I’ve been having the weirdest dreams lately where really odd things are happening and I refuse to wake up because I can’t imagine what I’ll do next, it just feels so bizarre. And I know it’s a dream but I don’t want to pull myself out of it because I know it’s more interesting than anything else going on.
Tracey’s appeared in two of these dreams. She’s grown and still appropriately older than me, but I really know nothing about her. She’s just there or follows me as I wander about without purpose. We’re doing random things. You know how dreams are… we’re in a hurry but I can’t determine why, we can’t find something, we’re in a maze… stuff like that.
But this morning my dream consisted of us looking at lots of different dogs because I think I wanted to buy one. Dad was there “helping” but providing us with facts and ideas that weren’t helpful in picking one out. For example – there was a big hullabaloo about how I needed a dog who knew how to swim. I didn’t think this was a big deal, but Dad insisted that we toss them in water to find out. And he picked up this big, brown, kinda curly dog, which I still don’t know what breed it was, and threw him in the lake.
And slowly… slowly… the dog just sank. Didn’t even try to swim or struggle, just sank below the water. Tracey and I screamed and made Dad go save him. And when he pulled him out of the water, he told us you could teach them how to swim by nearly drowning them repeatedly. Which he set about doing, rather violently, much to our horror.
And it was super peculiar – not because he was doing it, but for the fact that I didn’t want that dog, so it didn’t matter if it could swim or not. So I watched for awhile, asked him to stop – which he ignored, and then gave up on talking to him. Tracey and I ended up leaving him behind, wandering down this hall (that appeared from nowhere) on our own, and I found that we were in what appeared to be a long abandoned zoo.
The display in front of us was for a polar bear, who had two little baby cubs. It took me a while to find them, but I did. They were sleeping behind a huge pile of dead fish and big, heavy rope. I don’t know why they were there.
And then I realized the glass was missing and took a step forward. And the cubs woke and came to me and I was petting the cutest little polar bear cub, ever. To which I insisted Tracey take a picture, so I could show it to Janelle and tell her how she should have been there.
More happened previous to the weird dog scenario, I think it involved an amusement park and my mom dancing in a blue feathered dress wearing a blue wig and sitting on my father’s shoulders. Wacky strange craziness all around.
I’m not sure what’s going on with my mind. I don’t usually remember my dreams, but when I do, they usually involve water or cars or dogs. It’s nice to know that I still am not letting myself down on that and even managed to combine two of them this time. (That is, a new combination of two. Usually it’s driving along a river. I’ve had that dream a few times.) And if in fact dreams are Freudian and represent things… it’s nice to know that I still continue to have the same issues reoccurring for the past several years. Apparently I’m not growing emotionally. At all.
But, it’s time now that I go to sleep again (after 2am), into that hazy fantastic world of water and driving and dogs.
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