Wednesday, February 10, 2010

I Had A Dream

Literally. I dreamt last night that I was home...sort of. I was alone and traversing parts of my native province unknown to me with someone I did not know. It was very odd in some ways, yet strangely comforting and familiar. We drove, we window-shopped, we talked as we sat and watched the ocean (about what I know not now)...and when I stood to walk, I was suddenly gripped with a paralyzing fear when I started putting one foot in front of the other and realized I was standing a lot closer to the edge of a cliff on the shoreline than I would ever purposely go (I have a very big fear of heights...perhaps even a phobia). I was acutely aware of the fact that I was on an island and it felt like there was nowhere to go, even if I did get out of my current sticky situation. My mouth was dry and I was clinging to clumps of tall grass with white-knuckled hands, shaking and shivering a little in the cool breeze that had come out of nowhere, all the while attempting to hide my face - and my fear - from my travelling companion...who eventually clued in and helped me to reach more stable ground further inland. I remember thinking as I was standing there that the fear I felt was not one I had experienced in BC...which strikes me as odd, considering the heights in these parts are a lot higher than back home. Perhaps it was being above the ocean that did it? Anyway, we went and knocked on the door of an old weathered house that was reminiscent of the blackened, forgotten farm buildings and homesteads dotting the sides of the highway in some parts of BC (I had seen a man walk in and be greeted by a woman while I was feigning bravery amongst the rocks and grass earlier. I knew they were not married, but I also knew they were related somehow, either by blood or - more likely, through marriage). No one answered, but I could clearly see one side of the man's body sitting in a rocking chair in what I assume was the living room, through the connecting door frame of the kitchen as we stood on the ancient porch/patio(?) and somehow I knew he was reading the paper and that the woman was down the hall.


  1. Very very interesting dream, BG. One of my hobbies is dream analysis and your dream, IMHO, is all about change, clinging to the old and afraid of the new but some serious decisions need to be made, away from any distractions or influence and you need to do thorough research.

  2. I think Freudian psychoanalysts may have fun with that one.

    Speaking of Freudians, how many Freudian psychoanalysts does it take to screw in a light bulb?

    Two. One to screw in the light bulb and one to hold his penis - I mean ladder :)

  3. Thank you both for your comments!