balban's Dream Journal

The dream began just as I was landing on an airport runway. Though it didn't seem strange to me at the time, I wasn't flying an airplane... I was the airplane. I felt my wheels touching the ground and the weight of my body slowly getting heavier and heavier as I slowed down. I could feel my props turning.

Then I turned around and took off again. I felt my weight flowing across my outstretched arms just as I left the ground. I could feel myself vibrating from the roar of my engine. I felt the wind buffeting me around. I turned again toward the runway. Slowly descending, I had to bob and weave my way through trees that were popping up in front of me. It didn't make me nervous, but it just felt like something I had to do.

I had, what I would call, a chain dream. What this means is that I had a dream, I woke from it. As I normally do, I laid in bed, still and with my eyes closed, trying to remember all the details of the dream. However, during that process, I fell back asleep and the dream seemed to continue.

First Link
I was riding a bike through a middle-class neighborhood. It didn't feel like I had a purpose other than just riding around, like I used to do when I was a kid. The day was sunny and the sky was really blue. At some point I began feeling fear; a curious kind of fear as if I had to look at something that was making me afraid.

I was drawn toward a unkempt house on the middle of this one block. I rode my bike up the cracked driveway and toward the side of the house. I got off my bike and walked cautiously around to the back.

Once I got around back, I found myself standing in front of an old church. It was the kind of church that you would find in a mountain top community - small, constructed from wood and kind of looking like a cabin. There was deep snow all over the ground. From the outside, the church looked small and quaint, but stepping inside the front doors and into the church I saw three large foyers, separated from each other by large glass walls with glass doors in their centers. From any place inside a specific foyer, I could look left and right to see the entire width of the church. Just ahead of me was a closed double door.

I opened the door and it lead into a massive church. There was a large, marble altar at the front of the church. Near the altar were three ornate chairs, I figured that was where the clergy sat during their services. To the left of the altar was a small, raised podium. There were hundreds of pews forming a semicircular pattern around the altar. The church was completely empty and really quiet.

On the front wall of the church, I noticed two doors on either side of the altar about midway from the centerline of the church. I walked to the leftmost door and opened it. It opened into a long hallway with doors along the walls as far as I could see. It reminded me of hallways I've seen in school. I walked down the hallway for what felt like about halfway, turned to the closest door and opened it.

It opened into a large library. There were bookshelves along all the wall from the floor to the ceiling. I don't really know exactly how high the ceiling was, but a ladder was required to reach the upper shelves. On the shelves there were thousands and thousands of what looked like leather bound books. There were really old antiques placed about the room. The lighting was dim. I thought it was strange for a library. So I left...

I headed back into the church. Now there were people. It looked as though they were filling in, getting ready for a service. I headed to the back of the church, ignoring all the people who were milling about looking for seating. I went into the left most foyer and immediately turned toward the center foyer. I moved passed the people walked toward the church and into the center foyer. I continued to the rightmost room and toward a door that was closed along the right wall of the foyer. I opened the door and it lead into a tiny parking lot.

There were about 10 rows of cars, all stack parked three deep. I looked for my car and found it in the rows of cars nearest the rear of the church, furthest from the street. As I was thinking about how to get my car out, I noticed a yellow sports car shoot out of the parking lot. It was heading away from the church, onto a dirt road that wound it's way to the main road. I thought I could do this too, but I noticed these large rocks that were blocking the path. I began moving the rocks. I turned to drop one of the rocks and noticed a cop sitting in his car smoking. He was watching me, which made me a little uneasy. After I noticed him, he got out of his car, walked over to me and leaned on my car, watching me move the rocks. He asked me what I was doing. I told him I was moving these rocks because I wanted to get my car out of the parking lot. He laughed and pointed out a stream. He told me that I would never get my car through there. I looked down a small ravine and was confused as to how I didn't notice that before. The cop walked back to his car, leaned up against it and continued to smoke his cigarette.

I gave up on getting my car out of the parking lot. So I headed over toward the main street and walked up the sidewalk.

Then I woke up.

Second Link
I stopped walking up the sidewalk and felt like I needed to head back toward the church. On the church property, near the parking lot, there was a large, snow covered slope that lead down into a small ravine (where the stream I didn't notice was). Some kids were sliding down it and I thought I looked fun. So I jumped down and started sliding. I guess I looked like I was out of control, because the kids were screaming for me to be careful. They told me it was steeper than it looked. Though I was going really fast and sliding all over the face of the slope, I felt in total control and I was having fun. I got to the bottom and the kids all ran up to me.

Then I was riding a bike again. This time I was in the mountain village. I rode up to a house on a corner and went it. It was a restaurant. There were three owners, one of them was a rather large Latino who didn't seem to like me all that much. I offered to buy into the restaurant and become part owner. I told them that I would help to clean up the place and to make better food. They agreed, the Latino reluctantly.

The restaurant was a mess. The kitchen was a disaster. I told them that I would return the next day and we would begin. I left, got back on my bike and rode off. Then next thing I remember was riding my bike in the morning toward the house. I felt... accomplished. Like I was riding to a job that was "mine".

Then I was washing dishes, listening to the other three owners yelling at each other. I told them that Gordon Ramsey would be there soon and they better their their shit together. I told them that when he did arrive that we needed to listen to all his suggestions and everything would be alright. But they just kept screaming at each other while I washed dishes.