Thread: Still-Light's Dream Log

I remember only that I dreamed.

Dreamt?

An afternoon nap dream. On the couch, under a warm blanket...the TV blaring...

My son and I (and someone else--not identifiable) were in charge of taking care of a disabled person. It took three of us. We answered the door, the phone, managed her visitors. At one point I was boxing up lunch packages, and she was telling me what went in each one. Chips were not for lunch, they were for a snack. It felt like a job, a not very pleasant one.

So this dream took place in a cave-like place, but not dark and dank--more of a cove of field notched into the side of a rocky cliff. My classroom was here, desks and everything. It was sixth graders, a new group, but I recognized some faces. One girl--I couldn't remember her name--was someone I had taught a couple of years ago. In my dream, I finally remembered that her name was Kierra, and she was hurt that I didn't remember right away. At lunch time I took her to the front of the line in the cafeteria to make up for it. In my dream she was quiet and timid. In my dream, she had no spirit.

My class was taking place right before lunch, and other students began wandering into my cove classroom because the door to the cafeteria was cut into the wall of my cove. I was annoyed that other teachers had released them before the bell rang. I was annoyed that I couldn't hear my students speak. I was trying to run class, and I couldn't remember what I was supposed to teach. I was trying to collect papers, but only two or three students had them to turn in.

This morning I woke thinking about this dream, and I couldn't remember the girl's name for a long time. Kierra was the wrong name. Funny that she had accepted it in my dream. It finally came to me that her real name is Sabre. In real life she is spirited and quick to respond to mistakes (like a wrong name) with humor and energy.

Disjointed dream. I've read here where people talked of plot--maybe it lacked plot? Made sense while I slept. Here are the fragments:

The house was the central element. I went to a party there. I knew no one but somehow was connected enough to belong.

After the party I left, walkied down a wet street lined with lamps--a diffuse dark light. I could barely see. Not sure if I ever found my car...the next thing I knew, I was back at the house cleaning up.

What a clean-up--not from the party but more of a post construction or long empty house kind of clean-up. Made no sense once I awoke. A mystery.

There was a basement in the house, a walk out basement, and I had to enter from the outside. So I mopped upstairs (filthy muddy floor that I hadn't seen during the party) and then had to walk around to take care of the basement. The basement was a total extra wonderful room. Extra space. I remember thinking in my dream that I could leave photos or papers strewn around and work on them at my leisure, although the thought occurred to me that I should beware of basement flooding.

Then there was a party again. Not sure if I left or came back, but it was a year later (I think). A Christmas party with gifts. Lots of people. Conversation. One fuzzy but scary moment to the dream. There was an animal (cat? dog?) that had been tame at the first party but now lingered in the brush outside, wild and semi-dangerous. We could spot it from the deck through branches but couldn't really see it. I have a vague recollection of something small and dead in my arms as we looked.

No real end to this dream, and not much of a connecting thread other than the house.