Sunday 19 November 2023

Recalling an overnight dream:

I was with my ocean-going crew: Gary and Dave, Andy, John and Bob, and we had just returned. We were laughing wildly about something that had happened, the atmosphere was filled with brotherly closeness. We were going in different directions from there, so I left the five of them sitting on a bench, waiting for a pickup. Then everything seemed to change.

Despite the bright sunshine, it was cold and wintry, with blowing snow. I ended up first in a car with someone not-nice, and I had to make them stop and let me out. There were bad feelings, but I knew I wasn’t supposed to go with them.

Walking, I made my way toward the nearby train station. It was late afternoon or early evening, the daylight fading and streetlights coming on. I couldn’t find the right way to get into the station and was massively frustrated. I walked and walked around, turning this way and that, taking wrong detours and having to backtrack and start over.

It was getting late, and in the dim light I had gotten into some bushes and trees surrounding the station. My spirit was angry, hurt, vexed. Somehow, I managed to blurt out, “Lord! Help me! This can’t be right!”

Suddenly, I could see a small path through the trees and down a small, snow-covered path towards an entrance I hadn’t seen before. I slid down a small slope, getting wet and muddy, and then had to go in a back door, through a coffee shop kitchen, past people working, who smiled but paid me no attention. I went through the shop and into the station.

It was mobbed inside, noisy and over-heated. There were throngs of people moving up escalators. Far ahead I could see a schedule board, and slowly made my way through the crowd to get a ticket.

[end of dream]