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I thought my strange dreams were gone, and I was annoyed by this because I got no closure on them. "Regular" dreams returned, or as regular as they can get, they were strange, but without the same character as the others. Now I'm not so sure.
I had a dream yesterday.
I was in a swimming competition, and I had won the previous year (I suck at swimming, just throwing that out there), but this year I was out of shape, and the other girl was good. Really good.
It was a square pool, and we circled it, pressing a pad at each of the corners to clock our speeds. I don't know how many pads I hit, or how many times I was going around. I just swam, I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't stop. I just kept hitting the pads as I got to them. Then I began to notice that I was getting to the pads just a few seconds before the other girl. When I got to the last pad, I hit it and tore off my goggles just as the other girl hit it.
I looked around and everyone was just staring at me. Not cheering. I mean, I was pretty stoked, but I was the only one who felt that way.
I hopped up out of the pool and the judge threw a towel on my shoulders and asked me if I was hungry. "I have to go." I said. "Where are you going?" He asked. "I have to go." I repeated. "Lets get something to eat, to celebrate." He said.
The pool was in the parking lot of what almost looked like a Burger King, but as he opened the doors for me and I walked in, it seemed to melt into a VERY swanky restaurant, and I wasn't in my swimsuit and towel anymore.
I sat at the table and he handed me a menu. I opened it up and at first it was only pictures, pictures of all sorts of gorgeous and delicious looking foods, some pastas, a few seafood alfredos, and then a LOT of strange root and vegetable dishes. Roots I had never even heard of. The menu turned from only pictures to page after page full of words, only words describing the dishes, but I could still see them in my head.
Then the story was in the corner of the pages, a strange story I could almost swear I had heard before: a man goes on a journey to hell, for whatever reason, and rather than going the traditional way, he decides to swim the river Styx. He soon decides to let the river do the work, and lets himself drift downstream, taking multiple mermaids as wives, but each dies after only a short time. He then, after years of floating, finds a soul floating, stressed to the point of fading away, but he is drawn to it, and lifts her to the surface and takes hold of her, giving her the air she needs to keep going, and holding onto her so that whenever he gets out of hell, he will be able to take her with him.
After years of floating with the soul he has determined will be his new wife, he stumbles onto the shore in the living world, pulling her up with him, and finding that she was not just a soul, but another person swept under by the same current. He looks after her until she wakes, but when she wakes, he is heartbroken to find that her mind is fractured, and she moves from one object to the next, taking a little from each to the next. Like a bee. Just like a bee. And he stays with her, and swears that he will wait until her mind can see clearly enough to love him, and accept his love.
The whole time in the restaurant I'm reading this story, and trying to find something on the menu I want, but I'm just flipping through the pages, not really reading the whole menu, just random bits. A few words from one, then flipping to another page and reading a few words from another. The waiter is getting annoyed with how long it is taking me, and I feel terrible that I don't really have any idea what I'm doing or what I want, but I feel a sense of urgency that I can't place.
I peer above my menu at the judge, who is waiting patiently with a smile. And slowly, His appearance begins to change into someone I've seen before and even though it never changed completely before I woke up I somehow knew what it was going to be. And I had the fleeting thought before I woke up, that I had not been abandoned?
Somehow, this dream makes me more uneasy than the others. Not even just uneasy. I'm a little scared. Before, I never had strange dreams when Robbie was sleeping next to me, but that didn't seem to stop this one.
I had a dream yesterday.
I was in a swimming competition, and I had won the previous year (I suck at swimming, just throwing that out there), but this year I was out of shape, and the other girl was good. Really good.
It was a square pool, and we circled it, pressing a pad at each of the corners to clock our speeds. I don't know how many pads I hit, or how many times I was going around. I just swam, I couldn't breathe, but I couldn't stop. I just kept hitting the pads as I got to them. Then I began to notice that I was getting to the pads just a few seconds before the other girl. When I got to the last pad, I hit it and tore off my goggles just as the other girl hit it.
I looked around and everyone was just staring at me. Not cheering. I mean, I was pretty stoked, but I was the only one who felt that way.
I hopped up out of the pool and the judge threw a towel on my shoulders and asked me if I was hungry. "I have to go." I said. "Where are you going?" He asked. "I have to go." I repeated. "Lets get something to eat, to celebrate." He said.
The pool was in the parking lot of what almost looked like a Burger King, but as he opened the doors for me and I walked in, it seemed to melt into a VERY swanky restaurant, and I wasn't in my swimsuit and towel anymore.
I sat at the table and he handed me a menu. I opened it up and at first it was only pictures, pictures of all sorts of gorgeous and delicious looking foods, some pastas, a few seafood alfredos, and then a LOT of strange root and vegetable dishes. Roots I had never even heard of. The menu turned from only pictures to page after page full of words, only words describing the dishes, but I could still see them in my head.
Then the story was in the corner of the pages, a strange story I could almost swear I had heard before: a man goes on a journey to hell, for whatever reason, and rather than going the traditional way, he decides to swim the river Styx. He soon decides to let the river do the work, and lets himself drift downstream, taking multiple mermaids as wives, but each dies after only a short time. He then, after years of floating, finds a soul floating, stressed to the point of fading away, but he is drawn to it, and lifts her to the surface and takes hold of her, giving her the air she needs to keep going, and holding onto her so that whenever he gets out of hell, he will be able to take her with him.
After years of floating with the soul he has determined will be his new wife, he stumbles onto the shore in the living world, pulling her up with him, and finding that she was not just a soul, but another person swept under by the same current. He looks after her until she wakes, but when she wakes, he is heartbroken to find that her mind is fractured, and she moves from one object to the next, taking a little from each to the next. Like a bee. Just like a bee. And he stays with her, and swears that he will wait until her mind can see clearly enough to love him, and accept his love.
The whole time in the restaurant I'm reading this story, and trying to find something on the menu I want, but I'm just flipping through the pages, not really reading the whole menu, just random bits. A few words from one, then flipping to another page and reading a few words from another. The waiter is getting annoyed with how long it is taking me, and I feel terrible that I don't really have any idea what I'm doing or what I want, but I feel a sense of urgency that I can't place.
I peer above my menu at the judge, who is waiting patiently with a smile. And slowly, His appearance begins to change into someone I've seen before and even though it never changed completely before I woke up I somehow knew what it was going to be. And I had the fleeting thought before I woke up, that I had not been abandoned?
Somehow, this dream makes me more uneasy than the others. Not even just uneasy. I'm a little scared. Before, I never had strange dreams when Robbie was sleeping next to me, but that didn't seem to stop this one.
