Friday, 6 March 2020

Dream journal: Seventeen

This is the seventeenth in a series of posts chronicling dreams I have had. As usual, the date shown is the date the dream was captured. This is always the morning after the night the dream took place. You can’t wait very long before capturing a dream because it soon disappears from memory.

1 January

Dreamt I was helping the intelligence service to collect information on the enemy. The dream took place in a location in Australia and I was with another agent, who was based on the guy I used to work with at Yamatake in the 1990s. (His name was Daryl Berry and he was from Tasmania.)

In the dream, we were getting prizes for our work, in the form of printed paper documents – they looked like forms – that had been filled out to list the ways that our efforts had helped the organisation whose operatives handled us. I don’t remember too much about what my form said, just that it was shorter than the Daryl-like guy’s, and had less detail on it. But he was senior to me, in terms of the amount of time he had been working for the agency. (In real life, Daryl was already working for Yamatake when I became employed by the company.)

There was more to the dream but I didn’t remember all that much upon waking, and managed to conserve just this amount. What I remember most from the dream was the feeling of pride and pleasure I got from having my work acknowledged.

5 January

Dreamt I was writing an essay for an exam using large, coloured markers on the ground in a forest. I had to write while crouched on my hands and knees. People were suggesting things to include in the essay, the subject of which was loan-words from English used in other languages. I was taking ideas from people around me as I shuffled along on all fours writing in red and green Texta in letters about a foot high.

At one stage, I was describing the use of the word “zeitgeist” (which is in fact a loan-word from German) as it is used in various European countries as though it were borrowed from US English. It was, according to my sources, used in France, Germany, Poland and Portugal. But not in Spain. It was a completely bizarre scenario, full of illogic.

9 January

Dreamt I was with a group of people, some of whom were my age and some of whom were parents of young children (there were also some small children), on a platform built on pylons in an estuary. The green slopes of the banks of the river dropped straight down to the water’s depths, and the surface of the water was calm. The hills surrounding the declivity were not staggeringly high, just high enough to overshadow the people and the boats in the foreground.

I glanced around, scoping out the area as I looked for the people I wanted to rejoin. I had been socialising with some people, part of a community living on the river near the sea. I had been with them talking and having food but then it was time to go home.

The reason I had lost track of them was because I had been off to the side talking with a person – or people, I don’t remember – and the crowd I had come to the platform with had gone back to their houseboats or boats anchored in the river or moored at a marina (it was hard to know where the craft had been left, but it was clear that the people had had to go because it was that time of day; the food had been eaten and it was getting late).

I felt abandoned so, even though I guessed that they must now be angry with me because I had caused them inconvenience by absenting myself from the group at a time when they had wanted to go home, I went looking for them, not knowing how I would, myself, get to shore. I asked some people where the crowd I had been with had gone and was told, “Over there.” “That way” didn’t tell me much, even with a hand held up to point in the direction the people had taken to depart the locale I was, now, stranded in.

I wandered around then decided to wake up. I had a choice – conscious as I was that it was about the time I normally awake – between staying with the dream or cutting it short and getting out of bed and, disappointed with the direction my reverie had taken, I selected the latter option, and lifted the covers off my body before swinging my legs off the side of the bed.

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