Since I only ever record the disturbing dreams here, I thought I’d post these two from this morning.
First dream – I am outside the apartment complex where I grew up, walking around the neighborhood with J. and someone else, on a technicolor sunny day. At the corner where I used to meet the bus in 2nd grade, there are huge protea flowers blooming out of a brick wall. I run to get my SX70. I unfold it as I’m walking along the sidewalk, and turn the corner to find that the flowers have closed in the direct sun. SO I stand in front of them to shade them so that they will open, and when they do I realize they are releasing puffs of scent with a sort of purring sound. I turn to Josh and smile and say “Oh my gosh, they’re purring. Can you hear that?”
Second dream – I am visiting
We end up somewhere like our high school cafeteria, and it is full of people. I look around in wonderment and realize I know all of them, and it a cheer goes up because it is my birthday and we are celebrating. Jenn is in front of me, and we form a long conga line, hundreds of people up and down Escher-esque ramps and stairways, back out to the car, and to the house, where we conga up to the attic. Because it is my birthday, the man in the lead in front (very dashing and handsome, btw) singles me out to mambo with. His steps are complicated, but he leads so well that I am able to follow competently. We whirl around the attic, where the windows are dark because it is night, and the faces around me are smiling and happy.
And then I wake up.