Dream Journal

There was a recurring gathering and celebration in this wide flat mountain valley. There were tons of people there. Rebecca and I had gone together. There were smaller groups that met together to talk, joke, play, and get to know each other. Rebecca was in a different group than I.

At the climax of each festival, a dragon appeared, flying and breathing fire. We were anticipating it. Its name was like “Issaerc”. This was my third gathering. I felt I had defeated it the last two times. In the dream I vividly remembered it, but now I can only remember that I was able to fly, and used this concoction I made to disable it.

I was going to this little grocery store with all these new friends from my group when I realized the dragon was coming and would soon be here. It was as if I were reading this from a book in my mind. I saw the pages, read “And the dragon Issaerc rose again from the swamps and set fire to the trees, and the land was caught in a blaze.”

We passed the bus station and someone grabbed a wad of pink bubble gum off the ground and gave it to me to use in the concoction. When we reached the store, I looked for the other ingredients. I saw fireworks and thought gunpowder might be part of the mix, but didn’t grab it yet. Instead I looked for syrup. Rafe was there, buying some and I asked if I could use some of his. He said “Sure!”

The groups continued to hang out for a time. Morning was coming, and people started heading to the buses to go home. I was one of the last to leave, but finally squeezed my way onto a bus. My consciousness remained outside looking in. As the bus began to move, the dim, drab bus station changed into this vibrant, shining white maze. I don’t recall the transition but maybe it had to do with my change in perspective? Anyways we took this very square path, then up this 45 degree incline up stairs. Then it straightens, tilts sideways and . . . out a door? We arrive at our destination: Long Island.

Somewhere in here I get a communication from Rebecca. It’s like all telepathic communications in dreams — a scene opens up in full 3D of her and her surroundings superimposed on my current scene, like a person-to-person gateway. Anyways, she’s upset that I’m not with her, that I didn’t find her after the small group gatherings. She tells me the end part of some inside joke about someone’s breasts getting “big, bigger, biggest!” I don’t quite get it but it sounds like it was funny.

So anyways I’m back in Long Island walking along these city sidewalks. The buildings aren’t very tall here. A bum approaches me and makes a joke. I ask him if I’m headed the right way. He asks where I’m headed and I say “Midtown” (Manhattan) and he says “You sure are!” Then he disengages, which surprises me because I thought he’d follow me asking for money (so he’s not a thought form). I go faster and faster on the road, then find myself on a bike (rationalization) and driving along exits, over bridges towards Manhattan. I wake up.