A Trip With Rachel

Rachel invited me on a trip while I was on another trip. She was in a small town, I don't know where. The atmosphere was of a cool university town. 

(Recent repetition: University, although inadvertently not primary in both dreams)

One of the very cool things in this dream is that she and some others in her group of women going on the trip worked at a telephone exchange that was outside in the middle of a quaint little downtown/Main Street area, with little stations including computers and stationary unicycles with cushy comfortable looking seats with back supports. I wanted to get a job working there. I asked Rachel what happens when it rains. She said nobody answers the phones, saying it with the humor she often invokes into normal conversation, leaving me still wondering what really happened.

She sent me to get something. I decided to take a shortcut through the woods. It began raining. There was a cliff and I ran along the edge. Then, something very interesting. It was like the ground beneath me was sliding, except it was not muddy, my feet weren't getting stuck in the mud, I was still running fast and trying to keep my balance as I ran, trying to stay by the side of the cliff for some unknown reason. Maybe that was just the way I knew to get there.

There was a man (I don't know who) who was running after me, trying to save me. He kept trying to grab my arm. I got away from him, and then I fell. I began sliding down the cliff with the ground sliding out from under me (which still was not like mud). I grabbed at roots of old sturdy trees to keep from going down. The man caught up to me and helped pull me back up.

I got back to Rachel and almost everything was packed. I saw my cat carrier and remembered my cat was with me. "I have to take her back home first. I can't take her on the trip", I exclaimed. It made little sense to me all through the rest of my dream, why did I have to take her back home if she was already on a trip with me? Why couldn't she continue. I was going through arguments with myself about where she would be safer and who would feed her and take care of her if I took her back home. I don't remember ever being able to make the decision.

There are parts of this dream I already don't remember. I may have to come back and revise if these memories return.

Later, I was driving my old faithful car on the 405 freeway, making a transition through construction areas to get on the Hollywood freeway. The transition was rough and I had to get out of my car and lead it with a rope to make the right turn onto the next stretch of road. 

Burning Cornbread

I was at work. I worked at a school office. There was a voice mail on my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize. It was my husband calling, borrowing someone else's phone because he had locked himself out of the apartment. It took me forever to return the call. When I called, the owner of the cellphone he'd called from almost couldn't find him anymore. When husband got on the phone, he was all panicky because he needed to get back inside soon. He was baking cornbread and it was going to burn.

It would take too long for me to get to the apartment with a key. I was going to call the manager for him. Everything was also going wrong with that process. There was a red "stop" button on my computer and I pressed that instead of the start button. I was trying to get the number for the manager off of the internet and had to restart my computer because I'd pressed that red button! When I finally got back on, I couldn't remember the name of our apartments. Husband already had to give the phone back to the guy, so no help there.

I said "He'll figure out to go to the manager's office", and I wondered why I hadn't just told him to do that in the first place. I just imagined the smell of burned cornbread smoky smell in our apartment, like a nightmare in the making, and realized I had wasted most of my lunchtime, so I proceeded to the vending machine to buy some Frito's corn chips.

The Day Before Yesterday or What Day Is It?

It seemed like I was traveling a long journey. It was a nice trip, travelling not through cities or open plains, but mostly as if I were in hills or mountain areas with many trees and lush greenery. Strange because some of the way I was walking and some of it I was driving; switching from walking back to driving, I never had a problem finding my car.

When I finally arrived, I thought I was arriving just in time for the New Year. People in the dream who were at the house I had traveled to were concerned about my loss of time. I was unaware of the real date and time. Yet, the worry was only showing on their faces. Nobody was helping me.

I was younger in the dream. I was there to attend school. At first I thought I was in college, but the way some people were talking, maybe I was really in high school. An old school friend came over to help me study, or at least that was what I was anticipating. When she arrived, I was busy talking about plans to study for finals and she looked at me very seriously. "The semester already ended. You were in the hospital for a long time."

I didn't even remember being in the hospital and I had no idea why I'd been in a hospital. I didn't necessarily want people to know anything further about how lost I was feeling, since everything was so weird already. I talked about going to the school and she looked at me again with those serious eyes of hers. "You can't go to that school anymore. You're out of the district." She showed me some papers and told me these were papers from the school I had to attend. I was in a hurry to straighten things out and get back to speed with my education. We went outside to the car, driving away from the house as if we were on the way to meet people at that school and get me enrolled. She told me she would help me catch up with my studies.