The View Dream

For this dream’s beginning, I was with a large gathering for a dinner in a big banquet room. The dinner wasn’t formal although the round tables were all covered with white table cloths, china, crystal glasses, and silverware. Everyone was dressed informally in jeans or slacks. I knew many people there as friends. I wasn’t staying, though.

Just before leaving, I happened to look out a window. We were in either a high-building or a place on a high hill. I don’t know which. I chanced to go by a window. The window provided a gorgeous panoramic view of a bay with bridges. Calm indigo waters filled the bay under a perfect azure sky.

I raised the blinds to more fully see the scene, and then called to some of my friends, telling them to come see the view. Several came. We looked out on the sun-blessed world and remarked on the tranquil, peaceful curative that the scene provided.

I left.

I headed out across some fills and found myself traveling in parallel to a column of brawny men. Their garb suggested something out of an age one thousand years before. From what I gathered, they were planning some picnic or festival. Sometimes they chanted.

Encountering a man walking the other way, he asked me about where we were going, and why I wasn’t dressed like the rest. I told him with a smile that I was part of that group and that I didn’t know who they were or where they were going. I smiled as I said this, and then waved at the men, who seemed to have been following my conversation with the stranger. As I finished speaking, I said, “This is my turn,” and turned onto a path that ran perpendicular to their travels.

I followed the run through a field of short, tarnished gold grasses and came to an asphalt street. It was far from the intersection where you’re supposed to cross. A few others were talking about crossing the road but were unsure how to go about it. They began resigning themselves to going to the intersection so they could safely and legally cross.

I, though, decided that I’d chance it there. No vehicles were coming and the visibility was good, so why not? After crossing and reaching the other shoulder, I noticed that others had crossed with me. Then I saw a pair of police officers walking down the shoulder toward me. I suspected that they were going to ticket me or make a big deal about what I’d done but I decided that I didn’t care. I knew where I was going and didn’t want to be delayed.

Finding another sketchy path, I continued on my through another field of tarnished golden grasses.

The dream ended.

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  1. I am always impressed about how much detail you remember from your dreams, Michael. Once in a while I can remember parts of them, but not many. I am glad your dreams are as vivid and unique as mine though. ~nan

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    1. Thanks, nan. Remembering dreams is a curious process for me. There are so many dreams, and memories of them, that I leave details out because it becomes too time-consuming to keep remembering.

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    1. Thank you. I try to stay true to the dream, which I think imparts that dreamlike essence. I often wonder if I remember so much because I dislike vacuums, so I make things up to fill the gap. When will they ever invent the dreamcorder?

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      1. It’s like the only cool riff thingy I can play on the piano. Oh and replying to your comment initially brought the following out of me:

        Upside down, we’re all living with an upside frown. Doesn’t matter if you’re a girl or guy, your lips must always resemble a smile.
        The proclaimers walked 500 miles and then they walked 500 more to be the men who walked 1000 miles with a girl &piano down the road.

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