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Epona · 10-15-2001, 08:36 AM

Saturday night I had a very strange dream that I thought I would share with you.

The part that I can remember, goes like this:

I am in the sea, bobbing about on gentle waves. The sea is weird though, it doesn't cover everywhere, but is in 10 metre wide strips - like roads - all crisscrossing in a grid. There is nothingness between the strips, and occasional islands.

I am by an island, with a couple of other people (don't know who) and we can't agree which strip of sea to swim along. So we go our separate ways, and I swim by myself away from the island we have left. One of my fellow swimmers heads off to the right, the other to the left - I choose the strip of sea straight ahead.

The sea is calm, warm, and easy to swim in. The tide is carrying me along. I have no destination in mind, I will just go where I am carried. I travel for hundreds of miles by myself - my dream is strangely quiet - no sounds, and the colours are muted, as are emotions - I feel a bit detached from it all. Eventually I reach an island, and head onto the land.

The only thing on the island is a pub, with some rooms for people to stay in. I take one of the rooms and head down to the bar. The barman is a rotund, middle-aged man, and he doesn't like me. I don't know why. I ask for a pint of beer, and just to be awkward, he pours me 2 half-pints. I ask him for a pint glass, and pour both drinks into the one glass. He says he thought I couldn't possibly be ordering a pint for myself, I must be here with someone, hence he split the drink in two. I tell him I am here by myself, and take my drink to a free table.

All the other tables are taken. I can hear the conversations going on around me. A group of Jamaican men sit and discuss philosophy, passing papers between each other. Their conversation is animated and complex, I find it difficult to keep up with. A couple behind me sit at a table and discuss literature. Again, I can't keep up with their discussion. They are discussing in some depth subjects about which I have no understanding. I can't go and join in with these groups, I am here by myself. You can only talk with the people you arrived with.

I realise I am trapped on the island, there are no other strips of sea leading away from it - the one I came in on is flowing the wrong way and I would have to swim against the tide. I will be here by myself forever. I don't feel panic, just resignation.
*END*

Ideas anyone?

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Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.

Epona of The Laughing Hyenas
Proud winner of the 'Most Useless Post 250 Has Ever Seen' Award 2001. "I'd just like to thank my friends and family, without whom none of this would have been possible..."

[This message has been edited by Epona (edited 10-15-2001).]

10-15-2001, 08:36 AM	#1
Epona Zartan Join Date: March 1, 2001 Location: London, England Age: 54 Posts: 5,164	Saturday night I had a very strange dream that I thought I would share with you. The part that I can remember, goes like this: I am in the sea, bobbing about on gentle waves. The sea is weird though, it doesn't cover everywhere, but is in 10 metre wide strips - like roads - all crisscrossing in a grid. There is nothingness between the strips, and occasional islands. I am by an island, with a couple of other people (don't know who) and we can't agree which strip of sea to swim along. So we go our separate ways, and I swim by myself away from the island we have left. One of my fellow swimmers heads off to the right, the other to the left - I choose the strip of sea straight ahead. The sea is calm, warm, and easy to swim in. The tide is carrying me along. I have no destination in mind, I will just go where I am carried. I travel for hundreds of miles by myself - my dream is strangely quiet - no sounds, and the colours are muted, as are emotions - I feel a bit detached from it all. Eventually I reach an island, and head onto the land. The only thing on the island is a pub, with some rooms for people to stay in. I take one of the rooms and head down to the bar. The barman is a rotund, middle-aged man, and he doesn't like me. I don't know why. I ask for a pint of beer, and just to be awkward, he pours me 2 half-pints. I ask him for a pint glass, and pour both drinks into the one glass. He says he thought I couldn't possibly be ordering a pint for myself, I must be here with someone, hence he split the drink in two. I tell him I am here by myself, and take my drink to a free table. All the other tables are taken. I can hear the conversations going on around me. A group of Jamaican men sit and discuss philosophy, passing papers between each other. Their conversation is animated and complex, I find it difficult to keep up with. A couple behind me sit at a table and discuss literature. Again, I can't keep up with their discussion. They are discussing in some depth subjects about which I have no understanding. I can't go and join in with these groups, I am here by myself. You can only talk with the people you arrived with. I realise I am trapped on the island, there are no other strips of sea leading away from it - the one I came in on is flowing the wrong way and I would have to swim against the tide. I will be here by myself forever. I don't feel panic, just resignation. END Ideas anyone? ------------------ Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so. Epona of The Laughing Hyenas Proud winner of the 'Most Useless Post 250 Has Ever Seen' Award 2001. "I'd just like to thank my friends and family, without whom none of this would have been possible..." [This message has been edited by Epona (edited 10-15-2001).]