An intense week for dreams. Perhaps because of heavy, poignant sleep.
Last night:
I am driving in my kia with someone else, and it's almost midnight and the new year. We're looking up at the moon as I drive, because there is also going to be a total lunar eclipse at midnight. It's getting closer and the moon looks spectacular. We end up in Hollywood - I get a materialistic hipster vibe, and I see the people outside these restaurants cheer because the new year just happened. I'm fucked, because I wasn't even looking at the moon, and if midnight passed it means I'm late for work. Apparently I'm supposed to be serving at one of these uppity restaurants. I go into one through the backdoor, where two of my now married high school friends, Brittany and Katie, are also servers. We were pretty close in high school, or as close as I got to anyone really, so maybe not that close. In the dream they were wearing ornate engagement and wedding rings. I look down at my hands and saw only a thick, clear plastic ring on my right ring finger. Ha ha, I make some kind of joke. Then there is controversy because one of them has their kids here and their estranged spouse is upset that they're out so late, and I try to fix it by making apple hummus with a mortar and pestle for the kiddos and showing the spouse what a fun time they're having.
Sunday night:
I remember being on another planet. It's a small planet with a thin atmosphere, which I can tell because the curve of the planet is visible from where I stand, and the sky is deep, deep blue. Or maybe I'm just high altitude. I'm in a mountainous place that looks like south america and some of the more remote places of the trinity alps - rich, green vegetation, deep blue lakes, jutting granite (?) rock formations, a kind of surreality about it all, probably since I'm usually inside procrastinating. I'm in a berry field with Vance and I think Ellen, also from high school. They're raspberries and look dusted with crystallized sugar, but they're actually frozen. I taste them and they're sweet. We're on some kind of adventure, but talking about life and adult decisions as we go.
At the edge of the berry field is a steep drop off with a rock wall. I go to climb down and realize I've navigated to a protruding overhang that I don't have the strength or will to overcome. This is too hard, I think, I shouldn't be expected to do this, I will just let go because it's absurd. Then I look down, and see no kind of support system on the ground or air - I realize if I let go I'll fall a great height and break my back or die. I'll just have to see how strong I am. So, I force myself to find what strength I have and work back to the left where the incline is straight instead of protruding. I make it there and also find a rope for repelling. I climb down the rock wall now with glee, holding the rope and kicking way back from the wall as I lose height.
On the ground we're in a grassy sunny place with trees and these simple wooden structures, like an ineffective porch swing and a wooden crate basket, all overgrown with honeysuckle. Someone's well intentioned project. I realize this was meant to be PE equipment and my middle school PE coach Sam Jackson is around here somewhere. Uh oh. I ask Vance a question but everything he says sounds like air escaping. He sounds like the bottom of an aerosol can, with the bead rattling around. I want to shake him so I can understand better! I remember (erroneously, but true in dream world) that he used to fill aerosol cans before he was a mallet sewer.
Saturday night:
I was somewhere... and I got a call from Vheya on my cell phone, who was three in the dream. At the place I was at, I was neglecting her - not intentionally but because I had to be somewhere for work or something and she said it was okay. But now she was ready to be picked up. I asked where she was and she was silly and vague - by some tower of dried indian corn... near a road... She finally asked someone for a specific location and I started to bike over there to get her. It became stormy, flashing lightning and a downpour of rain, as I biked up and down hills on empty, wide streets. I got her home (dry apparently) to her mother's house and she went into her room and got on her computer. I wanted to talk to her and hang out with her, but she clearly seemed annoyed by people around because she wanted to learn things from wikipedia. She was also clearly a genius three year old.
