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reentry dreams
May. 18th, 2006 11:54 pmWhen I returned from the UK last year, the first several nights I would wake up thinking that I was asleep on the floor of a train station with various people rushing about. From this trip I think I'm waking up on the stone paving of a village square with bossy old women about. Of course while I'm gone I'm not in the least confused or uncertain about where I am in my sleep or waking.
Like maybe for all I say I like sleeping on the floor, coming back to it after sleeping in a bed confuses my body and probably part of my mind is still back on the trip. I put much more energy into anticipating and counting down and preparing to leave and go, than into coming back.
Last night amongst the dream snippets 2 in particular stand out -- the sort of dream I get when mildly ill or otherwise overstimulated I guess.
Dream A:
I was in a shopping Mall. I assumed it was probably Eastridge because someone was agitated about a plane coming. I said well yeah the mall was built in the flight path and about 20 years ago a little plane drove into the icecream shop but that's really rare (*). The person was still being freaky so I looked out the windowed doors and sure enough another little plane is in the parking lot heading for the door. Somehow what actually came through the door was a rather large big rig, driving kind of erratically, but slow enough that dodging it was not too difficult. It made it's way further into the mall. I think the small plane might have rolled in later. People were standing around talking about it. Somewhat excited perhaps, not super-freaked, at least I was mostly just going "huh?". I tried calling people who were further inside the mall on my cell phone about meeting me out in the parking lot, but they were being just too freaked out and spazztastic to communicate with. It was not clear whether perhaps there was some more serious issue inside or they were over-reacting, though in the dream I thought the latter was at least half of it and was annoyed with them for not being more coherent.
(*) For those not from San Jose in the 80s this really happened at Eastridge. The small plane that is, not the truck. It was not a big deal except to incite people who want the airport closed. There was a Farrell's where Rockin Robin is now. Eastridge was when built briefly the largest mall west of rockies or mississippi or something, but not that relatively huge now. A spread-out 2 story building. IMO the airport was there first, so whoever has problems shouldn't build in the flight path and there are very few incidents, it would be worse if all that traffic had to share the main SJ airport.
Dream B:
I'm in this big odd house that I think I recognize from some other dreams, and I go out the back door and this time at the end of the back yard/driveway where you might expect an alley is a bit of a river. There is a girl there who I consider my age who appears to be in her mid-to-late-teens and some younger kids. I find myself floating with some (1 or 2) much younger kids on something ( a few others are floating on other things) and we watch this girl demonstrate the tricks her trained duckling buddies do. I think that she lives there and that some of the little kids and I are visiting and some of the younger ones also live there.
I become aware of something big in the water under the surface and am a bit afraid of if it might eat me. "Is it a whale? Is it a shark?" I ask and get no reply. I decide it is a huge turtle which is somewhat comforting, but turtles bite too so I make sure my feet are pulled in on top of my floaty thing and not in the water. Gently we move against the current, back across the stream of water to the shore right where we had got in. I thought the turtle was doing this deliberately, but so subtly and gently that I couldn't be quite sure. The girl with the ducklings was still on the other side doing something else that I didn't quite make out, but felt reasonable. The raft thingy turned out to be a now almost deflated air mattress so I squished the rest of the air out and wandered back out to where there was still some water to rinse the sand off of it, because now most of the water was gone except in a few especially deep pockets. As I rinsed it and folded it some boys came out of the house saying that we must get out of the water that we weren't allowed there now. I told them I was just tidying up a little and that the turtle had already put us back how and where we should be back.
Like maybe for all I say I like sleeping on the floor, coming back to it after sleeping in a bed confuses my body and probably part of my mind is still back on the trip. I put much more energy into anticipating and counting down and preparing to leave and go, than into coming back.
Last night amongst the dream snippets 2 in particular stand out -- the sort of dream I get when mildly ill or otherwise overstimulated I guess.
Dream A:
I was in a shopping Mall. I assumed it was probably Eastridge because someone was agitated about a plane coming. I said well yeah the mall was built in the flight path and about 20 years ago a little plane drove into the icecream shop but that's really rare (*). The person was still being freaky so I looked out the windowed doors and sure enough another little plane is in the parking lot heading for the door. Somehow what actually came through the door was a rather large big rig, driving kind of erratically, but slow enough that dodging it was not too difficult. It made it's way further into the mall. I think the small plane might have rolled in later. People were standing around talking about it. Somewhat excited perhaps, not super-freaked, at least I was mostly just going "huh?". I tried calling people who were further inside the mall on my cell phone about meeting me out in the parking lot, but they were being just too freaked out and spazztastic to communicate with. It was not clear whether perhaps there was some more serious issue inside or they were over-reacting, though in the dream I thought the latter was at least half of it and was annoyed with them for not being more coherent.
(*) For those not from San Jose in the 80s this really happened at Eastridge. The small plane that is, not the truck. It was not a big deal except to incite people who want the airport closed. There was a Farrell's where Rockin Robin is now. Eastridge was when built briefly the largest mall west of rockies or mississippi or something, but not that relatively huge now. A spread-out 2 story building. IMO the airport was there first, so whoever has problems shouldn't build in the flight path and there are very few incidents, it would be worse if all that traffic had to share the main SJ airport.
Dream B:
I'm in this big odd house that I think I recognize from some other dreams, and I go out the back door and this time at the end of the back yard/driveway where you might expect an alley is a bit of a river. There is a girl there who I consider my age who appears to be in her mid-to-late-teens and some younger kids. I find myself floating with some (1 or 2) much younger kids on something ( a few others are floating on other things) and we watch this girl demonstrate the tricks her trained duckling buddies do. I think that she lives there and that some of the little kids and I are visiting and some of the younger ones also live there.
I become aware of something big in the water under the surface and am a bit afraid of if it might eat me. "Is it a whale? Is it a shark?" I ask and get no reply. I decide it is a huge turtle which is somewhat comforting, but turtles bite too so I make sure my feet are pulled in on top of my floaty thing and not in the water. Gently we move against the current, back across the stream of water to the shore right where we had got in. I thought the turtle was doing this deliberately, but so subtly and gently that I couldn't be quite sure. The girl with the ducklings was still on the other side doing something else that I didn't quite make out, but felt reasonable. The raft thingy turned out to be a now almost deflated air mattress so I squished the rest of the air out and wandered back out to where there was still some water to rinse the sand off of it, because now most of the water was gone except in a few especially deep pockets. As I rinsed it and folded it some boys came out of the house saying that we must get out of the water that we weren't allowed there now. I told them I was just tidying up a little and that the turtle had already put us back how and where we should be back.
