As I type the date for the title of this entry I remember that August 21 used to be my parents’ anniversary. It hasn’t been for over 20 years and I rarely think of it.
This morning I woke up from a terrible nightmare. I was so anxious from it, I couldn’t go back to sleep even though it was earlier than I normally get up on a weekday. I’ve written the dream out twice and described it once to my husband. An online friend suggested I write in the present tense so I will do that here:
I am in a sparsely furnished apartment or house connected to UCLA’s medical center. The apartment is furnished in 1960’s or 1970’s style furniture, carpet and colors. Think olive green or dark brown vinyl furniture with chrome arm rests, orange carpet and brown paneling. My husband and his mom are there too. They are going over to the hospital for some reason. Dave’s mom normally medicates this enormous, possibly Native American, man (long black hair and reddish, pockmarked skin) who is subject to unconscious trances. He seems like an uncle, although I don’t know whose. Since they have to go to the hospital, I am shown how to medicate him. I spoon some liquid mint-flavored medicine in his mouth. My sister, a family friend named Chuck, and a small boy is also there in the apartment. The uncle stirs but has not come out of his trance. This panics me and I move too quickly. He grabs me, like an animal playing with its prey. I am afraid that he is going to throw me down the stairs. Chuck, who seems like he might be a father figure to my sister and me, tries to get the uncle to release me. I want Chuck to tell a white lie but Chuck won’t do it because it offends his morality despite that I am clearly in danger. The uncle releases me anyway. I sit on the sofa very close to my sister. Our legs are touching. Chuck sits in an arm chair to my right. The little boy is playing very quietly on the other side of Chuck. I notice that the uncle is putting some very harsh preservative type chemicals in a large duffle bag. Then he come over to my side of the sofa even though he has to stand between Chuck and I. He moves my legs around and then my sisters. He seems to be measuring the length of our legs too. I hear him mumble something about how useful our limbs will be on the black market. I think my sister hears him too. The uncle goes into the kitchen. I put on my shoes and tell my sister she should do the same. I’m planning our escape. I imagine grabbing my sister’s hand, my purse, which is under a chair by the door, opening that door and running down the corridor to the medical center where we can get lost in the maze of hallways and people. My sister, however, is reluctant. She thinks the uncle just needs more medication. I am more afraid than ever because I am not leaving without her.
At that point I woke up, feeling terrified, and also relieved that it was just a dream. I’ve been thinking about this dream all day. Some things that come to mind: Yesterday I was walking along a corridor from the Life Sciences building to the medical center on UCLA’s campus. I was thinking about after I had graduated whether or not I would miss walking down that very familiar hall. In my dream I felt trapped, like I could not get to that corridor, which would lead to safety and possibly Dave and his mom. Also, in my dream I felt very good about finally taking some responsibility and taking care of someone other than myself: the uncle. I am not normally a very nurturing person unless it’s over cats and horses. After the uncle got up, still in a trance, I was horrified and felt guilty that I may have medicated him incorrectly and now I was going to be punished. I was a little mad at myself for stepping out of my comfort zone and actually offering to administer the medication – see, now look what you’ve done, got yourself in trouble again when you should’ve stuck to what you know, even though offering to administer the medication was very generous, abnormally generous of me.
I have no idea why the little boy was there but he didn’t seem to be in any danger at any time. I’m not sure about Chuck being a father figure. He’s a family friend and a very honest, straight up man. His role is puzzling. I was nearly shattered when he would not tell a white lie to save me because of his moral principles. Some of the gruesomeness of the dream may have come from a book I started reading: Elaine Pagel’s “Beyond Belief”, which is about the gospel of Thomas (not in the New Testament but gnostic text discovered in Egypt in 1945). As background, she discusses the fate of an early Christian, who is to be torn asunder by beasts. Also, she discusses the Christian ritual of communion, i.e., this is my body (the bread), and this is my blood (the wine) and how some people took it literally, cannibalism, while other consider it symbolic. So I went to bed with these gruesome images in my mind. I also felt like this book would change my views about Christianity, which is fine because I am very interested in the historical and scholarly aspect of religion. Still, the gruesome descriptions, a woman being torn apart by beasts while a crowd watched, and cannibalism, and blood soaked bread… Yuck. Also, I am very used to the literal/spiritual view of Christ rather than the symbolic/spiritual or symbolic/he was a really great religious leader in his time, which is the leaning of this book. My foundation is a little rattled but I feel like it needs to be in order for me to be more spiritual because I’m having trouble swallowing the literal/spiritual view any more.
Where this monster/uncle came from, I have no idea or what it is supposed to represent but I think that feeling trapped with him at UCLA is significant. Is the monster my thesis? I really struggled with working on my thesis yesterday. Another thing that came to mind was how I doubted myself about escaping when my sister hesitated. Before she hesitated I was sure we had to escape. I was certain that we had to escape or risk our lives staying there. When she doubted, I immediately doubted my own judgement and wondered if I needed to consider her point of view. I was also terrified of leaving her there and risked my own life by staying with her. The significance of this is that when my mom and dad divorced 20-some years ago, we made a pact to stay together. Even if mom and dad weren’t going to live together anymore, we would. What I find strange is that I didn’t even realize that today was their wedding anniversary date until after I typed the date for this blog entry title. I had every intention of writing about this dream but when the significance of the date popped into my head I thought I would note it, wondering if it had any connection to the dream. I still find it rather coincidental but clearly there is a connection. My first instinct is to doubt that connection.
I’m ready to leave the dream behind for now. On more positive notes, I had a great riding lesson on Sophie this morning. My trainer approves of my new show boots and she briefly mentioned going horse shopping for me soon! When I pulled into the driveway after my lesson I noticed that a large piece of cardboard was in the front window. I knew Dave had planned to replace the blinds in that window so I wondered what was going on. Apparently he had leaned his head against the window, ever so slightly he assured me, while replacing the blinds and it cracked. He’s lucky he didn’t cut his head. No damage to him but it cost $150 to get it replaced. In any event the blinds look nice. I went to Target to find a nice outfit for tonight’s garden party at Dave’s alumni and I found a cute skirt and top. Cheap. Just the way I like my clothing. Inexpensive I should say. My clothes last for years. Only my riding breeches fall apart.
If you made it this far, thanks for listening and if you have any insight to my dream, bring it on!