Dream Journal

Last night’s dreams were some of the longest ever, including three long epics. The most recent was in this nature reserve. Rebecca and I escaped this school function by rollerblading down a hill, then we just kept going. At one point, I wanted to stop and tighten my laces but I passed a rattlesnake at the side of the road, then two more. We got to a place without any snakes and I stopped. We continued on into a more foresty place. I jumped in a river that was supposed to be filled with piranhas. I was scared but there were none. After a while we set out again and there were snakes in the path ahead to avoid. The snakes all had their heads up. We had a guide who did well and so did Rebecca, but I freaked out and slid down the slope past hundreds more snakes before leaping into a tree. A bunch of people came to my rescue and plowed the snakes away. There was a headmaster and many people at this place. They were all so friendly and would hold my hand and talk to me and smile. I opened up to it slowly but much later in the dream I was embracing this openness entirely. The head guy, who I didn’t like at first, asked me to work for him. I didn’t answer at first, but eventually decided I would listen to his offer. I liked these people.

There were two other long epics: one in San Francisco, and one rebuilding some ancient civilization built of rock and sand. Some of it was underground with holes to the surface. I’ve dreamed of it before.