Dream Journal

Rebecca and I were on a trip to an amazing place. The first thing I remember is coming to the flat sandy top of this mountain island. It was as if the top of the mountain were shaved off and it was all sand like a beach. From this center of this height, I walked towards the edge. The landscape below slowly revealed itself to me as I did. To the left, a brief area of tall rounded green spires. To the right of that, tall hills, and then an amazing purple-blue city structure in east asian style along a curving beach, then the sea between it and the island.

My walk to the edge was awe-inspiring and I recreated it again and recorded it. There was a map in my head of this place. All up and down the rest of the mountain island and mainland were marked areas, and I could see that this place was full of attractions and things to see. It all had the feeling of an unknown culture that I was eager to explore. I said to Rebecca “What country is this?!” and she said, “The United States” as if it were obvious. Huh? No.. I pulled up a map in my head, and it was a small country in a packed area of small countries in the vicinity of what we know as Thailand.

We were communicating across dreams. She was in the United States.

Shortly after that we were on a huge metal ship, top almost as tall as the mountaintop beach, moving slowly along the coast between the island and the city. It was the size of a cruise ship but much more industrial-looking.