Date of dream: Friday, September 24, 2004
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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Lucid Intent? No
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This is just a vague idea of a dream I remember from yesterday's sleep.
There was a lot more to it but I took no notes. Basically I just remember that I was riding in the passenger side as my dad flew a helicopter down the street. It seemed to be like the highway we live on only more populated, and there were more buildings and people walking all over; it was more like a city with how close the buildings were to the road. If it was the same street we would have been heading north. We were flying this helicopter like it was a car; it could have been no more than a few feet above the ground, as it felt just like I was riding in Dad's SUV. I was rather uninvolved at first, but then the propeller blades managed to catch some random pedestrians who were walking by (people seemed to be walking along sidewalks, across the road, etc.) and chopped them into pieces. Hunks of bloody flesh and meat just went flying every which way. It's not like it totally dismembered anybody but it really tore at least part of them to shreds--just whup-whup-whup, and hunks of human flesh went flying. It did this to at least two or three people in a group. I heard no screams or cries of pain but of course that was awful--those people must have been killed or at least badly wounded (I think the propeller caught them in the torso area)--and I started freaking out and crying. Dad seemed unconcerned and even oblivious to the damage he'd wrought, and just kept flying.
Throughout the rest of the dream I seemed to be trying to confront Dad or others about what he'd done--maybe trying to demand of him, "How could you have done that? Why didn't you get help? Why isn't this upsetting you?" I got so upset each time the subject came up that I'd start gasping for breath and sobbing uncontrollably and could barely speak, so I could never seem to get my point across clearly. I was very frustrated with how Dad was taking it. He seemed surprised by my horror; I felt absolutely awful that he didn't seem to care that he'd killed people out of pure negligence, in such a horrible way. I knew he'd seen what had happened, but he just didn't seem to think it was so important. Nobody else did either though he was the primary one I interacted with. I was almost out of my mind with disbelief--why was I the only one who seemed to care about those poor people?
Not long before going to sleep, in real life, our cable had been shut off for nonpayment and this upset me greatly as I am always the one who has to face Dad about it, and I was very much dreading how he would react on finding out the bill had not been paid on time. (We often don't have the money on time to pay bills, but he refuses to believe that.) I think this dream might have reflected my fear of facing him and how angry he might get. Even though this was not the last dream I had, and I did not even recall it immediately on awaking, I awoke in a very poor mood.
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Date of dream: Tuesday, September 21, 2004
Level of Lucidity: N/A
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In real life, there was once a natural rock formation on Mackinac Island called the Fairy Arch. I have reason to believe it has collapsed, because the most recent pictures I was able to find of it were from the late 1800s; it was apparently along the shore, and as there is nothing like that along the shore, and it's not listed in the guidebooks anymore, it must have fallen long ago. :( Until finding an etching of it that depicted it on the shore a little earlier this summer, I had thought perhaps it was merely surrounded by undergrowth further up on the East Bluff, but now I don't believe that. I'm still puzzled as to why I can't find any mention anywhere of its apparent demise, since it seems something like that would have caused news. There's a similar, still-existing formation in the vicinity called Arch Rock; this is much more famous, and is a big tourist spot, so I know that if it were to collapse, it would make big news. So why is there no mention of the Fairy Arch beyond the warnings of its imminent collapse in the late nineteenth century? (Note--since typing this, I have found a postcard of the Fairy Arch dating from 1906, but nothing else.)
On my trip to Mackinac Island in August 2004 I wanted to make a brief stop along the east shore to see if I could at least find the place where the Fairy Arch once stood, since it seems there would at least be some rubble remaining even after all these years. I was too tired from walking around to ever make it that far so had to hold off on that for perhaps another year. I am a bit disappointed that I didn't get to do that, or to take the perilous Spring Trail--a very steep, stepped trail down from Arch Rock to the east shoreline--but I was simply too exhausted.
This dream had a very strange feeling to it about this most recent trip I took to the island. In the dream, it was as if I were still on this very trip, yet also taking a different trip later on, after some time had passed. I'm not sure how to explain it; maybe I can clarify as I go along.
My memory picked up with me walking along the shore of what was supposed to be Mackinac Island, only it looked MUCH different. I was walking along the east shore but the lighting and layout were all wrong...it was very bright and sunny, but the bluff didn't rise high above me like it should have, and the land was on my right. I don't know why this feels wrong but I just get the feeling it should have been on my left, though it depends on which way I'd be walking around the shore--I usually DO walk so it's on my left, but once I took the other way around so the East Bluff was on my right, and that was what I had planned to do this year. But in the dream it just felt wrong, out of place. Well, not IN the dream, but rather on recalling the dream. The island as it appeared in my dream feels all wrong NOW. It must have seemed normal in my dream because I never thought it was strange.
I can't even describe what was wrong...the layout seemed too flat, too "short," too wide open, even though there were trees and rocks and bluffs...like the island was shorter or something. The sunlight was falling from the wrong direction; it was too bright. The water seemed wrong, like it was too close, or there was too much of it, or it went on for too long with no other land in sight; I really don't know. I would compare the feeling I got to the feeling I got in my old dream "The Courtyard In The Swamp," with the feeling of "flatness" and wetness and sunniness. I'm sorry I can't explain it. :/
Anyway, I was walking with the land on my right and what was supposed to be Lake Huron on my left, though I did turn around a few times to look at my surroundings. (Maybe that was part of what seemed wrong--Lake Huron, while large, didn't seem like a Great Lake--it seemed smaller. Even though I just said bigger. UGH! Too confusing. I don't know. Maybe it felt more enclosed, like a bay or something?) I think I was getting ready to head back home and then I realized I had not had a chance to walk up Spring Trail. (In real life, I intended to go DOWN Spring Trail from inland, then back up, but in my dream I was already on the shore. My only real reason for wanting to take this trail in real life?--to look for the ruins of the Fairy Arch, if they exist.) I started to slow my walking as I thought, and I believe Arch Rock and Spring Trail were right nearby; I think I was on the "wrong" side of Arch Rock so I couldn't see the arch, just the other side where it pretzels around in this weird way, almost forming a secondary arch beneath. Spring Trail is actually some distance to this side, yet ahead along the shore, but in the dream I think it was right beside it. The bluff was not as tall and overgrown with trees as it should have been; Spring Trail did not look like the little stairway set back in the woods, the way it does in a photo I have of it. I'm not ENTIRELY sure if I saw these two but I think I did.
Here's where some incongruity regarding what time it actually was came into play. "I didn't get to walk up Spring Trail," I thought. "I was too tired." I paused and mentally checked my physical state, then thought, "I'm not so tired now. I think I could manage it before heading back!" I got ready to go up Spring Trail. Now this was weird, because while I was acting as if it were an earlier trip on which I hadn't gotten to go, I was also acting as if it were the same trip--"I'm not so tired now," like my feet were still recovering from so much walking that very day. It's like this was both the trip I'd already taken, and yet a future one, at the same time. Really weird. I got the feeling of just remembering something I had totally forgotten to do in the past--like in my dreams where I suddenly realize I have a pet hamster, well here, I suddenly realized I hadn't gone up the trail, yet I felt I could now.
*shrug*
Well, I made up my mind to go up, but then I also remembered that I had not had the chance to look for the Fairy Arch, either. Then I seemed to totally forget about Spring Trail. (Maybe because my reason for wanting to take it was nullified, seeing as I was already on the shore!) "That's right," I thought. "I wanted to see if I could find any washout where it used to be...I'll look around while I'm here." (I think I was overdressed, like in a jacket or coat--I did wear a jacket in real life, but it was cool that day, whereas here it was so bright and sunny it must have been warm.) I turned around now so the bluff was on my left and started walking along a bit, looking up at the bluff to see if there were any big collapsed areas of rock. Now the bluff was higher than it had been before, almost normal. But there were still not so many trees and the bluff was not as steep; it's like it was set back a bit from the shore. I passed a few washouts where big rock formations might have stood but wasn't too sure about them. Then I came to a big partially upright, almost columnar outcropping and the longer I looked at it, the more I thought it might have been the bottom part of the Fairy Arch, still standing after all this time. I got very happy and excited to see this. This HAD to be the last remains of the Fairy Arch! I walked around it and peered upwards and nodded. "That could have been part of it...the arch might have been there, way in the past." I was just about positive. And while I was still sad that such a beautiful formation had collapsed, I was very excited to find even its remains. In real life I would be excited too to find out where it once stood!
I think I was going to take pictures. I had the digital Polaroid camera with me. In real life, this camera has had some problems, which include erasing images taken several days earlier from its card when you take new pictures--overwriting them, in effect. I was very worried on my trip to the island that it would do this, but it did not. In real life I have a few more pictures on it and I have refrained from taking new photos in a while because I'm too lazy to clean off the card, and I don't want to accidentally overwrite what's on there. In my dream, these few earlier photos still existed and I was worried about overwriting them--I also think I had some earlier shots of the island itself on it, which I have the clear feeling I had taken several hours earlier, on this same trip. Me going for several hours without taking ANY shots of the island is pretty weird behavior for me. But I guess I had just not been interested enough. I was worried about losing these pictures but decided it was worth the risk to get some nice shots.
Only now I seemed to be intent on photographing something completely different. No longer was the ruined Fairy Arch or any other rock formation standing nearby. Instead there was a dead, skeletal tree, standing in what looked to be shallow water like a little bog or inlet or bay or something. This is confusing because there was water on BOTH sides of me now, like a little bay into the island which this tree stood in. Can't explain it right. Even Lake Shore Road, if that's what it was, didn't seem to exist in the same way in this part, like it was flooded or just a sandbar. This tree had only a few branches on it and it was completely barren--lightish-colored wood, no twigs or leaves or bark, like it had been stripped. The wood had long vertical cracks running through it and was kind of a golden color, and rather smooth from the wear of the elements. It curved kind of to the right and upward. It stood in shallow, amber-colored water which extended inland into a clearing or inlet or lagoon or something possibly surrounded by short trees, though again, all the trees seemed WAY too short and everything WAY too open. I think the bluff or whatever rose again immediately to my left, though (when I was facing the tree). And for some reason I was very interested in taking a photo of this dead tree.
I held up the camera with an "Ooh" and an "Aah" and started trying to frame a good picture but the tree was so close that I could not get a full shot of everything I wanted to include. I decided after a few tries to take some steps back, into Lake Huron, and get the shot from there. (In real life there is Lake Shore Road, then some scrub and rocky beach leading downward, and then Lake Huron; here it was right nearby, shallow, and seemingly not rocky.) I stood here and held up the camera again. The water around the tree was bright amber colored and rippling, and I think the earth beneath it was sandy, and there may have been some dark rocks or vegetation which made the colors alternate between light and dark; it was very beautiful and shallow, just a few inches around the tree and maybe deeper further inland. I held up the camera to take a shot and then felt my feet start to sink in the ground. I teetered unsteadily and looked down. Rather than standing in a relatively safe lake, I was in fact standing upon some boggy sandy mucky stuff, reddish-brown in color, like dark sand; and my feet were getting sucked in. Somewhat dismayed, I held up the camera again and tried to snap a few shots before forcing myself to move. My feet sank even further and this stuff was really gripping onto me. I lifted one foot at one point and it was just...ugh. Thick and clingy like quicksand. Very mucky. I decided it would be best for me to get out of it before I got stuck.
I started wading back to the...shore, or whatever...but the more I moved the more I sank! Now this part is almost like it didn't QUITE happen--like I was partially lucid and knew it was not real, or I was roleplaying, or something, though I also acted like it was real--just not as panicked as I would be in real life. I know that I sank in it very deeply, but it's like I was lying back rather than standing upright and sinking--kind of like floating atop it--and ALSO like I was lying back and floating in the air above it or else pretending I was sinking while I wasn't. But I was sinking. I just never got a feeling of being totally immersed in it like I later claimed I was. I only remember the feeling of my feet being stuck in it.
I struggled some more, growing ever more anxious, and sinking ever more deeply. Nuts! Then I realized that if I wanted to get out I had to stop fighting--that was, of course, just making it worse. So I went limp and relaxed and sure enough, stopped sinking so fast, though by now I was in up to my neck (at least pretending) and had no idea how to get back to safety. (Might I add that somewhere in this dream, either here or later on when I was talking to somebody else of this, I got the feeling I either was or was pretending to be Warrick Brown (Gary Dourdan) from CSI. Not sure why.) I seemed to be lying back with my head pointed toward the island and my legs pointed away from it. (Even though, as I said, I also seemed to be above the sand, not buried at all.) I really had no clue how to get out of this without struggling, which would just make me sink more! Yet I somehow managed it. I think I very GRADUALLY shifted my way toward shore, and while I did start to sink again, at least it wasn't as quickly since I wasn't fighting so hard. And I must have dragged myself onto dry land again and kept myself out of the muck. I was very impressed with myself for not having panicked and struggled so I would have drowned--though it had certainly been close. I believe I brushed the muck from myself, though I was pretty clean, like it had not happened. The texture of the stuff was as of thick heavy wet sand.
There seemed to be some dream shiftage here, as I know that later on I was talking with somebody--a parent?--Gil Grissom from CSI?--about this incident. I think maybe someone else was planning to go into that area, and I started advising them to be careful not to walk into the muck like I had. "I went into it right up to my nose!" I exclaimed, pressing one finger against the bottom of my nose to illustrate. I used some way to describe this mucky patch but the word was not quicksand. I knew it was LIKE quicksand, but it wasn't--perhaps I called it bog or something like that. Maybe the consistency of the stuff you sank into wasn't the same as regular quicksand, like it was thicker. *shrug* I get the feeling Gil Grissom or my parents or whoever was just listening kind of neutrally, while I warned somebody else, a potential tourist; I think I'd been bragging to whoever I'd been talking to first, before then, about how smart I'd been to relax in order to pull myself out of the muck. Though I think even in the dream it didn't totally make sense to me, how I'd managed to pull myself out without struggling and sinking further. In fact, my escape had seemed rather abrupt, as if it weren't really happening, even in the dream. :/ Oh well, at least I was okay, which relieved me greatly.
Real-life associations: I've already described my wish to find out more about the Fairy Arch, and how I planned on doing that (futilely, as it turned out). When I was on the island in real life my feet did sink into muck at one point, though this was on the shore of a tiny inland pond in the Croghan Water Area, entirely on the opposite side of the island from the East Bluff, and I was in no danger of sinking up to my nose! I've also been working on updating my Mackinac Island website, and the day before this I had looked at a photo of that weird twist in the underside of Arch Rock, and at the photo I have of Spring Trail. My trip to the island was weeks ago however, and I don't know why this dream would pop up now and not back then. :/
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Date of dream: Saturday, September 18, 2004
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Vague.
There was part that came before; I think I might have been at school, and on the bus home, because I was then approaching the house from behind the garage as if I'd been walking down the sideroad and then through the property behind the garage. I think it was overcast but it was daytime and nice and green out. I think of my old friend Mya so I feel she was involved in here somewhere; maybe we were playing at some point in the dream, or I was going in to meet her. In any case I came down past the garage--I think through where the sandbox used to be, as I seem to recall walking through sand (there isn't any there anymore), though there seemed to be a sort of obstacle blocking off my view of the pavement...it's like I was walking down the side path with the garage on my right, but also walking down the opposite side with the garage to my left. Can't explain it. In ANY case I seemed to turn the corner of the garage and come walking out onto the pavement and...there was a big cat standing there.
When I say "cat" I do not mean housecat--it was like a cross between a cougar and a lynx, and about the size of the former. A wildcat of some sort. It was a dark tawny reddish color I believe, with tufted ears and maybe a lighter underbelly, yet it had the face and bodily build and short fur and long tail of a mountain lion. It was just standing there on the pavement in front of the garage, facing the house. It turned its head and looked at me and I was right there beside it!! I'd come out onto the pavement so suddenly I'd had no clue this thing was standing there!
In the dream this made more sense. I suppose it's possible to get mountain lions around here, but you don't really hear about it; I think it would be very unusual, at least. I do not exactly know. In the dream, it didn't seem quite as odd, but I still think it was strange. I didn't really care about the odds of ever seeing such a large animal, though--this thing was RIGHT NEAR me--I'd practically stumbled out onto it--and we were staring right at each other! o_o;;;
My eyes went really wide and I FROZE. If I did make eye contact it probably wasn't for very long because I know that if you stare an animal in the eye, it takes it as a challenge, and I did NOT want to piss this animal off. But it just stood there looking at me. I stood very, very still and agonized over what to do. I finally started edging toward the house very, very slowly. I think I was carrying a pack and I might have either started moving faster than I'd intended, or maybe I brushed against the cat, and that made me freeze all over again.
Oh, I just remembered. A housecat was there too--I think it was supposed to be our old cat Pepper, though it might have looked more like our current pet, Cosmas. At least I don't think "she" was black like Pepper was. She was chained up beside the house like we used to do in the summer--she had a harness with a chain and we would hook her up outside for an hour or so on her own so she could relax without running away. Pepper was trustworthy and did not mind the harness too much; Cosmas, on the other hand, can't stand it--he falls over and squirms and tries to get it off--and I would not trust him outside on his own for extended periods of time. So this cat seemed more like Pepper. She was chained up by the house and cowering close to the ground--the large cat frightened her. She might have been whimpering or growling softly. Pepper tended to fight when afraid, so this behavior was more like Cosmas, who is a chicken and always hides. So I think I got the feeling this animal could be REALLY dangerous, if even a mean-tempered cat like Pepper was afraid of it!
I wanted to get to Pepper and unchain her and take her in; maybe that's why I'd been outside. But this big cat stood between us--I had to pass it to get to the house. Eeek!! >_< As I said I might have brushed against it as I tried to hurry too much while still moving slowly and I cringed to myself. The big cat turned now and came toward me. It must have been like three feet tall at the shoulder, around there--its head came up to my waist I think. I just stood here frozen in terror, not wanting to bother it one bit. It started sniffing at my hand or something and I think I very slightly petted it--not sure--and murmured, "Nice kitty!" in this really nervous, placating way. I then stopped petting it in case it didn't like that, and started edging my way toward the house again, ever so slowly. The big cat just stood there watching me. I don't remember specifically doing it, but I know that I at last reached the house, unchained Pepper, and scooted inside safe and sound. WHEW!
And there was more that came after this, involving various different scenes, but I can't recall them. All I remember is that basically I kept trying to tell Ma and Dad about my encounter with what I took to be a mountain lion/cougar, and I was getting very puffed up and self-important in the telling. I was very impressed with myself, how I had reacted accordingly and had not antagonized the animal, and how I had made it past it safe and sound--I felt very proud of my calmness and intelligence in how I'd dealt with the big cat. I kept coming across my parents and remarking about the whole situation--"It was this huge cat--a mountain lion!--and I didn't panic ONCE!"--but I never seemed able to tell the entire story from start to finish, dramatizing it as I would have liked to do, without my parents losing interest or getting distracted by something. So every time I had just gotten into telling my story I'd have to cut myself off and then try again later on. I never got horribly frustrated or offended, but it WAS rather bothersome not to be able to tell my tale uninterrupted. It's like I could never find the time to finish.
I can think of no real-life associations for this dream. All I know is that at first I believe I thought the creature was a lynx because of its tufted ears, but then I seemed to assume it was a mountain lion, which it more closely resembled. (There is actually some other kind of wildcat--a caracal or something--that it looked even more like, but it was much bigger and had a mountain lion's face and build.) It acted very calmly and neutrally throughout the dream and never acted in a threatening manner, not in the slightest, though I really wanted to be careful. In the dream the animal seemed like a normal everyday (even if out of its range) creature, but even shortly after awakening I got a strange feeling about it, almost like it was a "guide" of some sort or something, by virtue of how oddly it acted toward me and how it was just "there," as if it had been sent to see me. But this makes no real sense, as I have never felt any particular kinship toward big cats.
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