I had three dreams last night that I remember. My first dream had another dream within that dream INCEPTION-like, but the dream within the dream was slightly distressing and sexual. It didn’t involve ME per say as a “character” but I don’t really want to write about that one on here. I know I keep building it up by talking about it, but you’ll have to take my word for it. I will say, though, that that dream involved hot rods and men chasing each other in cars along this really lush twisty road.
My second dream involved an old friend that I’ve dreamed about off and on since high school. I don’t know why she shows up so much, something unfinished perhaps. And usually in my dreams involving her I end up feeling bad about myself: not artistic enough, not good enough, not DOING enough blah blah. Lately, though, I’d say in the past year when I’ve dreamed about her I’ve started to gain confidence and been on the up side, the other side, above. About a week ago, she was a drug addict and not living the artistic life I imagined her living and last night she was a dancer (dancing poorly I might add. Some awful, disjointed ballroom steps). But I was so thrilled to see her. When she was done performing, I ran up to her and hugged her and told her that I had been looking for her for so long and she had gone off the grid. She said she WAS living off the grid in Sunbury, PA which is a couple of hours from where I live now. I thought she was in California.
My third dream was something out of a Richard Hugo poem. Montana, high mountains, barren and beautiful. The sky opened up, as did the fields. It wasn’t a lush green, a dry grass green – tall field grass changing colors in the wind almost like waves in the ocean.
I was in our old VW bus with my mom driving. We had maps strewn about the back. Cars filled with people we knew were driving West, but we turned East to drive over a steep red ridge. We were trying to get to Long Beach, CA to see my relatives.
The map was telling us there was a long circular road gracing the rim. We had 4 or 5 summits to ascend. We ditched the car somewhere and climbed on bikes. I could feel the burning in my thighs, each slow grind and push. Right before the summit, it was so steep I was almost at a stand-still, fighting for every inch. I don’t know if I made it to the top or not in my dream, but I was right there. I was close.
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