Dreams of Nowhere

I haven’t dreamed in a while. I don’t know why I haven’t. Perhaps it’s a side effect to sleeping less than 6 hours a weeknight. Or perhaps it’s because I have so much on my mind that my mind doesn’t have enough energy, creativity, or desire to dream. Anyway, I awoke around 4 am last Friday morning and wrote this all down.

I was in what felt like a small town. More specifically, it was a subdivision in a small town bordering a highway- one of those busy streets which cuts through a town, without the blue or green signs of a major interstate. I tried to walk out of this unfamiliar place, but I couldn’t get out that way since it was blocked by barbed wire and a sign which said “private road.” As I stood there, I watched as a man in a rusty pickup truck rolled precariously down a hill as he reached out the front passenger side of his truck to pick up his poodle by the nape of its neck, oblivious to the sharp declination of the hill. Somehow he managed to do this and avoid crashing into the house he was headed toward.

Then I was in an old Honda which felt as familiar as the old navy blue Volvo station wagon I used to drive. A split second later I was on foot, wandering the dusty streets. Everything had a strange green patina. I ducked under some strange combination barbed wire/power line which was hanging so long that I could somehow lift it, and safely. I was aware that there was some danger of electrocution, so I had a tool which could lift the lines and short them out. However, I lost this handy tool when I lifted the last power line and it got stuck on a round cylindrical type tank which I suppose was a transformer sitting on the ground. I didn’t want to retrieve the tool since it was partly metal and was now touching the transformer.

I journeyed down to the end of the street and came to this dusty ruin of a building. My mind shifted and suddenly I was watching myself cast as a runaway child. The decorative glass blocks I pawed at were dusty. I finally found a slot 1 foot high and 3 feet wide high up on the wall. I reached for it and pushed myself up to the slot which had some debris in it. I tried to pull myself up because it seemed like the right thing to do at the time.

I succeeded and saw that the way up was a shaft which had several layers or floors of openings to go through to get to the top. It was like looking up a very narrow elevator shaft and seeing the floors compressed one on top of another.

Suddenly I found myself standing on the upper side of one if those plastic houses which children used to like to play in on their backyard lawns, the kind which have windows and yellow shutters and red roofs. The house I was standing on was slowly lowering to the ground while the perspective tilted M.C. Escher style. I was confronted by a man I felt was a father figure in my dream, or some sort of authority which was mildly disapproving of my actions.

He asked me why I was running. I thought it was a stupid question.

Scene Shift
Then the scene shifted to a commercial for something called “Pepsi Power.” It was a round, black-and-white logo. I saw the profile of a successful perfumer like Drakkar Noir or something. Somehow I knew his backstory; his parents wanted him to be an architect but instead he made fashionable clothes or something.

There were some cologne bottles around his small, turn-of-the-century tile bathroom. He arranged his cologne bottles on the edge of an ironing board. Somehow I dropped one and it fell tumbled to the ground and cracked. Suddenly I was in a room facing a twin bed with navy sheets. I was facing my sister and found that the cologne bottle had lost its left edge from the fall, was broken open and was now spilling odorless cologne onto the floor.

The last scene of the commercial was a man flipping up charms on a set of cologne bottles which had a bronzed look. They were balls, stars, and squares which said “Mom and Dad”. The tagline said Pepsi Power with the new logo in color while the man and the cologne were in black and white. I remember wondering how incongruous the messaging and color were.

Closing Thoughts

I don’t dream as often or as vividly as I used to. But when I do dream, I think I have a lot of dreams where I am escaping or trying to run away from something. Maybe it’s that I’m running away from a reality I don’t like to a reality of my own making. What’s startling about this particular dream is the plethora of commercial (even if completely fictional) messages which seem to be embedded in some long-forgotten area of my subconscious. It’s also the first dream I have been able to completely record from start to finish with so many of the little details after experiencing it.

After so many dreamless nights, I think the difference between dreaming and dreamless sleep is this: one experiences the endless creativity of subconscious emotion in one while in the other one is merely passing time.

What does it all mean? Who knows? Maybe something important, maybe nothing at all.


One thought on “Dreams of Nowhere

  1. H says:

    I’ve been so tired that I couldn’t sleep soundly at night. When I wake up in the morning I can’t tell what’s in the dream and what’s my conscious thinking. These nights are such difficult times.

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