I had many dreams last night.
I love dreaming at night, as I sleep, believing it to be a release as well as a personal advice columnists providing insights just for me.
Three related dreams were visited. In the first, I was in a pastoral land visiting another. I have no idea who the other was but I knew them in the dream, apparently identifying them as a friend or relative. The land I visited was their land, yet I began to think of it as my land. Driving around it, I wondered why they hadn't improved it, believing the improvements I had in mind would make it a better place. With that thought, I created a road to be followed around the large parcel. It would circle a lake, I decided, viewing a depression that would be a good location for a lake. I'll pave the roads and add more buildings. I was quite happy and believe the owner would be happy with my choices.
Although I didn't leave that place, I seemed to move forward in time and place to another part of the dream, further on. The land was developed, the lake was in place, the buildings were built, and others were present. One other person, a man, approached me. We were addressing a mutual problem. I have no idea what that problem was nor who he was, but I knew him and trusted him. For us to address our problem, we decided it necessary to go somewhere else. We needed to fly there. A small, single engine prop job, like a Cessna, was not far from us so we borrowed the plane with me flying it. "I didn't know you could fly," the man told me, and I replied, "This is my first time."
We flew across choppy, chilly looking indigo water. Bluffs to our west became visible, then a beach with a resort hotel. I know that place, I though in my dream. As we sailed toward the yellow and clay brown bluff, I realized my speed was too fast. This was it, the moment of challenge, for I needed to land. Acting instinctively, I managed the controls and we touched down, feather light, on a bumpy stretch of grassy field on top of the bluff.
Exiting the aircraft, we descended to the beach and resort hotel, looking for people and answers. We found another person, who we considered a friend. He gave us information. We decided he needed to go back to us to our starting point. Worrying some about the aircraft's capabilities, I asked him what he weighed. We flew off without issue.
Afterward, after awakening, I remembered the bluff and resort hotel as a place I'd dreamed of once before. In that dream, tidal waves had destroyed that hotel. My wife and I had been saved by taking refuge on the bluff, along with a few others, but most people had died after ignoring our warnings.
In the third dream, I was at the place I'd built up, using a restroom facility. When I finished, I discovered that the entrance had been walled in. Knowing it was fresh, I used strength and leverage to topple the new wall. Then I wanted to know who had done this to me. Seeking clues, I discovered another dead person, a man, in another restroom. Gray and dry, he'd long been dead, from a knife thrust into his chest. As another man arrived to help me investigage, I awoke.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com