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I had the most detailed, vivid dream a couple of nights ago. It was an odd dream -- although I suspect most dreams are a bit odd. But, it was so just incredible that, even now, a couple of days later, the images and memory of it are still kicking around in my brain.

I was with my husband, and we were walking in the downtown area of some city. I'm not sure which city it was. It could have been DC, which is, basically, where we live. Or, it could have been Houston or San Antonio, both places we have, also, lived. Or, even Philadelphia -- not a former home of ours, but a place we just recently visited. This past week, in fact. Anyhow, it was, pretty much, your generic downtown, city-type scene -- lots of concrete ... tall buildings looming over us and shutting out the sun ... everything looking gray. We were walking down the middle of a street. I remember looking down and seeing double yellow lines painted on the pavement and thinking it was so strange there were no cars around. There weren't any people, either. No traffic sounds, none of that background "white noise" type of stuff that you get when you put a lot of people all together in one small place. Just ... silence. Except I could hear birds singing. I didn't see any birds, but I could hear their songs -- lilting and lyrical, rising above all the gray around us with a poignant beauty that almost made me want to cry.

I didn't know where we were going, but I just followed my husband. This isn't an unusual occurrence for me, really. He and I have been together for a long time -- 15 years, 7 of those as a married couple -- and I have this tendency toward getting lost. Let's just say I'm often geographically challenged and leave it at that. The oddity of it all is that, often, I'm very good at figuring out different subway and metro rail systems. I seem always to know exactly where we are going, where we need to get off, and in which direction we need to travel to reach our destination -- even in cities where I don't speak the language. I'm kind of like an idiot savant that way, I suppose. But, that's not relevant to this particular dream. Suffice to say, I have just grown accustomed to following along behind my husband when we are together. Yes, it doesn't say very much about me as an "independent, liberated" woman of the new millenium. But, it's our dynamic, and it works for us.

So, we walk ... and walk ... and walk. It seems like we walk forever in this gray concrete jungle. Without ever seeing another person. Without seeing any cars. Without seeing any signs of life at all. Just walking down the middle of this huge street, with the buildings looming over us, following the yellow painted lines off into the distance.

We come to this hill and climb. And, at the top ... everything changes.

It's like the entire world opens up beneath us. The hill on which we are standing drops straight down. I mean straight down -- like, if you looked over the edge, you would believe you were going to fall off the face of the earth. Yeah, that kind of scary-huge drop off. And, below us, spread out in a valley is just this incredible, bright, vivid burst of color. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Brown ... undulating back and forth, back and forth, in waves. At first, my mind can't register the sight. I think it must be the ocean. We must have walked all the way to the ocean, and I'm looking down at it moving in waves, reflecting back the sunlight or something. But, then, my mind clears a bit, and I realize it's not water I'm looking at -- it's trees. Hundreds and thousands of trees, spreading out as far as my eyes can see, blowing in the wind, which is creating the wave-like effect. It's so much color and so bright, I almost can't process it after all the gray we just walked through. Even the hill on which we are standing -- right up until the very top, it's paved, with the yellow line in the middle. The street, from the city. But, as soon as the drop-off starts, the hill is green, covered in soft grass that, also, blows in the wind, creating waves of motion.

I feel ... enchanted by what I'm seeing. It's the only word that can really come close to describing my reaction. So much incredible, vivid color. And, I can't remember ever seeing this many trees all in one place. I just stop at the top of the hill and stare, and I feel my breath steal away from me.

My husband smiles at me and tells me, "Let's go." He starts down the hill. Remember, it's a hugely steep drop off. And, I'm really scared. Too scared to go down. I want to follow him. I want to go into that beautiful, fairy-tale forest, but I'm too scared of falling. So, I hesitate. He takes a few steps, and, when he realizes I'm not with him, he comes back, holding out his hand. I take his hand and step forward, feeling as if I'm stepping off the edge of the world. But, of course, it's OK. It is steep, but we don't have much trouble walking down the hill.

When we reach the bottom, I realize why the trees' colors were so dazzling. They are standing in water. Not water like in an ocean, but water like in a high mountain stream or lake. It's the cleanest, purest water I've ever seen. In spite of the wind moving the trees, the water is still and perfectly reflective. It looks like glass, or like a mirror, and it shows a perfect reflection of each tree, making the forest seem twice as dense as it really is. Even just looking at it, I can tell the water will be cool to the touch. It is, literally, the most perfect, most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I just feel awestruck and incredibly small in the face of this scene.

My husband smiles at me, and walks right into the water. It looked deep, but it only comes up to his waist. He motions for me to follow him, but I'm afraid. I don't know why, because I feel very peaceful being here. I feel like I belong here, and, yet, I hesitate. He begins to move away from me ...

And, that's when I woke up.

What does it mean, I wonder? I have no idea, really. I suppose I'll never know. But, I'm not sure I'll ever forget the feeling of seeing that ocean of trees for the first time. The impact of looking down at what I believed was water, only to realize it was a trick of the light, and I was looking at a never-ending forest of beautiful, jewel-toned trees. I don't know why I hesitated over entering the water. I'm not sure what I was afraid of, and, now, I wonder whether I would have followed my husband in. Would I have thrown caution to the wind and jumped in with both feet, laughing and eager for a new adventure? Or, would I have let my fear get the better of me, so that I remained, abandoned and alone, on the shoreline? I guess I'll never know, but I like to hope I would choose to jump in. Because, sometimes, life is like that. You just have to dive right in, even when you're afraid.

Dreams...

Date: 2006-11-13 10:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] manrikigusari.livejournal.com
You know, the first part of your dream really reminds me of the book Neuromancer. You know it? The God-Like figure of Mercer keeps walking up this hill, keeps on hoping to reach the top, and joining people together in that hope. Maybe getting a bit philosophical here, but the way you described it was so vivid that I could almost see it myself! Wonder what Freud would think of the fact that you didn't want to go in the water... I have no idea, personally, but it is realy strange that it is all so clear after so long!

Hm, how come I only get dreams about being a mutant that shoots electricity out of her fingers?!!! I wanna be deep and philosophical too! (Mind you, it is a cool power...heh heh heh...)

Re: Dreams...

Date: 2006-11-13 02:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tex-chan.livejournal.com
You know, Neuromancer sounds familiar, as does Mercer's name. But, I don't recall reading that book. Perhaps I picked it up in the bookstore and read the jacket, or something. Although, I've gotten to the point where I sometimes can't remember the books I read. Perhaps because of my own writing -- most everything gets lost in the face of the stories in my head. Actually, it's pretty sad and pathetic for me to admit that out loud. *thinks about slinking off to find a place to hide*

I wonder about the water thing, too. I'm sure that must say something very basic about my personality. I'm kind of glad I woke up before I had a chance either to go into the water or refuse. That way, I can tell myself I probably jumped in. =P

I wouldn't mind having that electricity-shooting power. Now, that would come in handy! *snickers*
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Re: These Dreams go on when I close my eyeeeees!

Date: 2006-11-13 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tex-chan.livejournal.com
Heh. I'm glad to know I'm not the only one with that darn song stuck in my head. It seemed like the "perfect" title for this entry. But, the moment I wrote it down, that darn song started playing in my head, and I was like: "D'OH! >.O

I'm lucky. I don't often have nightmares. Usually, my dreams are pretty OK, although they're not always as vivid as this one.

My hubby is a fast-walker, too. It can be hard to keep up with him, so I feel your pain there. *sigh*

I'm so glad you have someone with you in your dreams now. It does make the scary stuff a lot easier to live through, doesn't it? *hugs*

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Date: 2006-11-13 04:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bladedfan.livejournal.com
You really do paint a vivid picture with words, y'know? That image of the trees and the lake sounds beautiful. And, I agree with Aernath. I think you would have gone along. Because, you love aqnd trust Hubby-san, and you know he'd never let anything bad happen to you. And plus... you're a pretty darn brave person yourself. ^_^

*GLOMS*

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Date: 2006-11-13 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tex-chan.livejournal.com
Awww, thanks! *gloms* I'm afraid it didn't come out half as vividly on paper as it showed up in my mind. But, I guess that's just the way it goes. *nervous laugh*

Me? Brave? Heh. Not so much. *sweatdrop*

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Date: 2006-11-13 07:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bladedfan.livejournal.com
Yes, you are brave, my friend, even if you don't see it. ^_^ *hugs*

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Date: 2006-11-13 07:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tex-chan.livejournal.com
Mostly, I can't see it because I'm too busy hiding from the things that scare me. =P

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Date: 2006-11-13 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bladedfan.livejournal.com
'Cept when you run out to fwap the offending thing to death with a brick. ^_^ *will not be deterred*

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Date: 2006-11-13 08:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tex-chan.livejournal.com
Ah, yes ... well ... it's easy to be brave when you've got a brick.

*thinks that should probably be on a t-shirt somewhere* =P

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Date: 2006-11-13 09:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bladedfan.livejournal.com
-O.O- *LUVS that phrase*

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Date: 2006-11-13 08:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bladedfan.livejournal.com
Oh, and did LJ email you my comment about the RJ death scene? Just wondering. ^.^'

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Date: 2006-11-13 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tex-chan.livejournal.com
YES! And, it made me sniffle and get all teary-eyed. (In a good way.)I just haven't had time to comment back to it yet -- mainly because I was busy reading and re-reading (many times) what you wrote. *embarrassed*

But ... *GLOMS* for what you said. And, for reading. And, most especially for celebrating Rupert's demise with me.

...

Er, well, that sounded really ... bad ... didn't it? >.O

*must stop typing now* ... o.o

Let me take an armchair stab at this...

Date: 2006-11-13 09:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kmktr.livejournal.com
The beautiful, fluid forest in your dream is such an interesting image, for trees are often seen as bastions of stability, and water is the avatar of change. Trust you to blend them into one like this! Change, even when it is for the better, even when you know it will be beautiful, is scary. It is, as you sensed, a step, in blind faith, into the unknown.

I think it is very critical that you were following your husband, and not just for the reason you mentioned (and not any sort of feminist thing either). You have, well, 'sacrificed' your professional career to be a mother, but also to be a wife, one who understands what her husband faces each day as perhaps other lawyers' wives can't, giving you an ability to support him in ways they aren't able to. Don't ever sell yourself short for being able to do this for him! However, that does mean that how the family fares (as far as the world is concerned) is entirely in your husband's hands. Maybe that's why, in your dream, you follow him.

I can think of one thing this dream might mean to you, with the very ordinary, never-varying scene you were following your husband through opening up into such a beautiful, yet odd and new forest as it did. I'm sure, now that I've pointed out the elements, you'll figure it out, too. ^_~

When you describe your dream as vividly as you did, it makes me think of that lovely scene in Howl's Moving Castle where Howl wants to lead Sophie down that flower-filled hillside to his hide-away study, and she holds back, fearful of what change will occur if she follows him.

Never fear, brave lady, you would have taken your courage between both hands, reached forward and followed your husband into whatever wonderful adventure awaited you. I'm sure of it!

Re: Let me take an armchair stab at this...

Date: 2006-11-14 07:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tex-chan.livejournal.com
I probably would have followed him. Since that's what I usually do. Plus, I trust him. There aren't many people in this world I can say that about. ^.^

Leaving my career behind was not as difficult as it should have been, given how hard I had to work to get said career, in the first place. But, living within a society where you are only as valuable as what you do for a living is very hard. When you choose to do as I have done, it's like you drop out of society and cease to exist. I'm still a real person. I still have the same wants and dreams I always did, but most people gloss over that in favor of making me nothing more than a wife and a stay-at-home mom. It's as if society believes you have failed if you choose to drop out of the "rat race". (Even if you have very good reasons for it, as I did.)

Even so, I like to think of myself as continuing to move forward and change under my own momentum -- as trying to grab hold of dreams that, up till now, have proven elusive. Maybe that's what the dream means -- that I will have the courage to move forward, into the dreams I have held dear for myself. My husband's presence would still make sense, even in that context, as he always does his best to encourage me.

Hmmmm ... *ponders over this*

And ... *gloms* to you for posting. I thought you had forgotten all about my LJ, I haven't seen you over here in so long. Or, maybe you just got scared of all the empty Cheetos bags and beer bottles that seem to by laying around the Bish Closet all the time. *nervous laugh* (Assassin boyz can be sooo messy! =P)

*gloms summore*

Re: Let me take an armchair stab at this...

Date: 2006-11-14 03:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tex-chan.livejournal.com
Argh ... that should read:

"... and changing under my own momentum"

and

"...Cheetos bags and beer bottles that seem to be laying around ..."

I should know better than to try posting comments late at night when I'm cross-eyed from being too tired. *shame*

Come to think of it, perhaps it should be "lying around" instead of "laying around" ... I always have trouble with those two. Each time I think I have it straight, I realize I most certainly Do Not.

...

Uh ... but I'm rambling now, aren't I?

*ahem* Going away now. No, really. Elvis has left the Live Journal. *slinks off in shame*

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Date: 2006-11-14 10:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] baakay.livejournal.com
Wow, she says!! (a little slow on the uptake, I am, but I'm glad I found it later rather than never!!)

I'd rather have your dream than the ones I usually have, about Nate and I trying to find a place to live. Or being married and divorced and remarried -- the recurring dream that has recurred so many times that I sometimes have to think carefully to remember it's only been once...

Here's what I see: even though you did follow your husband, the place you followed him to is a place you obviously found to be beautiful, alive, peaceful... much more pleasant than the lifeless gray city you were in. Natural. I was also struck by the "oh, it's a Miyazaki dream!" nature of it all. :)

Usually the dreams that stay with you because they're so vivid mean something is changing at a deep level. Have you been feeling external pressure from someone or something about having decided to be a stay at home mom, you lucky duck? (oh, sorry...that last phrase wasn't supposed to be there *sweatdrop*) Because that reads to me like a subconscious message that you've left the hard-lined concrete world from something much more real.

Maybe your husband's turning and smiling at you means that it's REALLY ok for you to be there. In the softer place. That he encourages you. :)

****

And in a random response to what was probably a rhetorical question: you're not an idiot-savant, you have a particular skill which is called "wayfinding" in the psychological literature. I have this too. If I have to travel to a strange place I rarely have any problem getting from point A to point B -- and am always surprised by the people who don't seem able to see and/or read all of the directional signs and context hints we build into our public spaces. And yet I can get lost in town (ask Kymaera...I think he catalogs the numbers of times I've taken the wrong turn with him in the car. *grumbles*)

Be proud of yourself! :) You got SKILZ!!

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