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January 5, 2006
My strange dreams 
Outside there is a very lovely and dramatic sunrise.
It seems that the rains are letting up for a few days. My bike is still in the garage downstairs, waiting for me to ride it home. Maybe tonight.
Work is draining me. It's been a rollercoaster. Need. More. Exercise. To try to work some in, I've been trying to drink a lot of water (so I have to at least walk to the washroom), and I've been trying to run a flight of stairs or so every couple of hours. Just to get the blood moving. Still, we haven't got official word that we're not going parttime next Monday, and I got assigned a task last night that there is no way in hell I'll be able to get done today. Interesting times.
But I had a crazy dream the other night. I dreamt that someone wronged me, and I sought justice and prevaled. Then, I was somehow in hiding, but was running a marathon as a heroic figure. Yeah, go figure that one out. I'm sure there's a crystal clear explanation for my neuroses somehow contained in that phrase! So yes, I was running this marathon—weird, huh? Okay, it gets weirder, of course. The marathon crosses the border from Austria into another country. (I'm guessing Switzerland, but it really wasn't ever evident in the dream. But I'm guessing Switzerland because I asked someone in French and then German about something [and those are two of the four official languages of der Schweiz]). And, you are expected to stay the night at the border.
So, the marathon starts midafternoon, or maybe evening. We run through the jungle (yes, I asked someone as I didn't remember Austria having jungle. Global warming, sheesh!), and get to the town where everyone must spend the night. I go to a movie (huh?), and then the next morning, I start running again, and am guided by a deaf or blind bicyclist (what does that mean?). I woke up just before the end, though it was clear that I was going to finish and be triumphant. In deference to real life, however, I was very slow.
Last night's dream was not so interesting. I dreamt I was studying volcanic systems, and that there was a huge volcanic system in the midwest. Like, centered in Chicago. I dreamt there was a road trip to see the mountains, calderas, etc. Lots of map-making. Oh, and I fell madly in love with a cat at library school. I just adored this cat. What the hell?
Posted at January 5, 2006
Comments
Good Lord, your choices of pictures and some content are oddly like mine. We are both listed as technorati walking choice blogs.
Joan - Charleston
Posted by: Joan at January 6, 2006 3:56 AM
Dreams are so strange! Have a great weekend & I hope things turn out well on the work front.
Posted by: neca at January 6, 2006 5:23 AM
I love dreams. I've often appreciated how they pull out the bits that are rattling around your subconscious and bring them together. I recently had a dream where I was standing on a freeway overpass that was half Portland and half Philadelphia and I was dragging my bed across. I was tangled and stuck in the middle, until a moment came where I realized I could pick it all up and tuck it under my arm. I took it to mean that I am able to make my home in either place, and shouldn't feel so conflicted as to which city is home.
Posted by: Marisa at January 6, 2006 11:33 AM