Dreamt I was sitting at the side of along table with two friends. A third friend approached with their dog, who had white, loosely curled fur. The dog ran at me at full speed, tail wagging, and jumped under the table and into my lap. It wiggled and tried licking my face as I petted it. Not wanting to disrupt what was happening at the table, I moved to the bench on the other side, and I realized I was on a train. The third friend’s son ran up to me, as excited as the dog. But when he got close, he stopped, waved, then jump up on the bench on the other side of the train. He stood there and watched the scenery pass by.
Dreamt of visiting Yuko-hime at her apartment. Her mint green cat regarded me with suspicion as I approached her cat bed. It was a white laundry basket lined with a blue blanket and packed with pillows and furs. I wasn’t sure I could get in, but managed to by curling up into a fetal position. The cat slowly approached, not sure what to make of the human in her bed. I patted the blanket next to me and the cat jumped in and curled up in the crook of my arm. I wanted to think the cat did so out of affection, but I suspected it wanted my warmth.
Dreamt of trying to coordinate a trip with a friend. He and I were flying out to a different city. His wife was flying off to another city. He was supposed to meet his wife at her location. We were trying to figure out if it made more sense for him to fly back with him to our original location with me, or to fly from where we were straight to his wife. If he flew straight to his wife, how would I get home? I told him, “Just go to your wife. I’ll find my own way home.”
Dreamt that a friend and I walked two young girls to the park so we could play. As we got in sight of they playground equipment, the girls decided to race. One got a head start and ran with very short, quick steps. The other — realizing there was no rule requiring them to stay on the back — used a short, easy jog across the grass to beat the other girl to the swing set.
We watched as the two girls swung. At one point, the older girl decided to try some tricks. First, she stood up in the swing. Next, she sat down and hooked her feet around the chains. I immediately realized what she was going to try to do and yelled out, “NO-!!” but I was to late. She turned herself upside down, so her head and body were far below the swing.
Her head hit the ground face first, snapping her head backwards. But she wasn’t out of momentum. The second time down, the back of her head it, and that’s when her feet let go and she fell to the pavement.
I ran to her side. She was crying and in a lot of pain, trying to move. “Stay still,” I said, bracing her head and neck with my forearms, trying to keep them in line with her spin. “Don’t move.” But I couldn’t stop her from crawling into a sitting position against my chest. I held her as I cried. “You are going to be all right.”
I woke up crying.
Dreamt of playing a video game of space exploration. One of the core mechanics was learning to build new technology from simpler parts, eventually learning to build entire starships. Your starting planet was randomly determined, and none of the thousands of races were human. I was at the point where I’d learned to construct a small starship called an “Interloper”, which was optimized for freight hauling.
Dreamt of watching Nick M.’s home while he was away. I moved the lawn in nice, neat rows. Then I used his roller brush to flatten out the snow where it hadn’t melted in the shade of the garage. As I did so, I kept finding random pieces of glassware with the brush. First a tempered glass coffee mug, then a low ball, then a juice glass, etc., until I had a large assortment sitting on the back stoop. I decided I’d wash them for him, even though it wasn’t on of tasks he’d asked me to do.
As I entered the house from the back yard, Nick came in the front door with a couple of friends. “Hey, Jeremy, thanks for your help! I needed a place for my friends to park, so I moved your car.”
“No problem!” I said. I found my car in Nick’s garage. He’d placed it on a blue lift that used hydraulics to lift it up towards the ceiling. I lowered the lift to realize there wasn’t enough room to drive my car out. He’s friends’ cars were blocking the door. So lifted my small, red Festiva over the other cars and set it down in the street.
Dreamt of telling my mother about a trip Yuko-hime and I took together. The town we went to had a lot of history, most of the buildings maintained their historical construction. I started in to a story about stopping in a bar when my mother interrupted me, “I know all about this town! They maintain their buildings in their historical construction and the bars only serve beer and wine!” She continued on, telling me everything she knew about the town. It was very clear that she wasn’t interested in hearing what I had to say.
I left my mother in the living room, walked through the house to the kitchen, sat on the floor against the back wall, and cried.
I woke up crying.