Water Sports

I was on a small boat in a large warehouse full of water - a giant pool. The boat pulled up to a large, light-blue inflated raft which was used as a walkway to seats. There was to be some sort of water sport that we were attending.

I gingerly stepped out onto the raft, but, of course, it sank in beneath me. I knew I would not be able to walk on it, nor would I be able to climb up to the seating area.

On the other side of the blue raft, I noticed a set of stairs that led up to a ladder. I walked, ankle-deep, to the stairs and climbed up, although the stairs did not lead all the way up to the upper seating area.

From the stairs, I was able to climb onto a side rail and crawl along until I reached the upper level. This was a silly thing to do, because my hands could not carry my weight for long. Someone from the seats yelled - "You can't do that!"

I stopped, made my way back to the flimsy steps and climbed down. As I began to make my way down the blue raft, thinking...I just need to get out of here. This isn't for me.... I spotted a gate and an easy set of accessible stairs. How did I miss that the first time? I opened the gate, and began to look for the stairs. As things often are in dreams, the seating became jumbled - no space for me to sit, uncomfortable seating, difficulty in getting down the aisle to a seat. I climbed to the top and found a door leading outside.

There, my sister and her family awaited me in their van, but first..the had to go back inside and order BBQ to take home for dinner.

Ralph's Ocean House

An unknown dream friend and I were invited to the mansion of Ralph Fiennes somewhere on the coast of what looked like Central California. The dream began in a car ride to his home.

The road twisted and turned along the coast, with at times no cushion between the road and the edge of the cliff. We sped along the highway watching with the birds in the wind.

Suddenly we noticed a hand-rail on the cliffside. No house, nothing else, just the handrail. We pulled the car to the side, and I got out see what was below. At the edge, near the banister, I could see a set of stairs leading down to a house sitting on the very edge of another cliff. Much of the house was on stilts. Below the house was still water, and reflections of a few homes in the distance up the shore. It was dizzying, sickening, and spectacular.

Across the street was the beginning of the stairs that led up to Ralph's house; although we never climbed them. We just appeared at his front door the next moment.

A knock, a brief wait... and there he was. Handsome, suave, quietly beautiful and powerful. He let us in and led us up the stairs to the first floor of his home. Somewhere we knew his wife was hiding out.

This is where the oddities of a dream began. Each stair was separated by a large amount of space, and the banister stopped before reaching the top. At the end of the precarious climb, I had to crawl on the floor to make it up. At the top, I pulled myself up and stood.

The house was classically decorated, neat, clean, but dark and empty feeling - not empty in furniture, but empty in life.

We walked down the hallway, and Ralph disappeared. As we admired the view of the ocean from a hallway window, we heard Ralph argue with his wife. Things were obviously not good. The entire house and mood was dark. Outside the window, in the court below was a pool with dark blue water and a few umbrellas and chairs in a tight space. Beyond, a blue expanse of ocean.

My unknown friend left the room and went downstairs to explore more. And I was left standing there by the window, now without a top or bra on, my hands cupping my breasts in a failed attempt to hide them. Ralph came out and made a comment about large breasts being impressive. Great..the one thing I had going for me. :)

He made apologies for not being able to show us around the house, and he then returned to his wife to finish their conversation.

Clothed again, I walked around the darkened upper floor and discovered a new stairway. This too had individual steps with large spaces in between. In addition, the stairway was very narrow and had no banister. I decided to squeeze my way down, thinking that although it was treacherous, it was still better than the first set of stairs.

Along the way, I came across a man playing an instrument on the stairs, poissibly a harmonica. It was hard to get past him...as I tried, the dream became jumbled, and I woke up.

Destruction

Last Night's Dream: I was living in an older home, one I was about to sell. It had high beam ceilings over a loft area. I looked up at the ceiling and noticed that the area where the bathroom is upstairs was blackened, wet and about to cave in on us.

My eyes followed the damage up to the loft area, which was visible from the living room, until I discovered a large part of the roof was missing, torn apart. Whatever had caused the damage had worked its way through the roof and into the loft.

I could see that my house, my investment, had been destroyed - no chance of selling it now. I cried, knowing I could never afford to fix it. Then I awoke.

Grotto Power

This dream began at Disneyland, where I was visiting with friends and family. An employee came up to us as we sat by the Autopia ride, and she demanded to see our park entrance tickets. We produced them instantly, and she left, but we were left with a sense of dread.

I offered to take one of the boys out of the park to get some lunch while the others stayed in the park. Upon leaving the park, we found ourselves not in the parking lot, but standing next to a river, on the other side of which was a cave entrance. Disneyland was gone, and we were now surrounded by rocks and desert.

The boy that was with me was now an older brother (which I do not have). We walked up to a woman who was standing by the river, acting as a guard or river-crossing guide. She told us to jump in and swim across the river to the cave entrance. At the entrance to this cave was a boy encouraging us by waving.

My brother jumped in first and swam over before I could decide what to do. The crossing guard told me to jump and gave me a push. I hit the water and sank to the bottom, frantically trying to swim up. Somehow, I felt weighted down and my hands felt tied, and I had this horrible feeling that I was about to drown, when the crossing guard reached down and pulled me up. Suddenly I was next to the cave entrance on the other side of the river.

My brother was there waiting for me, but he was now quite a bit older - early 20's. He waved at me to follow him into the cave. In entering the cave, we found a house and walked through the darkened front door.

All about the room were boys, 15-20's, in groups talking, fighting, laying about. My brother grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him through the dark rooms. Everywhere about us was an evil force, a foreboding, but we kept moving through.

At some point in the darkness, my brother had become Brad Pitt - tall and handsome, but evil. He kept whispering, "I can do this. I want to become the leader of the guys." Suddenly we were in a dark hallway, unable to see what the force was in front of us. It pulled us into the darkness, and then pushed us away violently. Back, back, back away from this thing we went. Fear enveloped me; Brad made me face it.

We backed into an underground grotto, water to our thighs. People, laying about the cave, stared at us, but made no move to greet us. Brad kept repeating, "I can do this. I am their leader! It's me!" I was frightened.

We waded around the corner, where Brad took a lit cigarette and put it out on his forehead. "That was my coronation." He then shoved me against a wall, pressing me painfully against it, and then backed away and waved me out of his presence. I walked back around the corner, up stone carved steps to a stone balconey in the grotto. At this point, my hair had grown down past my waist, and had turned bleached blonde. My eyes and stomach glowed white, and on my glowing belly was a crosshair sign. A woman there, who was identical to me, said, "You've just been inpregnated."

"I know," I replied. We turned our heads toward the people in the grotto and watched them. I awoke.

Animal Friendly

Years ago I had a dream where I was on the beach. I had to use the bathroom, so I ventured into an apartment building with a courtyard. As I came out from the bathroom, I crossed the courtyard. I looked up to the balconies, and standing there were hundreds of goats on their hind legs. They waved at me with one hoof, keeping the other on the rail for balance, yelling.."Goodbye! It was nice to meet you! Please, come again. Goodbye!" There was such a warm feeling to that dream. They were accepting and friendly. I never did return to that apartment building.

Love on a Pogo Stick

I have the strangest and most imaginative dreams. Last week, I dreamt that I made love with a man who was sitting on seat attached to a pogo stick. We bounced all over the room.

I know. Can't help what I dream.