I've been having weird dreams the past couple of nights. The first one was weird only because I know it's so not going to happen.
I was in a tank and running shorts running through the neighborhood I used to live in as a kid. I don't think I ever ran or jogged when I really lived there. There were no cars and I wasn't feeling my usual lung bursting, heart throbbing nearly asthmatic stress that I get when I run farther than 100 yards. I was deeply tanned, yet another irony since the sun rarely got that warm in my hometown. As I turned the corner the street became blocked with cars. Two kids, about 10 or 12 waved me over to them. They were standing next to a car with the doors open. I gave them this huge smile as if I knew them. We were just starting to talk when my alarm went off.
Okay, I was running without pain? Now that's nearly supernatural. I'm a sprinter by nature and to choose to run further than 100 yards nearly sends me into respiratory distress.
Last night I dreamed that Bill and I went to a college campus. I know it wasn't Stanford, which is one highway exit from where we live. The campus had this beautiful arched bridge with a gurgling stream running under it. There were a lot of beautiful trees with lots of foliage. I decided to wait on a nearby bench as Bill went to do some work (or pick up some work) and relax. A man approached me and we began to talk. I don't remember what about, but it seemed like we were exchanging information on some bygone american era. Somehow it got darker outside and we ended up in a cozy fire lit cottage where we were going through some books. The next thing I remember Sweetie and I are sitting on the bench waiting and it's night time. We spend the night on the bench and the next morning Bill comes back. He had apparently gone home without us, not missed us, and just figured out where he left us. I was about to rip him a new one when I woke up.
Okay, this is a little more apparent. I was surprised at how calm I was sitting on the bench with Sweetie all during the night. While I was upset, it didn't even occur to me to call a cab or get home some other way. I don't remember being cold or frightened.
Okay dream interpreters. Have at them.
