What Dreams May Come

Dreams, what are they, what do they mean, why do we care?

Friday, February 18, 2005

Dream 2-18-05

Last nights dream included a stay at my parent's house. I remember being in a room like my old room there, only it had three walls with windows in them, and was very radiant with streaming sunlight (my old room only had two walls with windows and faced north -east so only got radiant sunlight first thing in the morning. Both of my brothers were in my dream, but Jared played a bigger role. By the end of the dream, I was staying Jared's old room. In the dream, Q had come home with me. We weren't dating or anything and I remember being conscious of trying to keep things simple between us because I knew he didn't want a relationship. Initially we had a meal together, I think but he spent a lot of time off, doing his own thing, like work on his art and other things.

I came across two sculptures that he'd made at an art fair while I was on my way to someplace in Columbia. I was waiting in line at the intersection of Garners Ferry and the road that connects it to Beltline, just above BoJangles. This is the same place where I dreamed that Barrett and I were pulled over by the police many years ago. I was standing in line, waiting in traffic and decided to make a detour by walking through the art fair. When I asked Q about it later, he said he really liked the cup that he'd made. I didn't remember seeing a cup, just a blue, lighted bear sculpture with a multi-color (sparkling-fiber optic) rainbow over it's head and a hanging wall piece that reminded me of a clock. I remember thinking that the bear was adorable and considered buying it.

Later in the dream we were at my parent's house and he mentioned wanting to go out together. I suggested a movie and Jared kept saying that we should go see Ray. Q agreed and, although I'd already seen it (and said as much) I aquiesed to seeing it again. I remember thinking at the time that I wish Jared hadn't suggested that movie, because Q had latched on to it so firmly and I kinda wanted to see something else. So I went with Q downtown and I remember walking with him at one point. He held up his hand with elbow crooked to take my hand in a very noble gesture (as if we were a king and queen strolling down the way). I remember trying to change our hand positions to a more natural walking hand in hand position but he gently disengaged and presented his arm, so to speak, again. I remembered at that moment that he preferred this other way of holding hands, exclaimed, "Oh, I fogot", blushed slightly, and took his hand in a queenly poise.

We continued down the walk and I vaguely remember having dinner together. I don't remember seeing the movie at all. The next day, it was time for both of us to go back to our respective homes. We were taking two seperate flights out, and mine was leaving significantly later than his. That morning, he came into my (Jared's old) room to wake me up before he left. I kinda wanted to continue to sleep but woke to see him off. He stepped out of the room and turned toward me. We were standing close to each other and he looked into my eyes and then we started to kiss. And my, what a kiss it was! He then pushed me back into the room and into the rocking chair and we started making out. I gently pushed him away and said "Don't you have to catch a plane?". He agreed and pulled away. He started to say goodbye again and I didn't want him to leave yet, so I begin to give him a back message. He protested, weakly, but relaxed as he lay face down on the floor with my hands on his back. I didn't message him for long because I knew he had to leave. After one more goodbye he left.

In the corner of the room was a large, old Christmass tree. It'd been there so long that spider some of the ornaments were caught up in spider webs. Jared started to take the tree down and disrupted the spider webs at the base of the tree. Mom came in as we were taking down the tree, which kept filling up with more ornaments.

I know that Q had more interaction with my family in the dream but I can't remember what it was. At the end of the dream

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Kickoff

OK, so my friend told me about this place and since I'm contemplating writing a book I thought, why not? So here it goes.