weird dreamin'

me, walking dachshunds in the temperate weather in a red sweater, vintage black dress, and vintage neck scarf.

I wore a necklace combination of old keys, a severed seashell, a gold arrow,  a rose pendant, and a fox vertebrae.

I had the most bizarre dream Monday night. Granted, most of my dreams are weirdly grey-clouded and inherently eerie, but this one has been haunting me all of my waking moments lately.

Monday night, before I went to bed, I was conscious of the fact that I would be visiting the abandoned zinc mine (quarry) the next day. This fact informs the events of the dream that I will now divulge.

I woke up (woke down) into a dream that illustrated a weird dreamscape of this:

There were deep tide-pools. But, not tide-pools, as much as they were deep, circular gashes in the earth (filled with turquoise water). They were a whole lot like the emerald pools on the island of Maui in Hawaii (I have visited this place). In between each tide-pool was a flat valley, in which channels would flow, linking the tide-pools. In between the channels, pools and flat valleys, there were giant, metal ladders. On these ladders, one could observe the terrain and depths of the pools without actually exploring them.

For some reason, my entire mission during this dream was to reach the deepest pool. Mind you, I had explored this terrain in dreams before. In this dream, though, i was hellbent toward reaching the deepest of depths (as far as tide-like pools were concerned). Eventually, I tired of swimming from pool to channel to pool. I decided, finally, that I would climb one of the metal ladders situated in the valley to survey the terrain. I did just that...and...visually mapped the terrain. I was on the lookout for the deepest pool. The deepest pool appeared to be the southernmost, the last before a giant highway. Suddenly, I noticed (while upon the ladder), that there was a body in the depths of the deepest pool. The body floated, lifeless, at the bottom. The bottom of the pool was crystal clear, unlike any of the other pools in the whole dreamscape. Then, as soon as I made eye contact with the the body at the bottom of the pool, it began to float to the surface. I swam through the channels and valleys, unknowing of my ultimate destination, but hoping it be the deepest pool with the deadest body at the bottom.

Before I know it, I am at the the deepest pool. It is 400 feet deep, but I can clearly see the bottom....and someone is swimming toward me, with the deadest body, limp in her arms.

Then I wake up, having slept through two alarms.

-kc