Dream Journal - 07/11/05

Those who read this site periodically may recall the only real recurring dream-type that I have is what I call the "Disney dream", where I dream I'm at some kind of Walt Disney World park, in various forms and permutations.

Last night I dreamed, not of Disney World, but of a visit to Six Flags over Georgia. It was an incredibly detailed dream, much more detailed than I am used to having (although much of it has, of course, faded since this morning). It was so detailed that to describe it would be as difficult to do as describing every detail of a New York street.. but I'll give you the gist of it:

At first I'm at Six Flags with a friend and his dad. We walk around through the park, and I am dismayed to see rows and rows of food vendors and carnival games. Over and over, with no real signs of any rides. And the food is of the corn dog/funnel cake variety, with little to no nutritional value. We get separated at a show, and I'm worried I won't be able to find them again. I think about trying to contact them via cellphone, but we soon run into each other again elsewhere in the park.

Later, I'm with my son and not with my friend anymore. We are walking around trying to find something to ride but there are only low-quality, low-thrill carny rides, and still more and more food stalls. We're disappointed by the lack of things to do.

Another case, I believe, of being disappointed in an enhanced expectation. What this portains to in my life is not clear, but what is clear is that my subconscious is trying to tell me something - else why not dream of a good time at a park, a place where I clearly love to go and share with my friends and family.

Dream Journal - 07/02/04

I am either watching, or actually am, the character "Will" from Land of the Lost. (refer to the link if you're not familiar with the show)

My dad and sister are gone, and I'm not sure where they are. I apparently have figured out a way to get back home, and it involved stringing a rope through a window - but first I have to step out onto the entrance to our cave.

When I do, I hear Grumpy the T. Rex roar in the not-too-far-off distance - I feel a shudder of real fear go through me/Will. I am paralyzed by the fear that the T. Rex is about to come and eat me.

I don't have the opportunity to feel real fear in my life - I lead a pretty safe existence. And I've watched dinosaurs TV shows and movies for years, and visited theme parks where they are simulated and have never felt a fear like this. I was terrified because I thought it was real. There was a real, living, breathing, eating dinosaur nearby and it was coming for me.