August 2, 2007

• Dreaming of the Short Bus

  I dreamed last night (this morning?) that a bunch of people, myself included, somehow arrived at an island in the middle of nowhere. I’m not sure if we crashed in a ship or a plain. The dream reminded me of the show, Lost, because the island kept changing. Sometimes it was an island, sometimes an office, sometimes a rundown urban sprawl…. in all it switched to five or so different places, but I only recall the three. Not everyone switched to different places, in fact it seemed to be just myself, though others were aware there were other places to go. So the people on the island were getting close to starvation because whatever food had arrived with them, they had mostly eaten up. No one knew how to forrage or even what to forrage, and I couldn’t bring food with me from the other places. Depsite the fact that I could go elsewhere, I spent most of my time at the island. It was very beautiful with tremendous waterfalls and massive beaches. I decided to hunt the sharks that came into a dark and rocky cove on one side of the island, so the people on the island would have something to eat. Everyone protested that it was too difficult, that I would be hurt, and then no one would be around to take care of them. But I jumped in anyway and speared a shark nearly as big as myself and hauled it to shore before its blood in the water could cause a feeding frenzy.  I thought I could remove the skin and preserve it like leather, but it just kind of peeled off in ratty pieces when I rubbed it. And the flesh of the shark similarly fell away from the “bones” as if it were already cooked. So I continued switching through the different places (worlds?) even though the people on the island kept complaining that they wanted me to stay and take care of them. And then while on the island, I died somehow… maybe I fell down a waterfall? And I was in a bus with a bunch of old people, and one I knew in the dream I didn’t like. (I think it was actually my great grandmother, but I only say that because she’s the only old person I can think of who was unkind to me in this life.) So I was really upset that I was in this bus, going to an afterlife with someone I didn’t like and a bunch of people I equated with the person I didn’t like because I didn’t know them. Outside the bus, all the various places I’d been able to go aside from the island were passing by, but there was a chainlink fence up along the route, so even if I had been able to get out of the bus, I couldn’t have gone anywhere. The bus itself was sometimes on a road and other times in a river. It seemed I’d been dead all along, as was everyone in all the places I’d been, but now I was really dead, dead, and going some place else. 

  And I was really annoyed by that.

  So this dream was really odd, not the least of which because I believe that we create our afterlives based on what we expect to find. That kind of fits into the dream in that I could change my reality as I wished, but I shouldn’t have been upset that I was with someone I didn’t like because I already think we all go to the same place(s), it’s just a matter of perception.

  

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