so lately i’ve been noticing how completely wacky my dreams are right before i wake up. i tend to have some story going that inCludes an awareness of myself sleeping, and makes it imperative that i keep doing so in order for the story to continue. it’s a dirty trick of the grog’s to keep me sleeping as long as possible, and when i manage to shake my head, sit up, and try to make sense of what i’ve been thinking, it’s usually really insane and i get up in a bit of a huff.

as an experiment, i thought i’d try to remember more of these dreams, to write about here as a part of the whole honesty schtick, and to serve as reminders to myself that i should really start seriously questioning any early morning admonition that tells me to stay in bed in order to save humanity from some sort of dire catastrophe.
yesterday it kinda worked – i remembered a weird dream that i had way earlier in the night that didn’t have anything to do with getting up or saving the world. oh well, eh? baby steps.

so i meant to write this yesterday, but by the time i got around to it i was already way behind and i had posted like three things, which made me feel a little manic. but now it’s about to leak out of my brain, so i thought i’d get it down.

it went something like this:

i was standing on the deck of a big house by the ocean somewhere. it was an urban ocean town, and i knew this for some reason, but i don’t think it was really any real place that i’ve ever been. anyway i was standing there with someone else who i think was one of those amalgamated dream people who don’t really line up with real people. at one point i got the impression that it might be erik, but i don’t remember why… maybe because he had just blogged about going and looking at the ocean, and that’s what i was doing. anyway, we were talking about something or another that i don’t remember now (but i think i did know what it was at the time), and looking at the ocean, which was churning like mad. suddenly i became conscious of being able to see to the bottom, and there was some kind of very large, kind of shiny, maybe corrugated? platform looking thing on the ocean floor. i pointed it out, and we didn’t know what it was, but then someone could be seen swimming up from the bottom and up to the beach. it was scary, and we went inside. my parents were in there for some reason, and we told them about it, and looked out at the deck through a really big set of sliding glass doors.
there was a little baby on the beach who i dreamknew was the same person who had just been swimming, even though he had clearly not been a baby before. he crawled around and started to grow at super speed, so then he was a little kid and pretty soon he was full grown and the same person who had swum out of the ocean, but for some reason he was no longer scary. my parents and amalgam/erik and i talked about this with a kind of detached curiosity. i think we all went back out on the deck.
eventually the guy walks up to us and asks for directions to somewhere in town. he seems to know his way around, but hasn’t been there for a while, and at some point in there i dreamknew that he was some kind of ghost who had been dead for 40 or 50 years but now was back and wanted to go find something. after that point it was somehow evident that he could walk through walls, though i’m not sure i ever saw proof of this. what did happen was that, after walking down the steps from the deck (it was pretty high off the beach) and starting to go, he suddenly got really sad and stopped, and i went to ask him why. he said that he had just realized that he couldn’t walk across the street because the cars might drive through him, and for some reason that i don’t understand right now we both understood that this would have been very bad. we were kind of puzzled and awkwardly silent for a few seconds, and then i was like “hey! why don’t you just wait at the crosswalks like everyone else for the light to change! i mean, you don’t Look like a ghost or anything. they’ll never know! you can just walk across when the cars aren’t coming like everyone else!”
he was ecstatic at this revelation, and set off. i went back on the deck and i think i might have explained what i told the ghost, but i’m not really sure, because that’s about the end of the dream.

my brain is a strange land.

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