A dream from about a week ago:
I arrive at "Lynn's house", and go in. This is the house she grew up in, and her parents are there. It's not a regular house, but has one very large room, which has all of the normal furniture and appliances that a house would have. The floor and walls are divided up into a Cartesian grid, squares of about 10" to a side, and there is no ceiling.
We are younger; I am in my mid-20s, and she is a teenager of 16 or 17. There are a half-dozen miscellaneous young people there with us, ranging from a boy of about 8 years to a young man of about 20. We are just hanging out, watching TV, and so on.
Lynn's hair is longer than it is now, down to just past the center of her back. Her father gives me the vague impression of a strict and domineering sort, but he doesn't interact with us much, as he is consumed with some annoying household chore....fixing a stove or something. I do not know what relation the other young people are to Lynn, if any.
Off-center in the room, a swimming pool is inset into the floor. Lynn wants to dive in, and she is going to do a difficult and awkward dive that requires her to enter vertically near the edge, so she asks me to help steady her as she bends over. So I grab her by the hips from behind, and she starts to dive. Just then, I realize that the pool is covered with a thick, stretchy woven canvas covering; her father has put it on to prevent anyone from entering the pool, but she doesn't see it. I try to stop her from diving down but it's too late. Instead of plunging into the water, she crumples up on the canvas, and bounces a couple of times, as if she had dived onto a trampoline.
Then, we all (except her parents) decide to go to "my" house. It's about 90 miles from Louisville, but we are instantly there. It's the house I lived in from the age of 5 to 12. My parents are there. We all go in and start milling about, then move to the basement (which, in waking life, the house did not have). The basement door to the outside is open, and several animals keep wandering in and out; a cheetah, an enormous dog that looks like a dingo, and a lion that appears to be a cross between an African lion and a mountain lion. The first two are docile, but the lion is mercurial; he will let someone pet him for a while, then suddenly turn around and grab the person with claws and teeth.
The little boy of about 8 years is there. He is of some very special bloodline (sort of like Sophie from the Da Vinci Code movie), and Lynn and I realize that we must protect him at all costs. He is fascinated by the lion and keeps trying to pet and hug him. I have to keep giving the boy stern warnings to stay away from the lion, and keep trying to shoo the lion out of the basement; neither effort works very well. At one point the lion lies down with the dingo and the cheetah, and the little boy tries to lie down with the lion and hug him. To stop a tragedy, we all agree to leave, and go back to Lynn's house. So we go out into my front yard, and there, waiting for us, is a helicopterish craft.
We all pile in. It's not like a normal copter; all the passengers and pilot stand up in a transparent fairing in the belly, which is open at the sides....so we can see and hear everything below us. I expect to take a short flight back to Louisville, but instead, we travel for what seems like hours, flying around the world 5 or 6 times, at low altitude, and along some circuitous path that keeps us over land most of the time. All along the way, we see and hear people, and we can hear and understand everything being said by the people below us; it appears to be due to some advanced feature of the craft.
Finally we come to Los Angeles. There appears to be some sort of great festival going on, and throngs of people are everywhere. There are so many people they are even in trees and on roofs. They are all excited, smiling, jabbering, eating ice cream cones and hot dogs...and we can hear and understand all of them at once. We start to land near Venice Beach, and the dream ends.
I asked Lynn for permission to post this, and she gracefully agreed. We then had a detailed discussion via PM about the possible symbology of the dream, which I won't reproduce here.
I arrive at "Lynn's house", and go in. This is the house she grew up in, and her parents are there. It's not a regular house, but has one very large room, which has all of the normal furniture and appliances that a house would have. The floor and walls are divided up into a Cartesian grid, squares of about 10" to a side, and there is no ceiling.
We are younger; I am in my mid-20s, and she is a teenager of 16 or 17. There are a half-dozen miscellaneous young people there with us, ranging from a boy of about 8 years to a young man of about 20. We are just hanging out, watching TV, and so on.
Lynn's hair is longer than it is now, down to just past the center of her back. Her father gives me the vague impression of a strict and domineering sort, but he doesn't interact with us much, as he is consumed with some annoying household chore....fixing a stove or something. I do not know what relation the other young people are to Lynn, if any.
Off-center in the room, a swimming pool is inset into the floor. Lynn wants to dive in, and she is going to do a difficult and awkward dive that requires her to enter vertically near the edge, so she asks me to help steady her as she bends over. So I grab her by the hips from behind, and she starts to dive. Just then, I realize that the pool is covered with a thick, stretchy woven canvas covering; her father has put it on to prevent anyone from entering the pool, but she doesn't see it. I try to stop her from diving down but it's too late. Instead of plunging into the water, she crumples up on the canvas, and bounces a couple of times, as if she had dived onto a trampoline.
Then, we all (except her parents) decide to go to "my" house. It's about 90 miles from Louisville, but we are instantly there. It's the house I lived in from the age of 5 to 12. My parents are there. We all go in and start milling about, then move to the basement (which, in waking life, the house did not have). The basement door to the outside is open, and several animals keep wandering in and out; a cheetah, an enormous dog that looks like a dingo, and a lion that appears to be a cross between an African lion and a mountain lion. The first two are docile, but the lion is mercurial; he will let someone pet him for a while, then suddenly turn around and grab the person with claws and teeth.
The little boy of about 8 years is there. He is of some very special bloodline (sort of like Sophie from the Da Vinci Code movie), and Lynn and I realize that we must protect him at all costs. He is fascinated by the lion and keeps trying to pet and hug him. I have to keep giving the boy stern warnings to stay away from the lion, and keep trying to shoo the lion out of the basement; neither effort works very well. At one point the lion lies down with the dingo and the cheetah, and the little boy tries to lie down with the lion and hug him. To stop a tragedy, we all agree to leave, and go back to Lynn's house. So we go out into my front yard, and there, waiting for us, is a helicopterish craft.
We all pile in. It's not like a normal copter; all the passengers and pilot stand up in a transparent fairing in the belly, which is open at the sides....so we can see and hear everything below us. I expect to take a short flight back to Louisville, but instead, we travel for what seems like hours, flying around the world 5 or 6 times, at low altitude, and along some circuitous path that keeps us over land most of the time. All along the way, we see and hear people, and we can hear and understand everything being said by the people below us; it appears to be due to some advanced feature of the craft.
Finally we come to Los Angeles. There appears to be some sort of great festival going on, and throngs of people are everywhere. There are so many people they are even in trees and on roofs. They are all excited, smiling, jabbering, eating ice cream cones and hot dogs...and we can hear and understand all of them at once. We start to land near Venice Beach, and the dream ends.
I asked Lynn for permission to post this, and she gracefully agreed. We then had a detailed discussion via PM about the possible symbology of the dream, which I won't reproduce here.