The alarm came on this morning and startled me so much that I fell out of my car, and also fell out of that reality. That was a good thing, actually, as that dream was getting weirder and weirder.
Let’s talk about dreams as a form of entertainment. Real dreams, at least my dreams, aren’t much like dreams described in novels or shown in movies. They are usually not sequential, and they seldom make much sense, especially after I wake up. However, I regard them as entertainment and frequently take delight in some of the things that happen to me .
Do you ever dream about knowing things instead of experiencing them? Last night’s dream was one of those. It may have been a continued dream from earlier in the evening, or earlier in the week? Does it ever seem to you that you’re repeating the same dreams night after night? That’s another thing that happens to me. I dream that I’m dreaming the same dream I dreamed three days ago.
Last night I dreamed that my son and I were attending a science fiction convention in Scottsdale, Arizona. I have attended plenty of sci fi conventions there in the past. I knew it was Scottsdale even through it looked more like West Phoenix. I was staying in a luxury hotel, which I only saw from the outside in my dream, but it was not the convention hotel, so I had to drive back and forth. Most of my time I was driving my car, wondering what was going on at the convention. At one point my son and I were driving downtown on Camelback Road–in fact, I was always on Camelback Road in my dream–a thing I just knew–and I went blind. Everything just went dark and i couldn’t see beyond the windshield of the car–I could see inside it, but not outside it. Somehow, I didn’t crash. I slowed the car gradually and stopped, opened my car door, and looked out, and the world came back. Everyone else had apparently slowed and stopped too. This was a worrying dream, because my son was in the seat beside me riding shotgun when it happened. I don’t want to kill or injure my son in a car crash.
Just before I woke up I was alone, and driving west on Camelback Road, approaching Scottsdale Road, and I couldn’t slow down, and the light rail train was on the tracks right in front of me. A crash was inevitable, but the alarm went off, I woke up, and didn’t crash. I’m always glad to wake up before the crash. It all felt almost real–I didn’t know I was dreaming until the alarm woke me up. The odd thing is the light rail doesn’t run north and south along Scottsdale Road, and I knew that too, but there it was.
I just wish my dreams would be more like movies, and more controllable. I want to go to Middle Earth in my dreams, not to alternate Scottsdale.