Re: Post Your Dream
Posted: Thu Jul 14, 2022 4:48 pm
I was living in Los Alamos. I lived for 25 years but moved a few years ago. Los Alamos is an out of the way town, up on a plateau, purposefully placed in an out of the way location because the nature of its origin. I haven't been back in three years since I moved.
In the dream, I lived in Los Alamos and was going 'down the mountain', maybe to Santa Fe, late at night. I was driving some old style car, maybe a 1950's make. I made it to my destination and ran out of gas. It was late and no gas stations were open, so I left the car and proceeded on foot.
The most interesting part of the dream was what I was doing there, something about recalling future events, but most of those details are lost.
I realized I needed to get home in order to get any sleep at all. But I could not find my car, which was out of gas anyway. I found my self at the base of the road up the mountain and realized it was a ten mile walk and I'd get no sleep at all that night.
Then a semi truck screamed by me at 120 miles per hour, heading up the mountain. It passed other vehicles by veering off the road and driving through the low scrub and vegetation. I watched it getting smaller, sure it would crash driving at such terrific speed through such rough terrain, but it did not and soon disappeared from sight.
Then I saw the commuter train that went up the mountain (there is no such train), had a night service which consisted of bare wooden seats floating in the air. I got on one and off it went, up and up, traveling rather fast. It stopped twice, and I saw I had to get off the seat and get on another invisible track and get on another seat. Soon enough I'd arrived in town.
It was 3:30 A.M in the morning by the time I arrived in town, and it was already light out, a strange early morning light. There were a handful of people out in the street in a neighborhood that looked familiar but I didn't recognize. It had that post-war housing, the tall evergreen trees, the hilly streets that reminded me of some parts of town, but I couldn't tell where I was. I remarked to the people about it being light so early, and they said it was always like this.
I started to wander around looking for my house and found myself at the base of a snowy mountain looking straight up at a barren peak that looked like it belonged in the Himalayas. My house was not there. I continued wandering the town until I finally got a good vantage of the entire village.
It was then I realized I was not in fact in the right town at all and I wondered how I'd find my way back.
In the dream, I lived in Los Alamos and was going 'down the mountain', maybe to Santa Fe, late at night. I was driving some old style car, maybe a 1950's make. I made it to my destination and ran out of gas. It was late and no gas stations were open, so I left the car and proceeded on foot.
The most interesting part of the dream was what I was doing there, something about recalling future events, but most of those details are lost.
I realized I needed to get home in order to get any sleep at all. But I could not find my car, which was out of gas anyway. I found my self at the base of the road up the mountain and realized it was a ten mile walk and I'd get no sleep at all that night.
Then a semi truck screamed by me at 120 miles per hour, heading up the mountain. It passed other vehicles by veering off the road and driving through the low scrub and vegetation. I watched it getting smaller, sure it would crash driving at such terrific speed through such rough terrain, but it did not and soon disappeared from sight.
Then I saw the commuter train that went up the mountain (there is no such train), had a night service which consisted of bare wooden seats floating in the air. I got on one and off it went, up and up, traveling rather fast. It stopped twice, and I saw I had to get off the seat and get on another invisible track and get on another seat. Soon enough I'd arrived in town.
It was 3:30 A.M in the morning by the time I arrived in town, and it was already light out, a strange early morning light. There were a handful of people out in the street in a neighborhood that looked familiar but I didn't recognize. It had that post-war housing, the tall evergreen trees, the hilly streets that reminded me of some parts of town, but I couldn't tell where I was. I remarked to the people about it being light so early, and they said it was always like this.
I started to wander around looking for my house and found myself at the base of a snowy mountain looking straight up at a barren peak that looked like it belonged in the Himalayas. My house was not there. I continued wandering the town until I finally got a good vantage of the entire village.
It was then I realized I was not in fact in the right town at all and I wondered how I'd find my way back.