Entry 43

Dream on 21 Oct 2019, Sunday:

First dream was like an adventure. . . I land on some world to explore, there’s different destinations, sites, with monuments or statues. One was of a dragon. Then I think I become a dragon, I fly and descend on some other land where there are other monuments and statues. . . Or maybe this other land is the same world, but with different statues. I’m looking for one that I guess I’d seen before in the first world. I get the sense the worlds are connected, in time maybe, like it’s the same world but I’ve travelled back in the past, or to the future of the first one. . .

I see the statue of the dragon, but it’s much smaller, like a baby dragon. I guess it grows over time. I look to my left, this area I hadn’t seen before as I landed near the statue up between two mountains in a sort of mini-valley there’s a giant statue of a man. I remember seeing it in the first world, but it was smaller then. It was all black, with a shroud, like a shredded wash-cloth, on his head partially covering his face. In this second world I see the giant statue in profile, and then it suddenly turns to me, looks at me. . .

Though this was not a nightmare in the sense that the feeling was not of terror, I was taken aback. And even though I was thrown back, I knew or recognized that that was the statue I was looking for. It was the statue that would re-transform me back into a human. . .

In another dream I’m with a woman, it’s as if we’re on a holiday together, or some weekend date. We hop over some hedge and onto a road that’s streaming with water. There are some guards/security nearby, maybe controlling traffic, but they don’t stop us as we walk up the road. The flooding gets up to our ankles and we look to the side of the road, and one rice paddy is full to the brim of water and we can see it’s very deep. We go to the next rice paddy and see it’s below us, as if we’re looking over a ledge overhanging the rice paddy, and there are some people under the ledge taking a swim in the paddy. I wanted to swim too but wasn’t sure how to get down from the ledge. I guess I didn’t want to swim in the first, full paddy because no one was there and it was maybe way too deep, but you can see the fish in it. The woman and I keep going, walking, and we get into this sort of underground market place full of shops and restaurants, mainly Asian or Japanese. The woman orders for us in Japanese. We sit down to a big feast, and I ask the woman how much I owe her, or that we can settle up later. . . She didn’t say anything as we get ready to eat. . . I remember feeling glad I was on a date. . .

In another dream, I’m walking through some medieval town. There are other pilgirms around walking through the drizzly day. I would look through alleys, trying to catch a glimpse of the castle that I guess I knew would be around some where. Another pilgrim points out something in the ground. I got the sense that it’s the mast of some sailboat wrapped up and lying on the ground, wedged in some alley. But what’s it doing here? I wondered. It was wrapped up in some orange sail. . .