Saturday, October 21, 2006
Such A Treat These Are
So I’ve put myself back on the patch because of the temptations and the worry about the car and guess what? The delightful dreams are back. I had forgotten about that side effect.
For example, tonight’s dream actually started out pretty nicely. I was here, in Miami, and had just rented a new apartment that I really liked. I moved in, everything was where it goes and I had just stocked up on food....I mean, my fridge and freezer were full! (That’s rare.) So I decided to go out and ride my bike.
I’m riding around and there is an ominous, dark, scary cloud in the sky, threatening terrible weather. I hear radio reports, (not sure how...but it’s a dream) that there is going to be a huge storm and that everyone needs to get inside. I start to head towards home and the storm begins to hit. As I’m peddling, I look out over the water, to the sky and can see clouds starting to circle and I get excited. I know that I am witnessing a tornado being formed. I’m only maybe 500 yards from the thing but I’m not scared. As I’m driving by a busy road way, I start pointing to it so that driver’s know to hurry up and get out of the way.....although for some reason, I’m not in any hurry myself....like, I feel it won’t hurt me at all.
I watch the tornado form and then watch as it connects with the water creating a water spout. And it begins to move towards me. I happen upon two kids who are also out biking and we go through fences and up concrete stair wells of a building for safety except that we decide to take refuge on the roof top of this building, scrunching behind concrete barriers up there.
The tornado leaves the water and comes back to land, towards us. (Of course.) The two boys are out in the open but I hide behind some sort of concrete half wall and wait. And the tornado comes right at me, decides to stop and do a little fricken tap dance on my back and gets more and more powerful. I knew that I had to move towards the boys or it wouldn’t get off of me.
I run over to them, with my bike, to their saucer sized eyes and shocked expressions. They want to know if I’m alright, what did it feel like, etc. I told them it felt like when your brother would punch you in the back....it hurt but wasn’t all that bad. We decided to go back down to the street level.
As we were navigating, we noticed that many of the roof tops were flooded from the rain. I don’t remember getting drenched in this dream but the accumulation of the rain was everywhere. I got seperated from these two boys as I chose to take a certain stairwell after fixing a bike brake line and I found myself next to a trash compactor. An industrial sized trash compactor......for a hotel.
A worker came out of a door way with a bin of trash, cardboard boxes mostly, and she began humming as she started to throw the boxes in to the compactor. (The compactor was blue, as was her smock....blue is always in my dream.) Every once in awhile, she would hit the red button on the side of the compactor and we would watch the top portion of the machine sway back and forth before coming down on the trash to compact it. It made a horrible noise but it did the job right.
When the top part of the machine came back up, the girl would add more trash. For some reason, I just knew what was about to happen and I remember being paralyzed with fear and knowledge and unable to speak to tell her to get away from the machine. And, she didn’t even see me even though I was standing a mere 10 feet from her.
She threw more cardboard boxes in the compactor, pressed the red button.....and nothing. The machine refused to respond. I could hear my mind screaming for her to stop thinking of doing what she was about to do but again, nothing would come out and she would NOT look over at me and see me to break her out of her trance she was in.
She climbed in to the trash compactor to move the boxes around, thinking this would solve the problem. And just as I knew would happen, the compactor started to work......with her standing in the collection part of it. I watched, again, completely unable to move or speak, as the top of the compactor swung back and forth. She was inside the collection bin, smiling, unaware of the top portion swinging above her, and was trying to stomp down the boxes herself. The top portion hit her in the back, knocking her down and that was when she snapped out of her trance and began to scream.
Unfortunately, I still could not move nor speak.
The top portion of the compactor jostled her around inside the collection portion as the lid started to come down and then it began to compact. She was underneath it and I saw it press down on her, squishing her. She screamed and screamed. The top portion came up for just a moment and then it came down on her again. I wondered when it would kill her.
It continued to press down, so hard in fact that the whole collection bin and floor beneath gave way and she went tumbling down the concrete stair well I had just come up. She fell down approximately 4-5 flights of stairs before it was all over. Finally my legs worked and I ran down the stairs to see her at the bottom landing, on her back, staring up in to space. Many of her co-workers were now surrounding her and talking to her. She said something and I can’t remember exactly what it was but it seemed the most oddest thing to say after almost being killed by an industrial sized trash compactor.
The next thing I know, I was in her hospital room and she was in this terrible looking contraption that you put people in when they are paralyzed. She was sort of suspended in air, her face towards the floor so that the doctors could work on her spine. She looked up, still not ever seeing me and started talking to the doctor.
I was locked on to her eyes because they were the most beautiful blue/green eyes I had ever seen.
And then I woke up.
Whee! Let’s all analyze that one!
Oh yes, I highly recommend the patch. These vivid, horrifying dreams are so much fun.
