The dreams I remember are always shaped like a movie. Sometimes I can see the main character (which isn't always myself) and sometimes I just see what they see. Nevertheless, the only dream I remember in great detail that happened recently goes like this:
I'm somewhere along the coast driving in the blue volkswagen bug. I'm kind of worried that I might veer off into the ocean for some reason, probably because towering over me on the right is an enormous office complex with painted-white cement walls. Up near the top there are horizontal slits as if its simply a gigantic parking deck. I keep driving for a bit and have a faint feeling of vertigo, even though the ocean is only thirty feet below the cliff edge to the left. Which I'm not very near.
I know that I'm headed to a town where I'm supposed to live the rest of my life in some absurdly simple and blissful cottage. I somehow know for a fact that in order to be happy, all I have to do is continue down this road and get to that village.
I go up a hill and off in front of me I see the asphalt road has broken down, and becomes an avenue of grass. Further on, it appears that the road rises vertically like some kind of green waterfall. Its very reminescent of optical illusions that the hill ahead of you is vertical instead of sloped, and so I blow it off, but when I reach the hill I find that it truly is vertical. Like its some kind of amusement park ride I try to drive the bug up the surface to no avail, terrified the whole time that I'll just flip the car and be crushed. So I get out and cling as tightly as I can to the grass clumps and climb up.
I've never been much of a sheer wall climber, and so as I get higher up, I keep getting momentarily paralyzed when the grass seems to give way. By the time I reach one of the horizontal slits in the office building I'm over a hundred feet up and convinced that if I don't get over the hill, I'm going to fall and die. So I look over and see this guy who looks a bit like a corparate version of myself. "Hey man," I say "I'm trying to get over this hill, is there another way around?"
He kind of looks at me for a minute and just says, "I don't think so." He's getting coffee and working at his desk at the same time. "Well, can I come in there to get through?" The slit is easily large enough to climb through and the grass wall runs perpendicular to it, but he says "Thats against company policy, I think. Where are you trying to get to?" I tell him its the village on the other side and for a bit he just stares at me blankly. "You can't get there from here." And thats when I realize that I'm always going to be stuck staring at this office building with the sea at my back, clinging on to these grass threads for my life. And i'm totally freaked out that I'll never ever make it to the village. Then I wake up.
This dream, while picturesque, was a total downer.
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