Dream Journal

Context: Last night I watched Rick & Morty about eating the spaghetti guts of dead people.

I go out to a boat floating on the ocean, not far from the shore. I’m just walking on the water, rationalizing floating docks as I go. There are 6-7 people holding onto the back of the boat, stretched out in the water. Rebecca is at the far end. I step onto the back of the boat, then get down in the water next to her. The girl next to her keeps looking at me with bright eyes. I tap her foot underwater with mine, jokingly making her think it’s a fish. After a few minutes, Rebecca swims off. I follow after her, but get distracted looking at shells. As I focus down on an interesting shell, the surface of the water disappears, along with the sand covering the bottom and I am looking at an endless seafloor purely made up of interesting shells. I’m floating now, but rationalizing that I’m standing. I’m fascinated by a blue crab there. It crawls off. There’s one shell design repeated a lot and I pick one up, but when I flip it over, I see that there’s a sea anemone within, so I put it back. I pick up another, and there’s a crab living within. I forego the shells and note this really interesting shimmering dark rock ledge. I pry off a few bits of the dark rock and stick them in my pocket.

I return to our house and try to tell Rebecca what I found, but she’s preoccupied. I take the rock bits out of my pocket and find they’re smaller. I think they must have broken up in my pocket but of course they are shrunken thought forms. I dump out my pockets. . . . I’m briefly interrupted in my sleep by Rebecca’s scream downstairs and a thudding sound as she attempts to crush a roach running around. Knowing she can handle it, I return to the dream. . . . As I dump out my pockets, suddenly there is the blue crab, full size (freshly created by my looking). It scurries around, and Rebecca wakes up from her reverie. She grabs it with some tongs, but in so doing breaks through the shell. I go to it, and the crab shell is empty inside. I pick it up to put it on the table but all these crab guts spill out, hanging from the shell. I recognize a string of eggs in a tube in the bunch. I put it on the table, and the guts are mostly in the form of a thick, slick, intestinal tube. I begin looking around with the kids for a cardboard box to put the eggs in, then switch to looking for a bucket. We fill it with water and put the eggs in, but the crab guts now have a long train of baby crabs starting to move within another transparent tube. I get them and the eggs into the bucket, but the bucket is hardly big enough, and they start to crawl out and escape. Now there are baby crabs running all over the house, and I’m trying to step on them but keep missing. They grow quickly and I catch one that is now bigger than my hand with a really interesting long shell set.