Category: oneiromancy

I had this dream about two years ago, and I wrote this down at the time, but haven’t shared it here until now.

I followed this man and this boy through a portal to a wooded parallel world. The two had been there before, and the boy didn’t like it, and was upset because he thought he’d never have to go back.

The boy turned invisible to be safe, but there was still a shimmer so I was able to follow him.

He went up a hill to where there was a lone apartment building with a pack of black labradors in front. The dogs were all old, and they were all friends, happy to just be among one another. It was what they had.

A woman came out of the building. Her name was Mogham. She was putting up homemade posters inviting people to come running with her, but there weren’t many people on this world, and she didn’t have any takers.

The world wasn’t bad, but it was a dead world that just hadn’t finished cooling yet. It felt like autumn there, not winter, but with the understanding that spring would never come. It was dim, not dark, but with the understanding that dawn would never break.

It was a world that still had a little bit of the present, but no future.

That’s pretty much it. Interestingly, though, the woman looked South Asian, and when I looked up “Mogham” after I woke up it said that in Sanskrit it means “in vain, uselessly, without cause”. I’ve never studied Sanskrit, and I didn’t know that before the dream. Make of that what you will.

I had a few strange dreams one night a while back, and since it’s been a while since I blogged anything I thought I’d share them — why not? Anyone with an interest in dream analysis is welcome to have a go at it.

The first one was short and simple. I was at 219 in Old Town Alexandria, but, as was explained to me there, it was also the afterlife. I went out this door and there was nothing behind it but void. I just kept moving forward into it, but it wasn’t upsetting as one might expect. And that’s it; it was a very short dream.

In the second one I was in a town that looked like it could be in the Shenandoah Valley area and my car died. I had to get out and push it single-handedly up a steep hill (which was somehow possible for me), eventually leaving it in someone’s driveway until I could get it fixed. I was very upset because I saw that its tires had melted off and I’d have to buy new ones. Then I went inside this dive bar, and when I went upstairs there were these people who were all friends of my friend Andrew, and then Andrew was there too and I was really happy to see him. That’s all I remember about that one.

The last dream was the strangest one. It started out with me towing a boat and letting it into the water in a Florida-looking place, although it also looked like the Occoquan Wildlife Reserve where I took my son Noah on a hike a while ago. But then it morphed into me being on the back of the boat at night, the boat was going through the water at a fair clip, and zombies were trying to climb onto the back of the boat, and I had to push them off back into the water. And some of them were little kid zombies. Then I found myself holding a tiny baby zombie, and I said, “wait a second,” because for some reason I felt very protective of her.

That’s when the dream changed and it wasn’t that I was fighting zombies, I was just on set where they were filming a movie about fighting zombies. So I said, look, the other little kids had a lot of fun doing this, but if I throw this little baby into the water she’s going to be injured or killed. Where are her parents anyway? But it turned out her parents were impoverished people in Mexico and the production company people had rented the baby from somewhere and didn’t care what happened to her. I was obviously upset by this, but I needed to hand the baby to someone, and one of the other actors was Fidel Castro, except he was young (not to mention not dead), and he looked like the actor David Castro.

So I asked Fidel whether he’d had kids yet at this point (apparently I was aware I had jumped in time) and he said yes, so I handed him the baby. He started lecturing me on how to hold a baby, which annoyed me (I already didn’t like him because he was Fidel Castro) so I said, “I don’t need to be told how to hold a baby, I just wanted to be sure you wouldn’t fuck it up. I’m tired, and I just want to rest for a minute.”

And then I fell asleep in the dream and woke up in real life.

…assuming that’s what this is.