I know that Sara(h) is our daughter.

I feel really close to Mark. He does feel like my husband. We enter an
Indian-type restaurant and he says we're going to check out the flat
above the restaurant. It looks good.

But then suddenly it's like an ashram or something like that. Some type
of Buddhist-type community (possibly Jain or Hindu). A woman asks us
why we live apart. I can't remember my/his/our answer.

We are kissing and it's lovely. As if he is my husband that I don't see
very often, but whom I love very much.

Then suddenly he is in a suit and he is kissing me but telling me he
has to go to a committee meeting and I know this means I have to leave
to go back to where I live and I kiss him harder because I don't want
to say goodbye yet.

lucid terror

I/She was leaving the event, walking home with him (and her?).
S/he/they walked her to her car. Then somehow I/she was in the house of
him and his elderly parents. They were nice. We had some kind of
liquor. Then I went into the bathroom. And I couldn't get out. They had
locked me in there.

But then somehow I was out and I thought about how that was a really
clever way to abduct someone.

Then I was running from the older man and in one moment he had tied me
to a branch of a tree and I knew it was all over. And I said "f*ck
this". And changed the scene so that I had gotten away.

an airplane in the sky

We lived on a houseboat and were married with three children. I believe
that Xander was the oldest and that the two younger children were
Eric’s. The youngest was a beautiful little girl that bore a striking
resemblance to Destiny (my best friend’s gorgeous but feisty niece).
(Note: In either the beginning of the dream or an earlier dream I was
at Jennifer’s house, where she lived with her sister, Pamela. She was
responsible for a whole pack of children, and I believe that two of
these children may be the kids that were supposedly Eric’s in the later
dream.)

Eric and I are standing out on the upper deck of our houseboat,
watching a small airplane take off from an airport or perhaps small
airfield very near by. The plane buzzes over our house, dangerously
close. We take cover, shouting at our children to stay inside as they
begin to rush outside, drawn by the noise. The plane was incredibly
loud as if it were a jumbo jet. The entire moorage began to bob up and
down upon the water as a result of the enormous vibrations.

The plane gained elevation but continued to weave throughout the sky,
sometimes shifting into positions you would normally only see a pilot
perform in an airshow or a battle. We willed the pilot to regain
control of the aircraft. The plane began to steady when we saw a
canister fall from the underbelly of the plane. I instantly deduced
that the plane must be a crop duster and that the canister* that was
now plummeting toward our small town and moorage was filled with a
poison spray that would definitely explode on impact, dousing us in a
concentrated, albeit miniaturized, cloud of poison. I sprang into
action, rushing to the small bathroom of our houseboat, soaking towels
in water to put over our noses and mouths, while Eric brought me the
children. Towels in place, we made to leave.

I suppose we must have walked off the moorage to solid ground, but I
don’t really remember this. I do remember a large tree that we walked
under as we left, and I think that we then climbed into a car and drove
away. Eric and I discussed where to go, and I think we reached a
consensus that we should go somewhere indoors. I believe that the
decision was to then drive over to the next town and go to the movies.

At some point between the decision to leave our house with wet towels
covering our mouths and noses and reaching the movie theatre, I notice
that for some reason neither myself nor our youngest Destiny-like
daughter have our faces covered. I scrambled to re-cover them with the
sort of feeling I sometimes experience in sitting meditation when I
realize that I’ve completely forgotten to follow my breath and then,
upon realizing it, begin to once again place my attention on it.

The inside of the movie theatre lobby was dimly lit, the washed out
light making everything appear sort of dingy. Inside this lobby, a man
came up to me, apparently thinking that I worked at the theatre. He
wanted to tell me about a problem with his shirt, which he had taken
off (he had a t-shirt on underneath, so he was still wearing a shirt),
and he was gesturing toward a brown spot on the sleeve near the wrist.
The sleeve had been twisted off (as in closed), and he was explaining
to me that there was a dead mouse in his shirt. I believe that for some
reason I took the shirt from him and perhaps even apologized as if I
really did work at the movie theatre, and I think at that point the
dream faded out.

*Although this had a non-military explanation in the dream, my waking
self recognizes this “canister” as a WWII bomb.

One World to Another

I came upon a trellis gate
Through opening I peeked within
Saw tall green trees and little stream
Latch on gate was of rustic tin

I paused before unlatching gate
Slowly slowly it opened wide
I ventured in on narrow path
Glancing about from side to side

A gingerbread house came in sight
From it came seven dwarf ladies
In single file in flowing gowns
With parrots squawking,"Cheese, more cheese!"

I hid as the dwarfs disappeared
Through the door came big wooley sheep
Followed by her small bleating lamb
Poor little thing was half asleep!

What a strange small world this must be
Near the stream, a gold fish lunged up
Flew through air, as on a trapeze
Fell backwards with a thunderous clump!

A peacock pretty as could be
Rambled my way, ready to peck
But harrassed by snake in the grass
Peacock fled, by skin of its neck!

By now I was filled with much fright
From this world, jumped to another
Out of bed to reality
For neath bed covers I'd smother!

Secret Service

I was working for someone who had Secret Service men assigned to them.
Aidan and I lived in a house with this man, and somehow I was a working
mom and a stay at home mom. I left Aidan with his Secret Service Lady,
who seemed more like a Nanny than anything. She took him shopping for
new clothes and shoes. There was a little girl about the same age as
Aidan who also lived in the house with us.

Across the street was a Mall. The neighbor kids had stolen Aidan's new
shoes, and the shoes the little girl had gotten as well. We tried to
get them to bring them back, we threatened to put them in jail, I told
them I'd have the Secret Service guy, assigned to me, "get it out of"
them. They never did bring back the shoes. We decided they had probably
taken them to the Mall to sell them.

Then I was meeting some important people. Three men and a woman. Just
after shaking hands with the last man, Aidan came running out of the
house with his arms out. Everyone put their arms out for a hug, but
Aidan ignored all the men, almost went to the lady, but ultimately ran
into my arms. Everyone smiled at him and we got back to business. Aidan
just listened to us talking as I held him.

L-train Scream

I am deciding with Annalisa which train we should take. I think we were
on 14th Street somewhere because I was suggesting we take the L (we’re
discussing this in the station). Annalisa decides we should take the
shuttle so that we can go catch the 4/5, and the dream does one of
those spatial/temporal shifts so that we’re in the Times Square station
boarding the shuttle.

I was in my apartment and it was daytime. I could hear the front door
just barely opening and closing again the way a door will sometimes do
when there’s a draft. I’m on the telephone with Allen, and Xander is
asleep. I begin to walk towards the door to shut it, and I have to walk
down some sort of hall that our apartment doesn’t actually have toward
the door. I get a few steps away and I’m suddenly hesitant. I’m still
talking to Allen on the phone. I reach out to grab the door, to pull it
toward me so I can then close it properly, and someone’s holding onto
the door on the other side. I’m trying to push the door shut while the
person on the other side is trying to shove their way in. At the same
time I’m trying to scream at the top of my lungs to alert Allen that
there’s a problem. I might even be trying to yell at Allen to tell him
that someone’s trying to break in, but I’m having trouble getting the
sounds out. The screams and the words seem to be stuck in my throat.