dreams #3

I’m unsure of why at 10:43 AM on a Monday while I’m at work listening to Kllo am I being reminded of a dream I had at least two weeks ago. While I was sick from March 21st to March 30th, I had a number of fantastic feeling dreams. I didn’t write down a single one of them but in that 10 day moment, I knew what was up. Leading up to this stretch, I had already been on a pretty good dream run, which I define as when your dreams start feeling like they chose you rather than you chose the dream(and remembering them). Either way, I’m sitting at my desk when this particular old dream chose to be brought to my mind, and now I guess I have no choice to but write it in stone.

This will not be a long entry, and most details have already been forgotten. However, this is what I can say:

I’m in a rocky mountainous area, kind of like that horseshoe thing in Arizona, except there’s a lot more water and it’s ocean blue, probably because it’s the ocean. I’m here to fish, and I cast a line to catch a long yellow fish. Look like’s like an eel kind of, like a snake thing, but it’s also a little red and I put it in my backpack. I am walking back through this rocky shoreline area until I make it to like a town area. Feels like Hawaii and it’s daytime. There’s sandy a beach walkway and I’m walking on it through an umbrella’d section. On the right of the sidewalk are tons of benches with a lot of people sitting down presumably eating. This is at the top of beach. On the left side of the sidewalk are multiple food trucks/vendors. I walk past but immediately turn around. There’s a food truck selling taco’s which is what I wanted. I order four of them, all different types. I either think about or ask about the cook, an older mexican man, if he can use the fish I caught as an ingredient for my tacos. He didn’t speak english and I tried Spanish with him but I remember there being an awkward moment of miscommunication. I also remember no else in line, but the closest person was a woman and she might have helped not sure. He gives me the tacos in one of those white styrofoam trays that get from like panda express, and it’s either in a plastic bag or in my backpack now. I keep walking down the walkway where the beach opens up a bit, but to my left and down some way are some ramadas with benches. I notice down at the water there’s a huge event going on with towns of people and live music, there’s people in the water. I believe it was at this point where I was worried about the contents of the close-able tray, my tacos might be falling apart and getting messy. I don’t look but try to be mindful of how I’m moving. It was also at this moment where sounds of gunfire take over the beach, followed by screams. I had just made to a ramada and was ready to eat, there were others immediately around me and I feel like coworkers we’re there. Huge crowds of people are running off the beach and from the seating area, all to the direction of where I was walking originally on the walkway. I’m standing behind one of the “legs” of the ramada eating my taco, it is good. But bullets are coming through and I need to run. I look at the water and there’s a boat making it’s way next to that event down at the shoreline, it’s on that boat where the shooters are at. They are driving in circles to induce wave after wave of gunfire. I recognize that man a lot of people definitely have died from this. I run with the crowd but I never feel truly scared. The nature of the dream did have my body feeling tingly as do most horror genre dreams. I start imagining scenes from on the boat, I do start thinking about where the fucking coast guard is and why they can’t catch a boat that’s driving in circles lmao, I think about the gunmen on the boat, and maybe something about betrayal??

The worst part about these “nightmarish” dreams where my physical body feels flighty is that it takes me out of it a bit, and I’m pretty much forced to wake up right after the dream.

I am using this admission of a shortcoming as a personal challenge to try and not give in to complete consciousness the next time this happens. I will intend to maintain any piece of subconscious dreaming. I also promise that my next dream post will not be a late entry.