I don’t remember my dreams often, and when I do it is generally just snapshots. There is a common thread that winds through my dreams of traveling, of going somewhere. There is even a kind of a common landscape to my travels. It is a very pretty landscape, actually — bright and colorful cities and villages with rivers and amusement parks. I cannot really remember a lot of details from the journeys, and I can’t pinpoint the feeling of it either. It doesn’t seem to be difficult or painful, and it isn’t happy and exciting either. It just is.
I’ve ended up in amusement parks a few times in this journey. Again, I don’t remember a lot of details. Last night there were a couple of roller coasters. I rode them in the dream, and actually felt that stomach dropping feeling. It was scary, but I knew it would be okay. But then I was getting a roller coaster which actually had a dip at the end where you flip upside down. I’d been on it before, knew it was a little scary, but I remembered sitting in the seat, holding onto the bar in front of me, and I knew that although it was scary it wasn’t actually dangerous. And besides, it was part of the journey. The rails didn’t end where they began, and I had to get to the other side to continue to where I was going.
But when I went to get on the roller coaster, only some of the seats were roller coaster-type seats, and they were all full. The other seats were all tables and chairs. I wasn’t really sure about that … it seemed like it wouldn’t be safe on a roller coaster to sit in unanchored seats at unanchored tables, but then I thought that the people running the roller coaster surely wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t safe. I’m mulling over the power of centrifugal force and talking to a fellow traveler, but finally I decided that no, it didn’t seem safe. I went to the man who was running the roller coaster and he treated me like I was stupid, said I had to sit in the chair at the table. But I decided to stand up for myself, and along with the fellow traveler (some unknown person), I went and got some legal papers to serve on the man, stating that he had promised to get me safely to the next stage in the journey and since the way he was proposing was not safe, he would have to provide an alternative means for me to get there.
Lately I have also had a couple of dreams that I am trying to get somewhere and the GPS in my car goes out. In the dreams there is always a moment of panic before I resolve to just follow the freeway signs…. These GPS dreams aren’t like my journey dreams. They take place on ordinary freeways. My journey dreams take place in that pretty, fantasy like setting.
I have always believed that life is a journey. I’m sure my dreams tell me something about where I am along the way. I’m not very good at interpreting them, though.