People, Places, and Things

So, upon starting this blog, I have realized that many of my dreams are incoherent. Okay, that might seem obvious, but as with everything, there is a certain relativity for adjectives. Last nights dreams were rather spotty, but did reveal that there are some places I enjoy 'visiting'.

For instance, a short dream I had last night took place at Elk Lake, where my family summered while I was growing up. In the dream, we were swimming. Oddly, by the trees rather then the beach. I have always had an aversion to touching lake bottoms that were not sandy and firm, and by the trees on Elk Lake, the bottom becomes rocky and has plant growth.

While we stood over there (I really am not sure who the people were) someone returned in a boat from across the lake. They had come into possession of a water/air pressure powered rocket. The rocket piece was only a cone, but it had tremendous range and accuracy. I target a group in a small rowboat a good hundred yards out and launched. The rocket shot almost straight up in the air, and landed right next to the girl sitting in the middle of the boat! It was amazing how accurate it was, and also a little frightening that I almost hit someone with it. Oops.

Elk Lake is one of my favorite places to dream about. The dreams are almost always about being in the lake, swimming or boating. Like traveling through time.

The dream shot to a bizarre scene of a small lake, more like a pond, where I was loading up a small fishing boat onto a trailer. It had the feeling like many of my boat dreams of late. The water was drying up, and it was almost a race to get the boat from the water before it ended up 'beached'. In this small pond, however, someone was fishing. They were salmon fishing, and the water 'seemed' really deep although it was only about 12' or so at it's deepest. When fishing for salmon on Lake Michigan, we would run the lines to depths of 80+ feet. And that is where the confusing part of this pond rested.

The fish were deep, yet I could see them. And the fisherman's hook. I noticed his jigging caused the fish to go into a frenzy. I yelled that they were starting to boil and I threw my line in as well. I battled the first one to the shore. I had never seen a salmon, or any other fish, fight so hard. I managed to get it ashore, and into the boat. I had four fish in the boat when I finished up and was ready to leave.

The theme of the disappearing water is one I have often in different ways. Usually, it's on Lake Powell, on a houseboat. Venturing into different canyons along the lake. The geography of the lake in my dreams suggested that each canyon was essentially a small lake unto itself. The boat had to cross over a shallow 'lip' as it entered. Once inside, the water level would be very low. Grass and seaweed was exposed along with wet sand that had only recently been under water.

In other dreams, I would be in a cruise ship navigating shallow waterways. These were always exciting as they often required the ship to generate great momentum to overcome the patches of exposed land along our path. The ship often had the feeling that it's occupants were displaced persons, looking for a new place to settle. In a couple of dreams, the huge ocean liner would have to gain great amounts of speed in an attempt to horizontally descend a waterfall.

Another reoccurring dream that really has no relation to anything I dreamt about last night is one of war. Of a huge invasion, almost as if from another planet. Huge ships made attacks from high up in the atmosphere. You could see them at night like brilliant satellites orbiting the planet. And horrible ground assaults with tanks and warbots. Almost always I was at my father's house in Michigan, hiding and defending. It would always be dark, disturbed only by the glow from the fires in near by neighborhoods. These dreams always give me a sense of fear and calm.