Dream Journal

The Seaweed Bridge★★★★
November 14, 1996

The sky is clear and sunny. Rebecca and I are in a car, road tripping through pine woods when the road gets really crazy. At one point, it turns into big, white boulders, and we’re skimming over the surface of them at 80mph. Then there are these long sections driving on the river, on a road-like trail of seaweed. We’re still going 60mph and skim over the top of the water long distances before sinking down. I’m worried about my journal getting wet and it immediately splits into a wet half and a dry half. I put the dry half in a plastic bag and then call for help. I try to paddle what’s left of the car to the shore. There are others around, too.

Sinking Car: Here we have a nice conflict of expectations. I’m astrally traveling fast enough that my mind conjures up a car to rationalize it. The car rationalization worked for a while, though it was a bit flimsy as we were going over the boulders. Once we crossed onto the river, I needed something else to explain how we were still going, so my mind conjures up a trail of seaweed. But this time it was too unlikely and my waking mind says “Driving a car across seaweed? Shouldn’t I be sinking?” The expectation of sinking into the river takes over, interrupting the journey we were on.

Suggestion: The fear suggestion of my journal getting wet caused it to happen.

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