Dream Journal

Awake: Tonight had been our first party at our new house and it had went well. I’d been drinking and so was wild into dreams. These were two of the most beautiful experiences I’ve ever had.

Rebecca, I, and two friends were flying together over a huge beautiful park that I recognized. It had a river with tall spires of rock, huge rolling grassy hills, and an overlook. There was a busy commercial area in the center and a building with a long winding outdoor walkway. We landed and walked down it. It was packed with people. We saw a beautiful small open garden area on one side and walked into it, raising our arms and dancing about. Someone there said it was $9 apiece to be in there. I was shocked, but danced about some more, then left. The others came, too. Across the hall and down a bit there was another beautiful natural place and we went in to admire and play in the beauty. Again, $9. I left. The others stayed. They received a jellied cracker on a napkin and coffee drinks. I remained in the hall, watching people.

I returned after a bit and Rebecca smiled, and said I must be having quite the time watching people moving their coffee cups to their mouths addictively, unthinkingly, in the cafe across the hall. Truth is, I wasn’t watching that specifically, but had noticed it. Rebecca had ordered me a jellied cracker for $9 and I went to the stewardess of the garden and said, “I’m sorry, I can’t pay $9 for this, or allow my wife to do so for me.” “Fine!” she said, and asked me to scrape the jelly off the plate. I started to, but then saw how foolish it was and stopped. I left and wandered about some more. I entered a room with a rave-like party and saw Ed and spoke to him briefly . . . and then might have awoken a bit.

I found myself at our lovely new house. I opened the back door and stepped out into this dense, thick-smelling primeval nature world. The plants and insects were huge and felt ancient. Two brightly colored butterflies flew together in front of me and locked into a mating position. Then, suddenly, a dragonfly, as big as my arm and buzzing loudly, flew in and snatched them. It was a vague notion of a dragonfly — probably a rationalization. I was saddened, but in a moment it was caught in a table-sized spider web. A third butterfly jumped from the union. “Oh, I didn’t see that one before,” I thought, “It must have been directly behind the other two.” Then others began to fall from the union. I thought they were dead at first, but they took flight as they fell. There were more and more — a brilliant cascade of color. And from this proceeded a creative frenzy, directly from the soul, the lava warp, the face of god, the gateway to the infinite. As to exact things, my memory fails me, but I was in ecstasy, playing in this field of explosive creation.

So I ended up somehow with Bethany, at the college where we meet. We were talking and she jumped up and took my hand suddenly, and we were running down a path at night, familiar as anything, around a curve, woods on all sides, down a lane, and to this open place under the bushes. The intent was for some privacy, and she informed me as we ran that we were going to see Erin. . . . Brockovich. It turned out to be Erin from Y.O.U. and a new boyfriend. I told her of the name mix-up and we laughed. I spoke with Erin’s blond, big-haired boyfriend who, with wide eyes, told me something.

I believe it was the cause of what happened next. We were playing in a long indoor canal of water, riding on wedge-shaped water gliders. I rode on an inner tube and found myself able to go just as fast as the water gliders (speed 5!) and even pull them. This was just off the corridor we had been in before.

I’m not sure where this fits in, but it’s before the water races I believe. I walked out into an open field at an elementary school setting. The details are unclear, but I had a blue super ball. I threw it, and when it landed, there were two, of different colors. A child joined me. As we played, creation came bursting from every point. Soon there were wobbly-edged coconut-sized balls that would break open and solidify, releasing some toy or treat. Kids from everywhere came running out to play. I caught one of the balls, cracked it open, only to find it filled with super balls of every size, color and texture. I gave it to a kid after grabbing handfuls of balls and began to bounce them everywhere. More came down than went up. It was blissful, ecstatic play.

Earlier on, I half awoke in bed, 100% convinced that I was downstairs sleeping on the couch, and wondering how I got there. It took over a minute to realize I was in bed — that there was no TV where the TV should be. But for that whole minute I was dreamily looking at my bedroom, maintaining that it was the living room downstairs even though it looked nothing like it.

References: Erin Brockovich is an environmental activist. Y.O.U. is a youth group I went to.