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Winter Storm Rocky

Posted on 2013.02.27 at 00:00

I looked outside last night and don't know whether it was the full moon doing what full moon's do; illuminating the entire area brightly, the snow, which reflected all light onto houses and objects around it, or both. It was still, and quiet, and at midnight - beautiful.

I dreamed I re-enrolled in college. I was traversing the sprawling campus trying to get my bearings, struggling to remember where my locker was, what the combination was, where my classes were. I think I remembered the order in which I had them. It wasn't a tough schedule - four classes every other day - but I remember excelling in some and failing others. I never seemed to have time to do all the assignments. I would sit next to the same people in each class and absolutely be intent on getting all my homework completed, but after class I found it was the beginning of class again and I hadn't finished the assignment. How did that keep happening? Subsequently I was always behind; not ever prepared for the class I was in.

This time it would be different. I was trying to find the registrar's office to get my schedule, but each office was its own department and independent of each other. Not only could I not get all the information I required in a centralized location, but each office, while aware of the other offices' existence, didn't know where they were located within the building. I spent hours wandering around the crowded hallways. This was going to make me late for my first class, the one I was never prepared for. No one there was going to be surprised. It was a mathematics class, taught by a dour, white-haired gentleman that looked a lot like an unfriendly Peter Graves.

I knew michelle1963 would help me out, as she taught at this campus. Taking a long, circuitous route I finally found her classroom, but she was already in session and I didn't want to interrupt. Making my way back to one front-office where the receptionist was trying to help a couple of jocks read words on a form, the registrar pulled out my enrollment history. It was on one of those large desktop calendars, where I could see entire blocks of withdraw/incomplete. "That was the period I had moved to Kansas. I'm back now." Apparently this situation had never arisen before, because it seemed awfully complex. And she didn't have my schedule. Nor was she aware of which department might.

As I awoke from this one, I couldn't determine whether or not the campus or the classes were ever real, and I was simply dreaming about my past, or if this was just a dream. As the cobwebs further cleared, while I still wasn't sure whether or not any of this ever took place in real life, I assumed that it must be a recurring dream - same campus, classes and faces over and over again which made it seem more like a real memory. Now that I am fully awake I can assure you none of it was real, but what a hell of a realistic dream when you awake and you have no idea.

The night before I dreamed I was at some sort of AA meeting for dumbasses - people who had a difficult time thinking, or behaved abhorrently because they thought it was permissible to do so. I was an observer in the class with a cover story fabricating my own bad behavior if I should be approached. The dream started out in folding chairs and afterward the small group of us walked down a quiet, tree-lined asphalt road on a clear, starlit night. We then had to traverse a narrow turquoise iron girder bridge. One of the troubled men there was talking to me, about what I don't recall. But suddenly we heard the whine of...the Batmobile! Specifically, its turbine engine. The rough-looking guy adjacent me had a look of shock and surprise on his face, but I knew it to be a 1962 Ford Galaxie, and was unsurprised to see a turquoise one turn down the street and accelerate away with its tell-tale engine whine. (I should mention that in my dream the 1962 Ford Galaxy was actually a 1959 Thunderbird...with a 1957 Cadillac Eldorado/Coupe de Ville front "bullet" bumper, making it appear as if it were one of those early turbine prototype cars.)

In my dream the AA meeting for dumbasses, asphalt road, girder bridge and turquoise car all happened two or three times in succession, only the last couple of walks was with my son & daughter, and catttitude. It was like my dream was caught in a loop.


(Anonymous) at 2013-02-27 12:03 (UTC) (Link)

Test, just a test

Hello. And Bye.
ehowton at 2013-02-27 17:55 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Test, just a test

michelle1963 at 2013-02-27 13:15 (UTC) (Link)
Your dream about being college - can't find where you need to be exactly, unable to finish the assignments due to external circumstances, yet feeling a great compulsion to do your best to do what is being expected of you, reminds me of a dream I have had repeatedly: I call them may hospital dreams. In these dreams I am always at work, having been rehired at a hospital where i used to work, and I have a task to complete that becomes ridiculously impossible. Usually, I am sent to draw blood on a patient who I can never find. I roam halls, stairwells, walk seemingly for miles while the hospital corridors, slowly change into warehouse cat walks, and I become hopelessly lost. I try to explain the warehouse away as the new wing they must be building, but eventually as I continue, the warehouse mutates into something else, also not the hospital.

The other thing that often occurs in these hospital dreams is that I need desperately to get in touch with someone, but am never able to complete the phone call. I can't remember the number; I can't find the number; I dial so exceedingly slow as if made of molasses, I start getting the line is off the hook beep before I can finish dialing, and lastly, the numbers on the phone move around so I keep dialing the wrong number.

Lots of turquoise in your AA meeting for dumbasses.
ehowton at 2013-02-27 17:59 (UTC) (Link)
Turquoise: I looked it up last night, something along the lines of energy, peace prosperity and personal growth.
michelle1963 at 2013-02-28 05:59 (UTC) (Link)
Turquoise - a step in the right direction. :)
pcofwildthings at 2013-03-02 00:51 (UTC) (Link)
Do you think someone has already written the book, AA for Dumbasses?

Funny, I had a very colorful dream last night and woke up realizing that the predominant color was green (bright green, John Deere green, kelly green). Various people dressed in green, and my nephew playing with a spray bottle of diluted green paint, which he, of course, had to aim at me.

I have variations of your college dream, usually fraught with similar obstacles. The last few, I've actually known it was a dream partway through (that I had already graduated, so WTF was this about), but I still let the dream go on for a while just to see where it would go.
ehowton at 2013-03-02 01:07 (UTC) (Link)
From the dreambook: If green appears in your dream, are you experiencing new growth? On the positive side, green is linked to feelings of calm and hope, but on the negative side it is associated with jealousy.

Yeah for me the NOT KNOWING whether it was real or not really freaked me out for awhile. A couple of times I had memories of running through an open green field in Maine before I remembered that was a Stephen King novel I had read in my teens and not a real memory, so I'm kinda used to it.
pcofwildthings at 2013-03-02 01:17 (UTC) (Link)
New growth? Some, yes. Calm and hope are good. Jealousy, nope. Or maybe I've been thinking about St. Patrick's Day and things Irish (not untrue). Anyway, that dreambook is awesome. Thanks for the lookup.
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