In my dream, I am standing in a room -- it feels like a room in an apartment. There are two other people with me: one switches back and forth from being my sister Martha to being my wife Deb. The other person is a male Unidentifiable.
Looking around I see a huge beetle sitting on the side of what looks like a large audio speaker. It's just sitting there. It's a shiny black -- and it's the size of the palm of your hand. It has a pair of large black pincers on the front. It may be moving back and forth ever so slightly...
I find it charming, but know that the other two people in the room probably won't. I'm not sure how I can get this critter outdoors, but I know that would be the best thing for the three people and the one arthropod.
Deb/Martha is moving around in the room and I don't want her to get spooked when she sees this. So I decide it's best if I tell her about it and show her where it's located at the moment. Bad decision. She freaks out and moves away from it.
(I may at this point in the dream consider how to get my camera ready to take a shot or two before I escort the animal outside. Not sure -- but it is something I probably would do!)
Between Martha/Deb's rapid movement and maybe some movement on my part, the bug takes off. Across the floor (I think) and up the far wall. It stops roughly in the middle of the wall -- which almost feels like an invitation to stop over and trap it for escort outside.
(The way we normally trap a bug to get it out of the house is to take an appropriate sized glass or cup and gently place it over the animal, then slide a card or stiff piece of paper underneath to form a closed container. And then simply take the container outside and leave it there for a while. But this bug is so large that it wouldn't fit inside a full-size water glass, much less anything smaller.)
I walk slowly over to the animal and call for Deb/Martha to find a jar that would be large enough. I have to repeat this request several times, getting more impatient every time I do so. Martha/Deb finally understands what I need and starts looking around for an appropriate vessel. She says she's found something that should work, but brings over a plastic bag -- a flimsy piece of plastic like a trash can liner.
I'm concerned that, even if we were successful in getting the animal into the bag that we would likely damage it as we carried it outside. But I didn't have any better ideas. So Deb/Martha stands a bit behind the animal but close to the wall and spreads the bag open and places the edge of the opening tight against the wall. Hey, maybe this will actually work!
But we move too fast or something, and the bug takes off again. We see it scuttle along the wall (a remarkable feat for a bug that big!) and disappear.
Monday, March 30, 2020
Sunday, March 15, 2020
Bad Dream 115 -- Morning of 3/15/20
My dream involves only two people: myself and my younger brother Warren. I don't recall any unrecognizables or other people, but read on...
In my dream, Warren and I are in a room of some kind. I don't recall any details about walls, size of room, etc. Except that I don't think we are in some kind of oversize hall. There are walls not that far away.
Warren is telling me about a creature he has experienced. The creature -- which is bipedal like humans -- comes out of the shadows, does or says something, and then disappears. (It's not clear to me now whether this creature needs to move back into shadow or whether it just evaporates -- to reappear at some other time and place. Maybe both. So it can travel undetected from one shadowed place to another.) My notes describe this as a "mythical creature."
According to Warren (and my notes), the creature represents an "existential threat" to him and maybe to me as well. This isn't clear.
So Warren knows some stuff about this creature, but doesn't know how to destroy it or just make it go away and stop bothering/threatening him. It seems to be important to Warren that I understand what's going on with regard to this creature.
My notes indicate that "Warren takes the lead" in this understanding and whatever we need to do about this.
There then are a few fleeting recollections of being somewhere without Warren and having the creature emerge out of a fold in some full-length curtains or the darkened corner of the room. It comes at me snarling, but while this is disturbing, I know that it can't hurt me in this setting. But maybe it could in a different setting. This feels like it's being presented to me (the real me) as proof that this creature really exists and isn't just a figment of Warren's imagination.
The scene changes. Warren and I are now located at a busy highway. We are standing on the triangle created by an on-ramp merging with the rest of the highway. Warren continues to be wary about his surroundings and the possible appearance of the creature. I'm anxious about where we're standing in regards to the traffic. Both off the entrance ramp and traffic driving on the highway, it doesn't miss us by very much. And Warren and I are moving around slightly -- and might possibly accidentally get into the way of the traffic. Warren continues to tell me things about the creature.
(Reading over my notes about this dream, I see the terms "Mythical Creature" and "Existential Threat.")
In my dream, Warren and I are in a room of some kind. I don't recall any details about walls, size of room, etc. Except that I don't think we are in some kind of oversize hall. There are walls not that far away.
Warren is telling me about a creature he has experienced. The creature -- which is bipedal like humans -- comes out of the shadows, does or says something, and then disappears. (It's not clear to me now whether this creature needs to move back into shadow or whether it just evaporates -- to reappear at some other time and place. Maybe both. So it can travel undetected from one shadowed place to another.) My notes describe this as a "mythical creature."
According to Warren (and my notes), the creature represents an "existential threat" to him and maybe to me as well. This isn't clear.
So Warren knows some stuff about this creature, but doesn't know how to destroy it or just make it go away and stop bothering/threatening him. It seems to be important to Warren that I understand what's going on with regard to this creature.
My notes indicate that "Warren takes the lead" in this understanding and whatever we need to do about this.
There then are a few fleeting recollections of being somewhere without Warren and having the creature emerge out of a fold in some full-length curtains or the darkened corner of the room. It comes at me snarling, but while this is disturbing, I know that it can't hurt me in this setting. But maybe it could in a different setting. This feels like it's being presented to me (the real me) as proof that this creature really exists and isn't just a figment of Warren's imagination.
The scene changes. Warren and I are now located at a busy highway. We are standing on the triangle created by an on-ramp merging with the rest of the highway. Warren continues to be wary about his surroundings and the possible appearance of the creature. I'm anxious about where we're standing in regards to the traffic. Both off the entrance ramp and traffic driving on the highway, it doesn't miss us by very much. And Warren and I are moving around slightly -- and might possibly accidentally get into the way of the traffic. Warren continues to tell me things about the creature.
(Reading over my notes about this dream, I see the terms "Mythical Creature" and "Existential Threat.")
Thursday, March 5, 2020
Bad Dream 114 -- Morning of 3/5/20
This was an intense but broken up dream I had this morning shortly before waking up. It has several scenes.
Scene 1: I don't remember much from this part, except just being in a place that nourished me deeply. And I felt it important to "drink it in" as much as I could, since things were likely to change.
Scene 2: In this part of my dream, I am standing in a compartment of a railroad train, which is moving. The car swings gently a bit from side to side but doesn't cause me to concern myself about my balance. I am changing clothes -- I'm sure I'm changing pants and shirt, but not sure it goes to skivvies or sox. There is a chance that someone may come through the door that connects this car to the next one and my activities would certainly surprise them. It might be a bit embarrassing -- depending on how far I was into the process of changing clothes -- but nothing worse than that.
I'm not pleased or happy to be changing clothes, but not that upset. My first set of clothes are not necessarily dirty or smelly -- it's just that I am required somehow to change clothes.
I think this clothes changing is related to Scene 3.
Scene 3: In this scene I am in this space mentioned in Scene 1. I am outside, near a large body of water. The air is warm and pleasant. The sun is shining, but not unpleasantly bright. There is/are a few boats out on the water -- fairly far out so I can't make out any details about them. There are a few people also enjoying the space and time -- but none of them are close enough to me that I might interact with or overhear them.
I have this growing sense of sadness as I walk slowly around this area that I love so much. I keep saying in my mind: "I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave." But I know that leaving is inevitable. As in the first scene, I do everything I can to drink in and hold memories, details of this wonderful place...
...knowing that once I go it will be unlikely or impossible to return.
Meaning? I am on the verge of changing several important parts in my life -- none of which I look forward to, but all of which seem to be inevitable. I can't tell if this dream is a reflection of one of these partings or several or all of them combined.
This includes my relationship to my Quaker Meeting, the Turks Head Jugglers, performing my juggling and/or my dinosaur talks, relocating from 419 W. Union, my gradual decline in physical health and strength, realizing that I am in the crosshairs of this COVID-19 virus given my age and medical history.
Scene 1: I don't remember much from this part, except just being in a place that nourished me deeply. And I felt it important to "drink it in" as much as I could, since things were likely to change.
Scene 2: In this part of my dream, I am standing in a compartment of a railroad train, which is moving. The car swings gently a bit from side to side but doesn't cause me to concern myself about my balance. I am changing clothes -- I'm sure I'm changing pants and shirt, but not sure it goes to skivvies or sox. There is a chance that someone may come through the door that connects this car to the next one and my activities would certainly surprise them. It might be a bit embarrassing -- depending on how far I was into the process of changing clothes -- but nothing worse than that.
I'm not pleased or happy to be changing clothes, but not that upset. My first set of clothes are not necessarily dirty or smelly -- it's just that I am required somehow to change clothes.
I think this clothes changing is related to Scene 3.
Scene 3: In this scene I am in this space mentioned in Scene 1. I am outside, near a large body of water. The air is warm and pleasant. The sun is shining, but not unpleasantly bright. There is/are a few boats out on the water -- fairly far out so I can't make out any details about them. There are a few people also enjoying the space and time -- but none of them are close enough to me that I might interact with or overhear them.
I have this growing sense of sadness as I walk slowly around this area that I love so much. I keep saying in my mind: "I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave." But I know that leaving is inevitable. As in the first scene, I do everything I can to drink in and hold memories, details of this wonderful place...
...knowing that once I go it will be unlikely or impossible to return.
Meaning? I am on the verge of changing several important parts in my life -- none of which I look forward to, but all of which seem to be inevitable. I can't tell if this dream is a reflection of one of these partings or several or all of them combined.
This includes my relationship to my Quaker Meeting, the Turks Head Jugglers, performing my juggling and/or my dinosaur talks, relocating from 419 W. Union, my gradual decline in physical health and strength, realizing that I am in the crosshairs of this COVID-19 virus given my age and medical history.
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