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semperfionaA night of strange and unsettling dreams. Not for any real horror in them, but for their realism and accuracy of targeting. And I had a second dream where I remembered the first one! That was new to me.
I dreamt that I was puttering about on Wednesday morning. I drove a minivan past the driveway I was heading for, had to go down the hill and turn around to come back up. Then I was riding bicycles with dj. We plopped on some grass and just relaxed. He took off his shoes and had one extra toe on the left foot and four extra on the right. (Sorry dj, I know your toes are perfectly normal. It was a dream.) Then I was in a minivan with my in-laws. I realized that it was nine o'clock and my flight left at ten. I was nowhere near the airport and hadn't even packed yet. I got frantic and asked her to take me home right away. We started off but had to go through a cemetery. It was packed with the biggest and gaudiest funeral I've ever seen. Flag twirlers, phalanxes of people with matching umbrellas, crowds in white dresses. The way we wanted to go had a gate across, so we went a different way. Soon there was a gate there too. We opened it and went on, down a narrowing lane that turned sharply and became a narrow staircase. We were hemmed in by stone walls and masses of people. We got out of the vehicle and tried to walk out of the cemetery. Everyone else was going the other way. Armida dropped her camera in a puddle. She fussed for a bit. I told them to pick it up right away and maybe it'd be okay. Ray reached down and got it. It was still displaying the date and time in LCD on the back so apparently it was all right. We went on, passing through a big dining room. By now it was 9:53. I tried to borrow their cell phone to call the airline and reschedule my flight, but could not reach the airline "Jerunet": it was not office hours for them. I couldn't find any numbers at all, for the airport or anything. We went on. The only way onward was across a canal or something, which had a flat raft-like ferry set up. They used ti for the trash. I got on the ferry and wanted to just push off immediately but had to wait for Hank and the busboy from the dining room to get on. They poled the raft across.
About then I woke up in a panic that I had in fact missed my flight. It was still very dark, so I convinced myself I had been dreaming, ran over the dream tin my mind to remember it for later, and went back to sleep. Only to dream that it was later that same day. I had missed the plane. I was still trying to make new arrangements, without success. I was in an office. I remembered the name but have not forgotten, but it seemed like a cross between a counseling service and a telephone survey firm. They let me use their phone. I called the airline again, still didn't manage to get through. Then they suggested I call a retired travel agent they knew. I called him, he answered the phone a bit grumpy at being disturbed during his dinner or nap or whatever, but he was very kind and grandfatherly to me. He talked me through the whole ordeal, asked about the tickets, said, "I didn't think Jerunet flew here." I told him I thought my ticket might be the first flight or at least today was the first day. Somehow or other we figured out that today was not Wednesday yet, and that I had only dreamed of missing my plane, and he laughed for a long time, until I finally laughed too.
Just when I was trying to fall asleep from this second dream, the phone rang. I ran downstairs to answer it; it was a wrong number. I went back to my room where the clock read 6:30 and got back into bed to argue with myself about going back to sleep or getting up to write morning pages. Finally I decided to get up and write out these dreams on the computer rather than in my morning pages notebook.
I dreamt that I was puttering about on Wednesday morning. I drove a minivan past the driveway I was heading for, had to go down the hill and turn around to come back up. Then I was riding bicycles with dj. We plopped on some grass and just relaxed. He took off his shoes and had one extra toe on the left foot and four extra on the right. (Sorry dj, I know your toes are perfectly normal. It was a dream.) Then I was in a minivan with my in-laws. I realized that it was nine o'clock and my flight left at ten. I was nowhere near the airport and hadn't even packed yet. I got frantic and asked her to take me home right away. We started off but had to go through a cemetery. It was packed with the biggest and gaudiest funeral I've ever seen. Flag twirlers, phalanxes of people with matching umbrellas, crowds in white dresses. The way we wanted to go had a gate across, so we went a different way. Soon there was a gate there too. We opened it and went on, down a narrowing lane that turned sharply and became a narrow staircase. We were hemmed in by stone walls and masses of people. We got out of the vehicle and tried to walk out of the cemetery. Everyone else was going the other way. Armida dropped her camera in a puddle. She fussed for a bit. I told them to pick it up right away and maybe it'd be okay. Ray reached down and got it. It was still displaying the date and time in LCD on the back so apparently it was all right. We went on, passing through a big dining room. By now it was 9:53. I tried to borrow their cell phone to call the airline and reschedule my flight, but could not reach the airline "Jerunet": it was not office hours for them. I couldn't find any numbers at all, for the airport or anything. We went on. The only way onward was across a canal or something, which had a flat raft-like ferry set up. They used ti for the trash. I got on the ferry and wanted to just push off immediately but had to wait for Hank and the busboy from the dining room to get on. They poled the raft across.
About then I woke up in a panic that I had in fact missed my flight. It was still very dark, so I convinced myself I had been dreaming, ran over the dream tin my mind to remember it for later, and went back to sleep. Only to dream that it was later that same day. I had missed the plane. I was still trying to make new arrangements, without success. I was in an office. I remembered the name but have not forgotten, but it seemed like a cross between a counseling service and a telephone survey firm. They let me use their phone. I called the airline again, still didn't manage to get through. Then they suggested I call a retired travel agent they knew. I called him, he answered the phone a bit grumpy at being disturbed during his dinner or nap or whatever, but he was very kind and grandfatherly to me. He talked me through the whole ordeal, asked about the tickets, said, "I didn't think Jerunet flew here." I told him I thought my ticket might be the first flight or at least today was the first day. Somehow or other we figured out that today was not Wednesday yet, and that I had only dreamed of missing my plane, and he laughed for a long time, until I finally laughed too.
Just when I was trying to fall asleep from this second dream, the phone rang. I ran downstairs to answer it; it was a wrong number. I went back to my room where the clock read 6:30 and got back into bed to argue with myself about going back to sleep or getting up to write morning pages. Finally I decided to get up and write out these dreams on the computer rather than in my morning pages notebook.
