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| Dreams |
| 01.03.06 (1:00 pm) [edit] |
I've had some super odd dreams lately. Just before Thanksgiving, I snagged a cold and was blown out sick for about ten days. That went away and was immediately followed by a flu that lasted the better part of a month. As that was winding down, (I thought anyway) I went home from work feeling like hell and found myself to have a temp of 104. And thus started the wacko dreams. The only good thing about the urgent care doctor not treating my fever was that I had weeks of hallucination-like dreams. (eventually, I grew tired of being exhausted and sweating everywhere so I went to another doctor who yelled at me for walking around with a sinus infection. Like I knew? seriously, I had no symptoms except for fever. enter anitbiotics)
One night I was particularly hungry, I think. I dreamt of big juicy cuts of meat being served by my friend, Marc. I thought that was odd because in my dream, the meat would magically separate into bite-sized pieces but I couldn't move my arms to eat them. I looked at Marc with a puzzled expression and he shrugged his shoulder. I blinked and seamlessly I was on an abandoned farm. It was sunny and there was the kind of wind that comes just as a front is passing through and a major thunderstorm is about to happen. I went and sat in the doorway of a barn and looked out over a field of grass that was blowing in soft waves. I could hear and smell everything I looked at. If I looked at a bird, I would hear its song over the rest of the sounds. Same if I looked at the blowing grass, its rustle would come to the center speaker. I woke up as the storm hit and there was in fact a storm here. We even had thunder and lightening. A boyfriend was next to me and when I looked at him, I could see he was awake. He said he'd just had a dream about playing a really discordant symphony and a timpani fell over.
Another night, I was walking on the beach on a cloudy day. I ran into my friend Kristin's sister Chelle. Chelle, in real life is always throwing out unsolicited health care advice. Her biggest gripe with me is my inability to wear sunscreen which she interprets as an unwillingness. Sunscreen burns my skin wherever I shave, especially. Since I shave my head, hmmm, sunscreen isn't much fun for me. Hats, hats, and hats are the way to go. So in the dream, Chelle was carrying a package that I thought at first might be her daughter. Instead it was an inflatable raft and she gave it to me saying that I needed to leave here but I should go under the boat to avoid the ultraviolet light that would burn me even through the clouds. I blew up the raft with super-human lung power (love dreams for that!) and with it walked out into the ocean. The water felt cold and smelled strongly of seaweed. I turned the raft upside down and found a sort of harness in which I could suspend myself. I was not able to see anything except what was below me in the water. The boat began to move against the waves and I relaxed and watched fish, sharks, plant life and bubbles all pass below me. After what seemed like a long time, I questioned to myself where I was going. Almost instantly, I was on land a few blocks from my apartment. The hill I live on was surrounded by water. It was raining, I felt cold and there was a window floating in front of me. I woke up already sitting up in bed and my eyes were open. I was looking at the open window in my apartment. I closed it and jotted down this dream before falling back asleep.
Now I'm not feverish anymore and my dreams are very plain again and I suppose that's ok by me.
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