East Grove Blues

I have two types of dreams. One I’ll label as a Dream and the other as just dream. This might not seem like a big difference, but it is to me. I will write down a Dream and it is unlikely that I will forget it. I have Dreams from my childhood that I remember better than some memories. A Dream sticks with me, and a dream is forgotten. I have had thousands of dreams and can’t remember even a small percentage of them. They can have meaning as well, but not with the force of a Dream.

Last night is a good example of both.

My Dream; Some folks and I are on a ship, either on a sea or in space, and we are waiting for a sign. We walk around and talk, but there is something ominous coming. I am the first one to feel its presence. I tell the others that it’s coming and quickly. We all drink poison and hope that we die before the thing comes. It comes, it looks like a human and talks like a man, but it is neither. It is angry at us for killing ourselves. We took away some of its fun. That doesn’t really stop it though. It has the power to move cells any way it pleases. It can bring life or kill in the same fashion. It is horribly powerful and evilly curious. It brings some of my ship mates back to life and turns them into dogs. It takes others and molds them alive into the ship. It manipulates all life with its hands. Eventually it gets bored. I feel remorse in the Dream, and I can’t tell if it’s me or of it’s coming from the God like creature.

My dream; I am in Japan and I have been chosen to be part of a group of people that will show some Sumo wrestlers around. I am assigned Hakaho (A really famous Sumo). We are on the bus, he throws up after eating some weird powder. For some reason he also speaks English. (He is Mongolian) In the afternoon another group takes over. I talk to them about Hakaho later.

So how can I tell the difference? In the dream I am in a place I live and there are people from all over my past. High School friends and any number of others. I just got done watching a Sumo tournament and I am always surprised by the amount of people that speak English in this world. I would normally forget this type of dream within a few hours, but I had the other Dream before it so I wrote them both down this morning.

In the Dream I am with people I have never met, or have not yet met. I am in a place I have never been before and I am facing a problem or a situation that has never happened to me before. There is a certain weight to the Dream. I wake up knowing that I need to remember what happened because it will be important later.

Here is an interesting example. In college I once dreamed I was in a factory, surrounded by tall shelves. There were creatures flying around in the factory. After college I was working in a paper factory and a bat flew by me while I was working. I had to stop and catch my breath because it was the same as the dream I had had years before. I have had dejavu like this several times, but this is the best example.

Sometimes I can’t tell the difference between a Dream and a real memory. Did it actually happen or do I think it happened. I don’t know what my Dream last night was about, or what it means for my future. I can tell you that it’s important and I won’t forget it. This is one of those Dreams I would rather not become prophetic.