The Dream

I've been having a dream over the last two nights, and maybe writing and sharing will... I don't know- do something.

I am traveling to my grandmother's house, but she lives really far away, and I am travelling alone. My mother drops me off at the station, and I have two small bags with me, only enough to get by. It is like a train station, but the platform itself is a hole that is a tube running with water (think Raging Waters, Wild Rivers). I am clothed and dry and well made up. I am trendy, and that's unlike me. I look professional. I step into the platform/tube of water, and I am whooshed away. I am thinking about my mother's instructions. I will ride this for over an hour and then take a train and then take a bus to my grandmother's.

I exit the tube after a long time and wait for the train, and I am nervous because I am alone, and the faceless people offer no help to me. In fact, they don't really move. They are ensemble, tableaux. I take my train. I take my bus. And then I walk to my grandmother's house which is actually (meaning in waking life) my great grandmother's house, which is a two story wood cabin in the forest. I stay (in my dream) for two days as we wait for others to visit.

When it is time to leave, I know to take a shower. When I open it, the shower is on, and my aunt is in there. I say I'm sorry, but then I look again and she is only an inflatable doll. I push it aside and it becomes a kind of shower curtain. This time, I am not wearing clothes. A man comes in, who I know to be a relative. He says hello, but I tell him that I am just on my way home. Then the shower floor rounds and becomes the tube again. I am transported for over an hour to the train station, and when I exit, I find my bags and put on my clothes.

And that's the end so far. It's probably boring to other people. It makes a kind of sense to me, but I feel really awkward all through the dream, so I don't want to have it again. And maybe now I won't.