A fever dream

I'm in the back of a very large vehicle. Like an RV but much bigger and wider. I'm try to sleep on a thick foam mattress that takes up nearly the entire floor. I'm not sure who is driving but we're going to ??  There's somebody sitting next to me, talking to me but i don't think i'm really paying attention. The idea of the journey exhausts and excites me at the same time. I lay back and let the journey begin. We're flying through dark blue space and nothing is visible outside the windows. Mostly i can only tell we're moving by the sensation. We are going fast and go through a large loop - completely upside down and around like a loop on the Big Wheel's race track. It's fun! Then we do a series of barrel rolls and i'm dizzy, but then we settle into just regular flat roads. Some kind of humanoid creature is in my face talking to me and i don't know what it's saying. It won't leave me alone so i push it off to the side of me because it's scaring me.

I wake covered in sweat. My fever broke but i don't feel better. I want to ride in the RV in space some more.  

Layers of dreams

I'm in my bed asleep and just waking up from a dream that i want to remember. In that dreams dream, there's a girl that is very interesting to me. I follow her around as she tells me of her adventures. She's wearing a metallic looking pink lycra body suit. She looks anime. We're in a inner city children's park and she's showing me the different rides.  The first one we look at is like a regular "gate" ride that goes 'round and 'round but it's very high off of the ground and you have to climb a jungle gym to reach the platform to use it. As we're climbing, she tells me about another ride at the end that's like a car. She and her boyfriend were playing on it and he was killed and his body was tossed over into the straw bales that edge the park. I'm not sure i believe her but i'm having fun and she is interesting. Next we crash a party at some redwood picnic tables. There are a bunch of people (all girls i think) and we sit down among them. The interesting girl picks up a raw turnip from a platter of vegetables and announces in a voice that makes you believe that it is a feat of skill or magic that she will now eat the raw turnip! It's funny and everybody is laughing. There is a basket of red sauce (looks like Tabasco) in front of me and i grab a bottle, take off the tiny red bottle cap and in the same voice, advise that i shall now drink the entire bottle of red sauce. Some of the girls gasp in alarm but i read the ingredients to them and assure them the sauce is more sweet than hot and it will be fine. I drink down the red sauce and it's very tasty. All of a sudden, a cute black rat runs up to me and sticks its head into the bottle. I'm alarmed because i can see that the neck of the bottle is going to cause the critter to suffocate. I grab the body of the rat in my right hand and the empty bottle in my left and pull the rat out. It's head is bigger than the opening but somehow i get him pulled out and he seems fine.

Now i wake up and get out of my bed. I walk down an unfamiliar hall looking for the bathroom. The floor is stone slabs, very rustic. The first door i come to is another bedroom and at first i like it a lot. The beds head and foot board are made of tree limbs. But there's a second bed in the room that i don't like and realize there's no windows, so i go back into the hall. I go into the room at the end of the stone path and it's a bathroom. There's a stone tub built into the wall and the only window is a large round stained glass over the tub that lets in some light be obscures any view. It's very church like and i find it soothing. I brush my teeth at the stone bowl sink and go back into the hall. I return to "my" bedroom and even though the bed isn't as inviting as the tree bed in the other room, i like this room better because it has two windows. I lay down in the bed and from there, look out the window at all the people going to work and school. Once in a while, one of the commuters looks at my window but i'm laying down and sure they can't see me watching them.

Some kids come in to my room with their mom and get on the bed. I think they don't notice i'm there. The mom is going to tell the children (a boy and a girl) a story and i like stories too so i'm happy about that. But we are in the story now and we're in the lodge-like living room of a home. The man of the house is standing in the room in front of a nice fire in the fireplace.  It's very cozy. I decide i need to leave and make my goodbyes to the family and leave through the rustic door. It's cold outside and there's snow on the ground. The man and woman come out and we sit on the ground of the porch because i'm undecided about whether or not to leave.  I begin to tell them about my dream about the interesting girl and then i'm back in that dream.

The interesting girl and i have reached the last ride (apparently that dream was still being dreamt even though i was in another dream too) and it's the car ride. It's not at all what i expected. It seems to be a Camaro or other muscle car but half the size of a real one. It's standing upright on the front bumper and some mechanism of the ride makes the engine roar and the hood fly open. Somebody has a picture of a guy standing in front of the ride. The interesting girl tells me that it's a picture of her boyfriend and that she's the naked girl in the picture. I don't see the picture, but from the way the ride is, i'm guessing that she's seated on the top of the ride and her boyfriend is pleasuring her orally. Just then the engine roars and the hood opens and i realize that must've been how he was killed. I see hundreds of bales of straw around the edge of the park and get sad. I know that the body is nearby. I ask the girl more about it and she describes that they were actually having sex when the accident happened and he was tossed into the bales by the car. She told me that other people told her to just leave him there so she did. I admitted that when i'm dead i'd just as soon be left for the bugs and rodents to eat and she agreed.

Then i really woke up and called in to work to tell Martha i wouldn't be in today. My head feels like it's being split in half.

Snowball!

 The key feature of the dream i remember is seeing my old cat-friend Snowball! He looked good! The dream seemed to revolve around him but there wasn’t a “story” to it as far as i can remember.  When i petted him, he was so white and fluffy like when he was young. I remember in some part of the dream telling somebody that Snowball is only two or three years younger than i am and i’d never heard of a cat living to be 50 (so the dream is in real time – not flashback time, which is interesting). I was recalling how i was only a toddler when my parents took Audree and me to the cat lady’s house to pick out a cat. Snowball was one of many cats inside a large (room-sized) cage with chicken wiring. There was a monkey in the cage with all the cats. This is a real memory. I was three years old at the most. Probably two, which would have made Audree six. Snowball was “her” cat, although he was part of the family all of my growing up.

One setting was my neighborhood in Manassas. Trails End Road. Angie was in the dream, and her step-dad. Those are the only people i remember being in the dream. Oh yeah. Audree and Lois.

The Angie scene. I’m at a house (not the Trails End house though) with Audree and Lois and Snowball. We’re getting ready to get in our car and go somewhere. Just as we’re getting ready to pile in, Angie pulls into the driveway in a big SUV. She gets out of the car and has a great big dog that looks like a Huskey or a Malamute with her. I’m annoyed because i wasn’t expecting her, she wasn’t invited AND she should not have brought a dog without asking first. I fear that the dog may hurt Snowball and tell her to get the dog back in the SUV. Snowball (who never was afraid of dogs) and the dog seem to get along fine though so it turned out to be no big deal.   

Why Angie’s step-dad? Odd.  Ben always scared the shit outta me. Big brute of a man. He was living in the house (next door to mine) all by himself. The house was empty except for him sitting on a couch in the front room.  No carpet and the wood floor made the house sound even emptier. He and i walked out into his front yard and out to Trails End. He was talking about cutting down the tree in the front yard and i noted that if he cut that tree down he wouldn’t have ANY trees in the front yard and wondered if that’s what he really wanted. When we returned to his house i saw that one of the bushes along the front of the house had been removed. It looked odd – like a missing tooth. But i saw how the sunlight could now shine in the window that had been blocked by the bush and the rays of sunlight could shine on the couch. I understood that he removed it so he could see out of the window when he sat on the couch and had the added benefit of being in the light.

Snowball kept going across the street and i was worried about him. At some level though, i knew i was dreaming and that he was dead and i think that’s why i was so worried, because i was afraid the dream would be over and i wouldn’t see him anymore.

I’ve had lots of dreams since i last documented any but this one was special. I don’t recall ever dreaming about Snowball before. :o)  My first kitty. He was a head-bumper. He lived to be twenty and died in his sleep in a sunny spot outside the house when it was still at Castlemill. Gosh. How long ago has that been now? Twenty five years? He was a a beautiful Angora with long, silky hair and big yellow eyes. I wonder if the dream was prompted by my concern about how old the sabre-tooth is getting. He’s almost 17. Pookie is 18. My parents are 80. We’re all getting ancient. Death is within arms’ reach for us all i guess.   

  

One dream i had several weeks ago and should have documented had me cutting off my own feet and sewing them back on, on the instruction of some doctor. That was kind of gruesome. But i did as instructed and seemed to have no trouble walking after i’d done so. I’ve had many weird ass dreams like that that didn’t’ seem worth writing about.

*These pictures are of random Turkish Angoras, not pictures of Snowball. But he looked just like these!