Wednesday, August 3, 2011

New Discovery in an Old House and the Flying Giant

Restless nights, for me, lead to odd dreams when I eventually fall asleep. Before the dreaming happened I imagined there was some sort of naming quest I had to complete before falling asleep. I had to think of certain items or ideas and I was frantic. Then I realized I was just trying to fall asleep after hearing the cat clawing at the door or Odin moving to a new sleeping place and collapsing on the floor with a thump. Finally, sleep.

I was in a house. It was a house I recognized as my own but not any house I've ever lived in in real life. I have dreams with this situation often. What was different this time was that there was some sort of loud party happening with random people coming in and out. I was stressed out because of a police presence that I didn't see but knew was nearby. Then I saw this older white couple that lived in the house with us. I had forgotten that they lived there since they kept to themselves but there they were, in the party, standing in the kitchen, awkwardly in the way. I tried speaking to them but communication was difficult. This led to a discovery just past what I previously thought was the boundary of the kitchen. There was a whole other section of the house, another kitchen (smaller and less well equipped), another living room with nice furniture, a sitting room with wonderful views of a mountain and the sea.

I yelled to Liia about all the extra furniture we could take into the main part of the house. This wasn't the property of our old white housemates, it had just been sitting there, for years perhaps. I went into the sitting room and looked out the window. The mountain was tan and red and jutted out of the water. Someone was sitting in an inner tube, lounging in the water, floating along. The next few moments were a blur. A airplane came careening out of nowhere and smoke obscured the floating man in the sea. The plane zoomed past my view and towards what I discovered was long stretch of beach, similar to the most familiar beaches to me in South Florida. Plenty of people were watching this airplane crash into the sea and a giant emerged, walking in the water to I don't know where. Again, it was a blur.

Suddenly I was piloting a small plane. I remember red. There was no window to see ahead of me, just small windows on the side. I don't know how I got in the plane and I didn't know how to pilot it. I kept swooping up and down, panicking until I also crashed into the sea. Then I was on the shore and in a car, speaking with friends. I don't remember the conversation but I looked down to my phone and said to them, "I can rewind this" or something along those lines. I pressed a button and I was back at the window, staring at the floating man in the sea. The plane reappeared, slightly smaller this time, and crashed closer to the mountain. I hit rewind again. The same scene, slightly different, and the giant reemerged and came walking towards me. He shrank as he came closer which is to say he appeared exactly the same size, out of context, until he was directly in front of me, the size of an average sized man. He wore brown colors, rags. He was dirty and painted dark colors. Short hair. Think warlike characters from videogames who might have guns or might use melee weapons. That doesn't help but that's what I thought.

Soon we were in a room and others were there as well. He was talking to me about something. I had some sort of problem or was lacking some sort of knowledge. He was promising to fix this, to enlighten me or teach me or fix me. I don't remember which it was. I was sitting on a chair, white if I remember correctly. He walked behind me and lightly placed his hands on my shoulders. He began to speak, the process was about to start. I was excited and prepared to see what would happen. I wanted to know what I didn't know. I wanted to understand something new.

It was at that moment that my fucking alarm went off and I slowly rose from the bed to let the dog out, take a shower, and make my way to the bus stop to attend a conference. I am there now, writing this as the keynote speaker is talking about education and technology and blogging and twitter and facebook and cognition and other interesting things.

I desperately want to know what the giant/non-giant had to teach me.

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