Thursday, 14 May 2020

Dream journal: Twenty

This is the twentieth in a series of posts chronicling dreams I have had. As usual, the date shown is the date the dream was captured. This is usually 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.

6 March

Dreamt I was in New York in a multistorey carpark with a group of friends, three people that included a couple (a man and a woman) who were aged about the same as me, and a man of the same age. In the dream I was significantly younger than I am now.

The four of us were on our way to a dinner appointment and were getting ready to get in a rental car to drive there. I was walking around the carpark, looking at the cars because they were different from the ones sold in my own country, and one was a big, flat-nosed blue car that, like the other cars I saw, was quite dirty. Americans, my friends and I averred in comments we made to one another – we were all Australians – didn’t clean their cars as much as we did at home.

Near the front of the blue car were a couple of guys sitting around, talking, on chairs. They looked like they’d been there for a while, as though this was where they usually came to socialise. There was a table for them to use, and what (in memory) looked like a refrigerator. They had all the appearance of being in their living room. The apparition of two people in this setting didn’t strike me as odd although I didn’t interrupt them; the one closest to me looked quite tough and at the time I wasn’t really interested in starting a conversation.

Beside a different car I walked into a cloud of what looked like enormous mosquitoes and I was confounded because I had all these insects plastered to me as I continued around the perimeter of the carpark’s floor where we were. There was no boundary barrier, in the form of a guardrail or balustrade to stop you falling off, and in real life I have a fear of heights; I was attempting to get past the front of a parked car. “What kind of creatures are these?” I thought to myself. They weren’t biting me and they weren’t small, like midges we have back home. What were they?

Still surrounded by a cloud of bugs, I eventually came back to where my friends were standing and talking and I walked up to a diner or kiosk that had been constructed on the floor – it was serving food – and, with my hand, pointed at a can of insecticide that was on the counter, asking if I could use it. The waitress who was working there didn’t want to give it to me because, presumably, I wasn’t a paying customer, but after some negotiation the four of us managed to get hold of the can of spray and used it on the swarm of bugs around my head and torso.

I asked one of my friends to grab the swarm and pull it off me but, then, aware that it was getting near the time I usually wake up, that’s what I did and so I don’t know, now, how the dream turned out and whether I got rid of the bugs or not.

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