I overslept with very vivid dreams again, like a movie. My alarm went of at 5 and I returned to sleep a bit, until the macaw yells got too loud and woke me up a couple hours later. I dream such vivid, strange dreams that some days I wake up exhausted. They are like movies. In color, tons of detail and plot twists, very bizarre. Because it is still fresh in my mind and was pretty complex, I'm describing the dream I had this morning here before it recedes back to the land of forgotten dreams. Very surrealistic!
I went into the gym of my elementary school (the building is on the endo f mystreet, though it is no longer a school.) I was looking for my sewing machine and my adult black bicycle that I'd left there earlier in the day. A conference of some type was in full swing, and I asked a few people but no one saw either item. Fast forward to being on a ledge of a big abandoned house high up somewhere, but I knew it was in Reading. There were lots of people there. I went into the house, through the window, where more people were sitting around talking. Some were preparing a big meal. I talked with a few of them, then fast forward to being in a car driving away from the house, up a hill, into a horrific snowstorm. Then down a hill. Curvy roads, unfamiliar natural landscape. So much snow -- feet of it -- coming down at once. Yet the car kept going forward. Fast forward to walking in the crowded gym back at the school, still looking for the darn bike, being told to talk to Manny (who the heck is Manny?) then back to the house. Then I was in an empty hallway looking at an exhibit of a small military boat about the size of a zodiac. It was all sheet metal, painted white, with military numbers on it. About four people could sit inside. I was reading the tag on the display, then was called away by a postman who came up and showed me his dog. It was a black dog with a little white on its muzzle. The man was about 7 feet tall and at first he scared me. He told me how the dog was abandoned and he took it in, and then found out it had diabetes. We talked about it, then he said goodbye and left. I continued to walk inside a hall outside the gym at the school, then fast forward to going up a city sidewalk. It was really cold. I fell, and was laying on the ground face down (but I wasn't really me anymore...I was someone else.) Freezing. No coat. About five kids were sitting on the ground selling gum to passers by, and one of them helped me up. Everything was blue and icy. As we were walking I learned that it was 2025 and I was in Paris. It was cold. The kid took me back to the house that I'd been in in the first part of the dream. They were some religious group that believed in an obscure prophecy and were discussing it and passing out coffee and espresso in big bowl-like cups. I felt like I didn't fit in at all, but they tolerated me and were polite. I could see them all sitting around a table getting ready to have dinner and they were reading some religious text, something like grace. They were passing around papers that had illustrations of moon phases and planet locations on them. I knew it wasn't for me and that I didn't want to join them. I still wasn't "me," though, I am not sure who I was. Finally I said I had to get going, and got up to leave. The young boy who brought me there walked me out. As I left, I realized the building behind me was St. Agnes Church, which owns the school building and is also at the end of my street. I was talking to a parent of one of my students. I then I was again in the car, in the snowstorm. This time though the surroundings seemed more familiar and less exotic. As I was waking up I reminded myself that my sewing machine is in Wakefield at the gallery and I do not have a black bike. Believe it or not, there was more detail than that, but this is what I remember now.
I am sure some dream analyst could have a lot of fun with this. I haven't a clue -- all I know is it is exhausting to think so much while sleeping! Every now and then I write them down as they are so vivid and strange, it is interesting to keep track. I wish I was a surrealist painter or filmmaker! I could use this stuff!
What will you make today? I need a nap!