Submarine field trip
Posted on March 29, 2006 | Filed Under Dreams
Im going to try to write about my dream from Monday night. Its been two days and its still mostly clear. I think it was a combination of things going on my head including travel, friends, missing my family a bit lately, and a bunch of other stuff.
So in my dream the main plot line is that me and a bunch of friends (maybe fellow students) are getting ready for a big trip. We are all at my parents house in Victoria. Our house is as it was when we were growing up, with my grandparents still alive and living in their side of the duplex. I was running up and down the hallway in our house, trying to get my stuff together. My old bedroom was the same way it was when i was young. I was in there, trying to finish packing and then all of a sudden I start looking through my cd collection and just sit down and start browsing, organizing them, and then two hours go by and i realize that the flight or ferry or whatever we are getting is leaving in ONE HOUR. So i run outside to the driveway where everyone is and we pile all our bags into some pickup truck. (why wasnt someone bugging me to hurry? I think my room was a weird time bubble and the time went by quickly…)
So we get into the truck and I realize that inside it is completely different from a regular car. In this truck, there was a bench seat in the front with three spots, one side controlled the pedals and the other side steered the wheel and did the gears. The steering wheel wasnt round but was sort of rectangular. For some reason my parents’ neighbors were driving us, I think it was their truck. We are in a huge hurry but for some reason Lynn keeps driving us off the road. I was doing the pedals and she was steering, but kept veering off and we almost crashed. So i push her away and start doing both pedals and steering, meaning I am sorta lying sideways along the front seat. weird.
So we arrive at what I thought was the airport but it was really a boat dock/terminal. This was no usual ferry terminal. The trip we were trying to go on turned into a trip on a submarine. It was like a school field trip. So we file through the terminal up and down stairs, around winding corridors, and i start running through the stairways, because we werent gonna make it! we were so late! ahhhhh.
Then we arrive outside the terminal but we have to go down the dock to the submarine. The dock isnt one big piece, its all in strips of wood. You have to walk on each strip of wood like a teeter-totter to balance and get to the next one. There was animals, or frogs or something similar in the water and on the docks.
My dream then shifted completely and turned into more of an action movie rather than a travel-anxiety dream. The rest is hazy now, but it was one of those dreams where you remember that it was so fun, that you were flying around and saving the world, etc. I wish I could remember more details of the rest of it.
I havent been sleeping all that well lately so ive been having less dreams, or just remembering them less often. Hopefully next one will be more fun than a big travelogue.
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