Two nights ago, I dreamed about my old neighborhood in Ballard, except the homes behind us sat on a rise and they were large opulent houses, like something you might find in pockets of Magnolia and Capitol Hill. In my dream, my parents were living in that area behind our house, and for some reason we kept trying to head there to visit, but despite ts close proximity were running into problems such as two dogs that kept getting in front of our car. There was also a woman there about our age who didn’t like me, kept calling me obnoxious, which hurt my feelings… I always have haunting/strange dreams about the areas surrounding my childhood home (in the past few months, the area above the Locks was a wooded hill, the land behind us sat on a hard to reach point, and many times in my life I’ve dreamed the gulley at the end of the block was a dangerous jungle/forest), so that wasn’t unusual. I believe the person who didn’t like me was a girl from my childhood, E, who always found my hyperactivity annoying; she and I never really hung out or talked, but had mutual friends plus attended school together, so we saw each other often. I remember in our tween years she was always making sarcastic comments around me and she lived in that area in my dream, so I suspect she made a random appearance there. I have not seen her or thought of her other than in passing in over 30 years — strange how that happens 🙂
Last night, I dreamed I was on the bus from downtown, which I dream about sometimes. The route was a long meandering one that my dream concocted, and there were two hipster guys (random people generated by my dream) who were sitting back by me, yakking it up and passing out treats from their deli. I ended up at a local pre-school, and I was supposed to join the school on a local field trip to the zoo, which was downtown in my dream, but we stopped for cupcakes first; I was concerned because I forgot to check in at the front desk and didn’t want them to think I was a stranger, so checked in with one of the teachers and was told that the person who had sponsored me was sick that day but I was welcome to join them another time, which I declined and left, but as I was leaving I was concerned because the school bus (which looked like a train) had pulled out in front of a car and nearly been hit, so I was worried about the driver’s ability to keep the kids safe. Then the dream switched and I was in our car with wife M, abd we were trying to drive up Queen Anne but having a difficult time of it, because first an older couple in front of us was driving way too slow, then they got behind a small car pulling a boat up the hill so it was even slower going, and I was really frustrated, complainingn about people who drive too slow and don’t pull over to let other cars by and also about people who walk out in street instead of using sidewalks. Then the car in front of us lost some of its boat supplies, so we got out to collect them but the people kept going so I was telling M we should just keep them. WHile we were stopped, we got pulled into a strange party that was a mixture of cake baking and a mystery theater and a costume party, and I was worried in my dream that the party was going to get really weird. It was a strange dream, and I was glad when the dream ended 🙂
When it starts getting dark earlier, I start going to bed earlier. This past week, I’m heading to bed by 9:20 and it feels great. Usually, I wake up around 5 – on weekends I read until I fall back asleep for another hour or so, but during the work week I don’t have that chance, so am stuck being awake at 5. If I go to bed at 10:30 it means I didn’t get enough rest, whereas if I go to bed at 9:20, I do. I love that. When I was in grad school and stopped working at the bar, I was so burned out from so many 3 AM nights that I went to bed at 8:30 for months on end. I really did enjoy it, when it’s dark. I just don’t feel my best when I go to bed too much past 10, and past 10:30 I am screwed.
Have been dreaming about my older cousin G the past few days, but the dreams are largely evaporating as I wake up. I remember in this last dream he was bragging about being 212 pounds to wife M and I, as I was eating some kind of soup, and a short time later he was out of the dream and I found myself in the heart of Ballard, and was trying to determine the fastest way to walk east back home (i.e. do I walk north to 65th, or just walk east)? G has been on FB a lot lately, and when he is I think about him and his health issues. It is strange to see someone you’ve known most of his whole life begin to have some serious chronic health issues such as stroke and heart failure at at 50. People could say the same thing about me and my lung disease, of course, but I also think I look so healthy since ending treatments a few years ago that people don’t think of me as having chronic illness (which of course is truly a mixed blessing).
My odd and vivid dreams continue after a break 2 nights ago. Last night:
Was at the gym, and someone was pulling a machine’s bar all the way across the room and releasing as part of his exercise, and I was privately worried that the bar was going to hurt me or someone as it hurtled across the room. I continued my workouts until on his second release the bar struck someone, who was annoyed and slightly hurt. Wife picked me up and we were on our way to our house, which turned out to be across the Ballard Bridge, which was in my dream actually I90. We crossed to Mercer Island, which were actually sheer cliffs, and I was sad that they were now building houses on those cliffs. Wife M had actually purchased us a house on those cliffs, and the house was nice except a gas station was part of our driveway and I didn’t say anything about my concerns because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Turns out, my cousin J on my dad’s side lived nearby, and a moment later we were at his house at a gathering of family and friends, except I couldn’t remember who anyone was except for he and my wife. People kept coming up to say hello and I had to fake remembering them. My cousin was actually extremely sick with some unfortunate wasting disease (in my dream), and I was disturbed how much he’d aged, and how sick he looked with his breathing machines and various bags, except he was trying to act like he was healthy and nothing was wrong. His wife was complaining publicly about his declining romantic skills and a very recent missed opportunity for him to be romantic with her, while he tried to act like everything was normal. He was falling into a medical episode as a I woke up. Quite a few of the wives at the family gathering were middle eastern women dressed in nice cocktail evening dresses. Bizarre dream that I didn’t realize was a dream of course until the alarm went off.