Losing Ground Redux

Date of dream: Friday, September 07, 2007

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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Another possible post-antidepressant/withdrawal dream. I didn't take notes so this is the general gist of it.

Somehow, a giant flood had occurred in the Cheboygan County area and it had undermined lots of the earth so that things were sinking and collapsing. In an early part of the dream, I was in the company of a young man--kind of scruffy but cute--and possibly a young woman, maybe someone else, and we were in a car, driving to escape the collapses, only to end up on a busy paved road or highway that was itself in the midst of breaking apart. The guy was a skilled driver (he seemed older at one point) and even though a huge chunk of the asphalt had broken and sunk by at least a few feet (the measurement given in the dream seemed less, like maybe 18"), he drove fast and when the car went over the edge it wasn't even very jarring. But there were other broken sections and I didn't know how we'd get UP a ledge--the drop was even steeper on the ascending side. Plus lots of other people were trying to get to safety, and they weren't as skilled at driving. At some point it's like the car--a convertible, since the roof was down--got hung up on a ledge and we had to climb out, but I had to pause to rescue a little girl who was herself in danger of falling off a ledge; the rescue was difficult so the young man ended up helping me. We managed to save the little girl but we were all still in peril and had to keep moving.

There was a scene where it had an almost postapocalyptic feel, like the collapse had been incredibly widespread and now we were all forming into teams or bands or something for some reason. I remember being gathered with various other refugees in an outdoor area and there was a great feeling of tension. I think there was some dissension about what we should actually be doing, and as I disagreed with someone, I went off on my own or something. I thought some of the people were being very foolish. Perhaps they thought the danger was past.

Then the dream became more personal as I was at home with Dad (Ma didn't seem to be present) and now areas of our own floor--the ground floor--were on the verge of collapse. It was similar to my older dream "Losing Ground" except instead of "sinkholes," it was just like the wood was rotting or something due to the floodwaters and was getting ready to give way if stepped upon. I don't recall any part of the floor actually collapsing, but then again I was walking around VERY gingerly, afraid to go plummeting into the earth. (As for the basement, I honestly don't know if it existed in the dream. According to the dream's logic it didn't, since the floodwaters would have gone through THERE and probably would have spared the ground floor, and I didn't have any feeling that if the floor collapsed, I'd merely end up in the basement. I'm unsure, though. Regarding water damage, it seemed to have affected only the floor. Things such as personal property, furniture, and electronics seemed to be okay. BUT I did have the feeling that if I were to try walking on the upstairs floor it too was in danger of giving way! Very odd logic, I realize.) This should be the clearest part of the dream, and it was, but unfortunately I remember little by now. I just know that I tried broaching the subject to Dad but he wasn't very supportive of my fears and kept snapping at me to stop worrying over such stupid things. It was obvious that there was a serious problem in need of addressing, but he refused to see it and thought I was just being annoying. This was the main part of the dream, me tiptoeing fearfully around the house and trying to avoid bad areas of the floor.

There was another segment; I don't know if it came before or after that part, but it's like everybody was getting ready to move again due to the danger. I do think that I knew we'd have to move out of our house; I don't know how the damage was going to be fixed, it just seemed like too monumental a problem to be addressed right now since there was still the matter of getting people to safety. Everyone was in a great hurry. I was in the kitchen of our house, digging in the little cabinets under the counter, where Ma stashes my soup and various other things. I had lots of candy and things like cookies and stuff, and I feverishly sorted through these; I was going to choose the best ones and bring them along to feed to other refugees, such as the little girl. The food wasn't terribly nutritious, but it was at least something to give them a little energy and tide them over, and to calm them down. Someone seemed to be with me, possibly holding me as I did this; maybe the young man from earlier? I kept digging through the cabinets and in some plastic shopping bags and finding more and more stuff. I recall some sort of soft cookies with some sort of peach filling (!), some sort of little pieces of "pie" with cheesecake (?) and some sort of red fruit filling like strawberry paste, things like that. At first it was simple and I had only like two items, a pack of cookies among them, but then I kept finding more and more stuff with different expiration dates. I finally stopped and snapped at myself, "ENOUGH! Just pick a FEW of the best items and take them along. You don't need to take EVERYTHING, and you hardly have the time to gather it all anyway!" So I dropped everything I'd been holding, then reached out to try to select the few best items from the batch. I was resolved to bring along a salty snack as well, since I didn't like bringing only sugary stuff; maybe I had some beef jerky or pretzels or chips or something. Some of this stuff I'd forgotten I'd even had, and some I'd had for quite a while, AND some had already been opened, but I knew the refugees would hardly mind! I wanted to do at least one small helpful thing.

The possible symbolism of the flood (overpowering emotions, possibly dealing with the unconscious), as well as the recurring theme of the ground giving way (losing ground or having a "sinking feeling"), worry me, as I have fears that, having gone off my medications, I could lapse back into depression even worse than what I suffered before. So I don't know if this dream was dealing with the unconscious or with negative emotions, nor if it was an anxiety dream or a warning dream.

Oh! One other detail. This might have in fact been two dreams or else a "continued" dream. I MIGHT have dreamt the flood part and the little girl's rescue first, awakened to go to the bathroom, and then dreamt the second part where I was at home (unsure where the segment with the kitchen fit in). I'm not sure though, I don't usually have "continued" dreams.

Keywords
flood
sinking
collapse
floor
food
Add'l Emotions
anxiety
tension
upset
fear
indecision

Collapsing Island

Date of dream: Friday, January 13, 2006

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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This is from a week or so ago at least. There was something about Mackinac Island and pictures/maps of it. All I recall by now is an odd image of the island from above and maybe from the south (looking down at it from beyond the harbor); it was in very bold bright colors, green, like a painting; and there was something to do with it "collapsing." It was like the image was made of different little tiles or something and they kept flipping up and collapsing back down in cascades. I found this very intriguing for some reason which escapes me; maybe I was learning something.

Keywords
mackinac island
tile
collapse
fall
miniature
Add'l Emotions
curiosity
interest
puzzlement
neutrality
concentration

Please Save My Bridge!

Date of dream: Saturday, June 14, 2003

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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This dream, from my nap(?) of the night before last, is the one that sticks with me. It concerns an old railroad bridge just down the road from me; it's been converted into a snowmobile trail since the trains no longer run around here, the tracks having been torn up. I remember walking the still-existing tracks long ago with my dad and collecting the old railroad spikes lying beside them. Back then, there were still wooden ties on the bridge and I freaked out because I'm scared of heights and water. *sigh* Maybe a year or so ago I walked the tracks again on my own--only there ARE no more tracks--and reached the bridge, to find the bottom all boarded up for snowmobilers. It's officially a trail now, no wheeled motor vehicles allowed. I used to have fears that the bridge would be torn down from disuse, but now that I know it's a trail, I feel relatively safe that it should be around a while longer. (I would be upset by its removal because it plays a pivotal role in some fictional stories of mine.) I walked down to it again earlier this year, too.

Well, in my dream, which was a LOT more detailed and involved a LOT more than this, I was further toward town, like maybe near where Dave's Place is (it's a store not too far from the bridge, on the other side--the railroad bridge is right beside the highway bridge). It was sunny out, summer, probably around noon or early afternoon, and a lot was going on but I can't remember it all. I seemed to be driving around only I don't remember a car--just skimming over the ground and road. I remember the dirt and rocks at the shoulder of the road and the asphalt itself. It was dry and hot. There was some guy maybe doing the same thing as me, kind of a hotshot, and I remember lots of other people too like tourists or something. There might have been a car crash or accident; I remember something possibly catching people's attention, but I went on my way home, having to pass by the railroad bridge on my right.

When I got there I was shocked to find the bridge in ruins! The left end of it--the end I approach when walking the tracks--was intact, but the right end was mangled and collapsed and partly missing, the rest of it dangling over the river, threatening to fall entirely. Because of the damage it was surprising any of it still stood at all. It was MUCH messier than it would be in real life--like lots more beams and such, like cords and wires and wreckage, when in reality it's a very simple bridge. I stopped and gawked at this in shock. What could have happened to it? I felt even more upset that it would obviously need to be removed this time--I didn't WANT to see it go! But what else could be done with such an obvious hazard?

Other people approached--all seemingly on foot--to view it with curiosity as well. Nobody knew what had happened to it. Somebody hazarded a guess that something had approached from the river and had bashed into it as it went under, and that was the most likely explanation, but it still didn't fit. In my dream, rather than river on the opposite side from the bridge and the highway bridge, it was solid land leading into the woods and swamp like the wooded area that comes BEFORE the bridges and the river in real life. Like the river just kind of disappeared as soon as it passed beneath us. This was not odd in the dream, but what we saw was. Just across from the mangled railroad bridge, we spotted deep ugly gouges in the earth at the edge of the woods, as if something had run aground or spun its tires or...something. Crashed. Some kind of accident. We got the feeling that perhaps some sort of large object--tank?--boat?--I sensed some kind of watercraft--had come grinding through here, leaving both the huge marks in the soil and damaging the railroad bridge as well. But...even in the dream we could not figure out how the highway we stood upon was not in the least bit touched. It lay right between the gouge marks and the railroad bridge...how could it have escaped similar defacement? All we could do was stand and theorize in confusion.

I headed home, greatly upset. It was almost as if I were coming home from school as I'd been in town on my own. I passed through the yard and went inside to find Dad. "The railroad bridge is ruined!" I exclaimed, still in disbelief. "The whole end of it is all mangled like something ran into it! They'll have to tear it all down now!" I was very unhappy about this, and added, "But that bridge is used for a snowmobile trail. What will the snowmobilers do without it? How can they cross the river without the bridge?"

Was I worried for the snowmobilers? Hell, no. I HATE snowmobiles in real life, as their drivers seem to have no respect whatsoever for private property--we'll always find tracks running across our YARDS, for God's sake, when they HAVE their own trails to go down--why do they have to trespass like that?--plus they always seem to be active around two in the MORNING when all decent people should be at home. They are very loud, intrusive, and inconsiderate. But in the dream, I wanted ANY excuse to keep the bridge from being torn down! Even if it meant sympathizing with the snowmobilers. They really WOULDN'T have a way to legally cross the river without it--a nice walking trail would be gone--plus it would just be the loss of a good landmark. (Well, I like it.) I was hoping against hope that instead of tearing it down, they'd take these things into consideration and try to restore it somehow, so I brought up the most valid argument of the snowmobilers' plight in the hopes of convincing somebody.

Dad seemed sympathetic with me, but of course he could do nothing. Some time passed and then Ma arrived or I found her and I brought up my same complaint, describing the state of the bridge and expressing my worries. I added, "I can't figure out how this happened! What could have run into it like that, and why, and how did it not destroy the highway as well?" Because even in the dream, when such things normally make sense, this fact didn't, and I was much puzzled as to how this had happened.

I spent the rest of the dream trying to figure out the answer, but I never did learn what exactly had happened to the old railroad bridge, nor what its ultimate fate would be.

Keywords
summer
bridge
collapse
accident
river
Add'l Emotions
curiosity
shock
disbelief
upset
anxiety