It has been a week of strange dreams.
I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised by this. After all, periods of great change seem to be accompanied by much more vivid goings-on in my night-time interior landscape.
The first half of 1992, during the last few months in Tokyo before I decided to decamp back to Seattle, were a particularly memorable period. My dreams during that time were so involved that I would spend my commute making outlines of what happened, then typing them up in as much detail as I could remember as soon as I got to the office. Many, if not most, of the dreams involved being chased, with typical settings being junkyards and desolate downtown streets surrounded by office blocks.
This year’s dreams have, by and large, not been as memorable, though there have been days when I’ve been able to fill three or four journal pages with what I can remember of the previous night’s dreams. The subject matter has been considerably more varied, yet I’d be hard-pressed to identify a particular theme, except perhaps for the appearance of my ex in several dreams.
A couple of standouts from this week’s journeys through dreamland:
Two or three nights ago, I had a dream in which one of Jupiter’s moons was on a collision course with the town I was in. I rushed to my car, in hopes of making my escape. The moon in question, an off-white color with parallel, horizontal blue stripes, was clearly visible in the night sky; had it been directly in front of me, it would have been about 10–15 feet in diameter. As I opened the door to my car, I couldn’t help wondering how I could possibly get far enough away to avoid being killed by the inevitable collision. Then, the moon suddenly reversed course, quickly shooting back into the depths of space from whence it came.
The following night, I found myself in a situation where I was facing several bullets coming at me in slow motion. I was able to dodge the first few, but the weirdly shifting trajectory of the last bullet proved hard to predict, and I felt the bullet strike me in the neck. This was enough to wake me up from my sleep; while I didn’t feel particularly anxious, I also was not able to immediately go back to sleep. So, I got up to feed the cats and have my usual breakfast before settling in on the sofa to get another 90 minutes or so with season 3 of House playing in the background.
From my past experience, I know that I’m too close to the things going on to be able to identify the overall theme that holds all these dreams together. But, I also know that my dreams are undoubtedly trying to tell me something. I suspect some digging may be in order…
(24 November 2013)