Entry 3

Can’t remember any dreams last night, so here’s a never-been-posted, past entry from back on 26 August 2019:

I was pushing a sort of raft or tire tube, like a swimming pool floatie, down a water slide. There was a young girl on the raft, a blonde white girl, though I got the sense I was related to her, like she was my niece. I guess I’m ambivalent as to my relationship to her, that a part of me also felt unrelated to this blonde girl, that I didn’t really know her, so when I was pushing her raft down the slide I wasn’t sure about jumping in the raft to join her. I decide too late to join and jump into the slide following her slide down. We reach a pool at the bottom. There was something else that happened but I don’t remember now. But I think we were to slide down to another lower pool but got stuck. The girl seemed to know what to do. She went or swam to another place, another part of the water slide. I followed her at that other section of the water park and she fixed the mechanism of the pool by hammering a rock onto a sort of large totem or rock peg. I wondered how she knew how to do this. Marveled at her, I think she tried to explain to me how it worked, but I didn’t really understand her. I think I tried helping her, but not sure if I was really very helpful. She got the slides unblocked, and so we the lower pool, but there was some other problem with the lights this time, that the lights of the pools were disconnected. Was I supposed to connect them? She tried to help me, I think. . . There were other parts of the dream I don’t recall. It shifted also to another scene after the water park, but I don’t remember it now. . .

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