Just one shorter dream from last night....
The dream: The earliest part of this dream I remember is being on the coast in what I would later find out was Japan and looking out to a turbulent sea. As is often the case in my dreams, the waves on the ocean seemed impossibly big and violent. I soon left the beach and went into a nearby beach house where I was staying with some friends.
In the house, we were watching the news of a massive earthquake off the coast. Suddenly, I could see underwater where the earthquake had happened and witness the catastrophic damage to the undersea landscape: giant chunks of rock broke from from their base and crashed to the sea bed. The scene flashed back to our beach house, and I knew we had scant moments before a tsunami. Sure enough, as I shouted my warning to my friends, through the window we could see a giant wave of water heading toward the coastline. I told everyone to brace for impact as I dashed from the window and dove onto the couch (which would help, apparently).
However, when the wave finally hit our house, it had subsided considerably: water flooded about a foot of the floor of our house and quickly washed out, doing little damage. We walked outside to see the aftermath.
The landscape was eerily calm. In the distance, the ocean had mysteriously receded far beyond the coastline; we could see a great amount of uncovered sea floor now in the open air. Of the nearby beach area, we saw wreckage scattered about the beach and floating out in the water: broken houses, capsized boats, etc. We also saw another unfortunate result of the tsunami: strange alien creatures were now floating around in the water and the air about the damaged area. Somehow I knew they were some sort of water monsters. While I don't remember much of the details after this, we set about killing them before I woke up.
My thoughts: I've had dreams about tsunamis or other flooding disasters before, but I guess the significance of this one being in Japan is evident. Why I had it last night, however, I'm not sure. And it's just not one my dreams if monsters or some other weird things don't show up.
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Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
August 30: Alaska!
The dream: A friend and I took a trip to Alaska. I'm not sure by what means we traveled there, but I remember stepping onto the shore and looking at the majestic mountains towering in the distance and the land all around covered by lush pinewood forests. We were there in a season where the sun never set; as is the way in dreams, this was highly exaggerated by the fact that throughout the dream, the sun only moved in a small circular pattern high in the sky, never veering far from a noonday position.
My friend and I made our way to where we were staying: a quaint bed and breakfast that was actually a houseboat - and I mean literally a house that was also a boat: constructed like a boxy, two-story cabin with windows, a porch, and slanted roof, the house was docked on the edge of a large lake. We entered the house, made introductions, and checked in.
Shortly after check-in, the houseboat disembarked and began cruising across the lake and then up a wide river at motorboat speeds. While we were racing up the river, my friend and I sat on the back porch and began fishing, our lines trailing out into the rapid wake of our large water vessel. Almost immediately we began catching fish, struggling to reel them in against not only their own fight but the strength of the water rapidly receding behind us as well.
After a while, the river passed through the middle of a small town, houses and roads lining either side of the river and family yards running right to the shore. My friend's fishing line snagged suddenly on something large and threatened to pull her in. Together we reeled in what turned out to be a child's Big Wheels tricycle that she had somehow caught from the yard of a nearby residence. I quickly released the plastic bike and tossed it back into the river, hoping we weren't so far upstream that the owners couldn't eventually find it.
After a while of traveling, I found myself suddenly no longer in the houseboat and on the water, but standing on a small hill far up from the river. I was looking about for pieces of paper that were scattered about what was essentially a landfill of tires and other large garbage. The last thing I remember is knowing that I was a middle-aged businessman looking for important documents that had been lost, while my family waited for me down the hill in a station wagon.
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My thoughts: Um... I'm not sure what to say about this dream. The glaring discrepancies of Alaska's geography and basic Earth science notwithstanding... that was literally just a house -- not simply floating on the water, but cruising across it! And I'm no fishing expert, but I can't imagine that our method would work so well...
My friend and I made our way to where we were staying: a quaint bed and breakfast that was actually a houseboat - and I mean literally a house that was also a boat: constructed like a boxy, two-story cabin with windows, a porch, and slanted roof, the house was docked on the edge of a large lake. We entered the house, made introductions, and checked in.
Shortly after check-in, the houseboat disembarked and began cruising across the lake and then up a wide river at motorboat speeds. While we were racing up the river, my friend and I sat on the back porch and began fishing, our lines trailing out into the rapid wake of our large water vessel. Almost immediately we began catching fish, struggling to reel them in against not only their own fight but the strength of the water rapidly receding behind us as well.
After a while, the river passed through the middle of a small town, houses and roads lining either side of the river and family yards running right to the shore. My friend's fishing line snagged suddenly on something large and threatened to pull her in. Together we reeled in what turned out to be a child's Big Wheels tricycle that she had somehow caught from the yard of a nearby residence. I quickly released the plastic bike and tossed it back into the river, hoping we weren't so far upstream that the owners couldn't eventually find it.
After a while of traveling, I found myself suddenly no longer in the houseboat and on the water, but standing on a small hill far up from the river. I was looking about for pieces of paper that were scattered about what was essentially a landfill of tires and other large garbage. The last thing I remember is knowing that I was a middle-aged businessman looking for important documents that had been lost, while my family waited for me down the hill in a station wagon.
***
My thoughts: Um... I'm not sure what to say about this dream. The glaring discrepancies of Alaska's geography and basic Earth science notwithstanding... that was literally just a house -- not simply floating on the water, but cruising across it! And I'm no fishing expert, but I can't imagine that our method would work so well...
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