Dream Journal

Rebecca and I had decided to get two dogs — a mom and her puppy. They were light brown, medium-sized dogs with long hair. We went to this crazy place to make the final arrangements. It was a couple’s house, but it was also the king of roadside attractions, as you’ll see. When we first arrived, it was just us and the lady. She was a pretty ordinary looking country lady. She invited us in and we walked down some stairs. She was getting us some stuff for the dogs. She went into another room. The kids were with us now, excited about the dogs. I began to hear a hissing sound. I got the feeling it was a snake but didn’t see one. The mama dog was interested in something under the couch. After not being able to see what it was, I think I looked THROUGH the couch and saw the snake — it was a black, yellow, and red striped one that I thought might be dangerous. I called out to the lady. It bit the dog on the paw, but the dog didn’t react. I reasoned that maybe the snake just bit the dog’s long hair. This whole scene with the snake may have been a rationalization reverie.

Anyways, the lady returned with some various-sized bottles of milk and other supplies which she gave us. We all returned to the main counter. This is around where Rebecca and the kids and dogs left — perhaps because they were waking up around this time. I stayed behind. The lady asked if I could do canning. Confused, I said no. Her husband came up the stairs (I jumped into him momentarily as he did so) and he took me into another room, like a barn workshop. Here he gave a demonstration of how to can dog food. He started with a can and then coated it with what looked like nacho cheese, and that was the secret to keeping it sealed. I zoned out as he started the description, knowing I wasn’t actually going to can my own dog food.

Then I ended up back in an extension of the first room, I think. I didn’t have the supplies anymore, and reasoned that I must have set the supplies down in this dirty shelving unit. I began digging through them, collecting (projecting) what I had before, but I couldn’t quite remember. I picked up a jar of something white, unsure if it was one of the things she gave us, and she, misunderstanding, said that sure, we could take that, too, as part of the deal. I tried to explain that I was just trying to find what she’d given me previously.

Then I looked out the window. Outside, a river flowed past, right up against the back of the house. In the river were odd pink spires about 6 feet tall, a natural wonder of some sort. The far bank of the river was rock, and had cut through a small hill further back. This was a wondrous place, and I wanted to explore and play back there. I asked her about the spires. She said they were plants, and in my mind she showed me a kind of plant tree. The green trunk and branches were all made of stem-like material (no wood or bark), but it was as big as a tree. Instead of leaves, each branch ended in a club-like cluster. She explained that they reproduced sexually, but required people to help. Confused, I asked how (directly into her mind). She said people had to go out and collect something from the clusters of one tree and bring it to another. I looked back at the spires in the river. These were pink and made of a single “branch”. I wondered if they’d been covered over in some kind of growth related to the river.

I was now in the back yard. Beyond the river it was grassy and the land rose. At the top of the rise I could see over the other side. There was an overgrown country road running the same direction as the river. On the far side was a fence, then the grassy fields continued for a few acres before ending in trees. People were scattered about there, and the atmosphere was excited and expectant. Something fell from the sky, and one group of people ran over to get it. I wondered if it was a satellite. It was blue, mechanical, and about the size of a soccer ball. After this I think I went into a fantasy where a much larger satellite fell. I remember thinking I wanted to tell Rebecca I saw three things fall from the sky.

Things got crazier. More and more people were showing up. I returned to the house. There was a huge line of people filing in past the front desk between the downstairs room and the barn workshop. I did some exploring and ended up in an underground area beneath the house. To the right was an Egyptian-themed club, sparkling with rich splendor, and filled with topless black women in Egyptian costumes. I went along a hall where other such themed areas were. The rush of people was getting intense and I decided it was time to head back while I still could.

I found my way out onto the dirt entrance road. As I traveled along it back towards the main paved road, something odd happened. The light dimmed, and a movie started playing in my head. I don’t recall what it was, but when the movie ended and the light returned, I was disturbed. I thought that such a thing shouldn’t happen, shouldn’t be possible. I thought their “technology” was really impressive. Note that it seems like my dream self is the one who is disturbed, while my waking self is making explanation rationalizations.

Soon I’m driving in my car back home (?). I’m driving crazy and there is some kind of accident or something…