Dream Journal

Rebecca and I are staying in a resort in an area like Lake Tahoe. She sets up this adventure of sorts involving a cave and then parachuting off this cliff over the sea. It’s part of a flash mob thing. I’m amazed she would do something so daring. Then, back in our room, I hear this guy yelling really loud. I look out the window. Down below there’s this cave with a river and everyone’s dressed like pirates. This is an attempt to get more people to join the parachuting.

Without meaning to, I merged the resort and the cliff parachuting scene, resulting in the resort appearing to be on the cliff’s edge. Seeing this, I wondered “shouldn’t it fall over backwards down the cliff face?” And then it does. I thought about all the stuff everybody had lost in the collapse, and then decided to go back inside. I somehow got to our room, and it was intact. I wondered if this was a huge trick of sorts. Then the room shifted and started to move along this rail along the back side of the resort, along this frame that spanned the entire back of it. Then it turned and started moving upwards along another rail to its original position on the 2nd or 3rd floor. There, a man was waiting with these big spikes to fasten the room into the rail where it belonged. I watched as little dents in the rail opened up as he pushed the spikes into place. It was weird, though, as the room seemed to be backwards, or somehow facing another direction.