the dreaming pool

I only remember a few vivid details about last nights' dream. It seemed a dream to last all night, it just went on and on. 

I was travelling, through a forest, with my family, with friends.  We were on a soft forest path, going over hills, through fields. It seems we were heading towards somewhere, although I cannot remember quite where.  I know there was a child with us, a small child (there was a subdream at some point concerning this odd, small, baby/child, but I cannot remember it fully).  I was concerned for the child, as at one point we were walking on a muddy, clay like surface.  There was a sludge like water around the path, and you could see crocodiles (or alligators) lurking close to the path. Some of thier snouts emerged ON the path, and we had to walk carefully over the creatures. I thought someone should pick the child up, so it wouldn't get snatched by a crocodile.  We had to climb over a steep type of hill... to get away from the wierd path.

There came a point that our family broke up.. my father and I were trying to find my sister and mother.  We ended up at this old museum.  It was actually an old house, and parts of it looked like it was rooms for rent... but you walked through (seeing made beds and small kitchens in various rooms) and eventually you came to a museum/gallery/store.  There were old paintings mixed with new, abstracted paintings.  There was also unique jewellry for sale. My father went to buy an odd neckless (all beaded, with the beads forming a round ball) for my mother... paying in toonies... on the counter of the checkout I saw two pairs of earings... with a note.. (my mothers name and sister's name) attached to them. I realized that my mom and sis had left them there... so I grabbed them to give to them when I saw them.  My sister's earing was a beaded item, my mother's looked like a warped, flattened dice... with one hole (that looked like a dice hole) in the centre.

My father and I found our family and went to go back.. but I suggested a shortcut, off the path.  We went over large fields, and ended up in the dark forest. My father said it was an evil forest... I said.. "no, not evil, just dark and frightening, it's only b/c you are scared that you call it evil.". He insisted that it was evil... and as the darkness set about us and the wind howled through the trees I tried to keep my rational mind about me.  

All that I remember after that was a rememberance of a dream within a dream... of knowing I could take off in the deep, dark woods and be quite comfortable there, among wolves and other creatures. That I had done it before.  

My dreams lately have given me nothing but scattered, disembodied images to remember (or so it seems). Between the chaos of Christmas and my noisy neighboors reducing my sleep (a lot), my dream life seems be lagging.

 Last night I remember one odd thing:
A fish.

I was taking lessons on how to fish a certain *type* of fish from a woman.  We were wading an a shallow lake type thing... with a sandy beach. I was very close to the beach.  We were using a knotted rope to fish, no bait.. just casually stirring the water with a knotted rope.  Slowly, a white, smallish (10lbs maybe) fish appeared... and I was teasing it with the rope, almost *teaching* it to bite the rope.  After a fair bit of teasing and watching the fish swim after the rope, I let it take it, and I took it from the water... with it landing on the beach.  The aim however was not to hurt the fish.. as this was an odd training session... so I gently took the fish from the sand and placed it back in the water..

and away it swam.

Hopefully, with the advent of moving to a quieter apartment in February, and possibly the eviction (one can only hope) of the awful neighboors, my dream life will improve. 

I remembered two separate yet equally bizarre dreams.

The first: about viscous lobsters, or lobster/scorpion type creatures anyway.

I was with my family on some sort of holiday fishing expedition.  We were at a house.. and being given a tour of what it held.  It was a tall house, and when you entered.. the first thing you saw on one wall was a bunk, with a window.. and two walls that led out to... an ocean.  The room opened to an  ocean.  Then we were led up stairs to another room, which also opened up to either an ocean or lake, it had a different shoreline, but was still a room with a window and bed type thing on the other side.  There were other floors with similar make up.  However... from the second floor up, there were a growing amount of lobster type creatures.  Gray/blue ones at first... and then red ones, larger.. then the others. The "guide" said to stay away from the red ones, but that was hard as one was chasing me.  I made my way up the bunk bed but it's claw caught my leg, and scratched it.  I climbed further, and waited until it was safe to come down... I ran to find my sister and parents to tell them of the viscous lobsters, but they didn't believe me.. even after I showed them the cut on my leg.

There was more to that dream, but that is all I can vividly recall.

The second dream I had was in some sort of classroom. I was seated at a long, wide table.  All of us sat on one side.. artwork was strewn across the table.  A person in front of me was demonstrating framing and matting techniques and colours.. I corrected him on a few things (I was a picture framer for a long time).. and he agreed with the corrections.  My boss sat  beside me.. and a few people I used to know from my school days were also sitting at the table.  Then my artwork was pulled from the pile... the man was now an older, large/tall woman... and she was critiqueing my artwork.  The thing of this dream was I can recall in great detail this art that I did. It was a charcoal drawing... there was a profile of a face on it.. and I think a wolf profile as well... but in between was a lot of noise that when studied closely, turned out to be a mountain scene, with a road, winding.. and a town nestled in the mountains.  When you noticed this and studied it closely, the scene came to life... and you could hear the noise of children playing, and of cars and of wind in the trees.  Everyone agreed they could hear it.. but my boss could not.. and dismissed it.  He only looked for 30 seconds though, and i pointed out his impatience to him.  

The woman then chastised the other "students" for not doing any artwork yet... and started throwing caramel candies at us... little ones for the people who hadn't done any work.. and I got a large one for doing my work... large candy was my reward.

That is all I can recall of that one before waking for good.

I had a dream about time.  And superheroes?

My sister was attending some superhero convention.  For real superheroes.  I was visiting her at the hotel.  She was coming from some sort of lower level.. laughing and on the arm of some tights clad superhero.  She saw me and separated from him. She told me they were all here... I said something about "even the one with the white  hair?".. and she said yes.. they had the hair, the costumes, everything.  We walked down a hall towards a hotel room and walked in.  A few heroes were lounging in a spa bath, and some on the main part of the room. 
Suddenly the room seemed to spin... and in the seconds that it settled, some how, most of the superheroes around us had been brutally murdered.  My sister screamed.  Someone who looked a lot like Spiderman survived... and was hanging from the cieling.. he was in shock.. he didn't know how they had been suddenly killed... and no one saw anything. 

I went out of the hotel and down a sidewalk... sitting wierdly atop some trimmed hedged, was a glass boxed clock. The clock itself was actually a piece of paper (or as thin as).  It was worn.  I opened the glass box.. and I moved it's hands backwards by an hour.  Suddenly the world around me rewound in a fast speed... no one was aware of it but me.  I knew this was the device that let the superheroes be killed.  Once time had gone back an hour I took the piece of paper out of the glass and put it in an envelope to carry with me.. and I ran back to the hotel.  I told everyone, who was now alive again, what had happened... and to keep watch for anyone suspicious.  I had the clock now, so she (for some reason I knew it was a woman doing this) couldn't do her evil deed.

The dream skips forward then... and some older, mafia looking man is after me and that clock.... I keep rewinding it by five minutes to stay ahead of him.  I realize, at some point in the dream.. that I have a dangerous weapon in my  hands. That I could go back as far as want, that I could change history. I realize I should rip the clock in half... but I just can't.. I can't give the clock up.

That is when I woke up. 

more wolf dreams.

I was inside, behind glass, near a kitchen and my mother was standing close by.  I saw some large squirrel type creature sitting on a tree stump outside.  It was a large yard, wild, like it was in the middle of a forest.  Further away I spotted a wolf.. I told my mother.. who thought it was a bit sad the squirrel was about to get eaten.

Instead, the wolf came towards the glass. (like patio doors).  It had around it's neck, what looked like a beaded pouch and necklace.. very native american looking.  I said to my mother.. "I think the wolf used to be a person"... my mother made no comment.  I put my hand to the glass and the wolf, now joined by another adorned wolf.. put his paw to my hand... suddenly I could go thru the glass.. somehow transforming into a wolf as I went to the other side.  I bore a piece of jewellry myself.. and on the ground, in the grass, I saw a heart shaped, pink bejewelled necklace.  I took it in my mouth and gave it to my mother, so she would know, that it was me inside this wolf.

I then went off on a path deeper into the forest with the other wolves... and can remember no more after that.