map – dream chronicles

Entry 96

Written 11 June 2020, Thursday 12:47pm: Driving across a bridge, with my parents, I’m on the passenger side next to the driver, my dad. We’re on some kind of road trip, traveling to . . . Nicaragua, came to mind in the dream, but when I tried to think of where we are on aContinue reading “Entry 96”

Entry 72

Written 26 April 2020, Sunday: In Disneyland with a bunch of kids. I was annoyed. By the kids and by the place. Didn’t really wanna be there. . . Before this dream, remembering now, there was a bit where I was trying to figure out what to advise a fellow Camino pilgrim about when sheContinue reading “Entry 72”

Entry 66

Written on 20 April 2020, Monday: Looking at a map of Spain. . . Or no, I’m in an old church, like a small, medieval cathedral, exploring it. The view then changes to looking at a map of Spain. A co-worker appears, the map becomes digital, and he enlarges it, then rotates it up-side-down, thenContinue reading “Entry 66”

Entry 56

Written on 04 April 2020, Saturday: Early morning dream I was hiking down a hill, everything felt fresh, like it had just rained, and familiar, like I had hiked this trail before. Then I’m in a house and I guess I’m asking for directions. — was there. She was pulling out a book or aContinue reading “Entry 56”

Entry 21

10 Sep 2019, Tuesday: I was in a car, in the passenger seat, I don’t remember who was driving, but we were on some sideroad. Driver was a guy but I couldn’t see him, just knew he was there. We were looking for the trailhead of a camino, driving slowly looking at or for signs.Continue reading “Entry 21”

Entry 20

07 Sep 2019: Couldn’t remember the dream today. 08 Sep 2019, Sunday: I was sitting on a park bench overlooking the river Neckar. . . This was on Philosophenweg, in Heidelberg. Sitting to my left at arm’s length on the other side of the bench was a young woman. . . She was giving meContinue reading “Entry 20”

Entry 18

Note to self: if you’re having space cake to help you sleep, it’s almost impossible to track your dreams the following morning. Here’s one I wrote from 06 Sept 2019, Friday: I was teaching a class of adult men, black men, I guess. I asked one student to fill in what’s missing in a sentence:Continue reading “Entry 18”

Entry 15

Couldn’t remember the dream from this morning, so posting one I wrote on 05 September 2019, Thursday: This co-worker of mine from — was speaking to me; I’m lying down and she’s looking down to me, her dark hair falls around her face. . . She’s doing something, reaching for things while she’s talking toContinue reading “Entry 15”