Do you ever have a dream where it’s super clear and vivid,
and you remember it clearly, even beyond that magical 30 seconds upon awakening
where you think you’ll remember that dream all day? They seem to be kinda rare,
but I had one a couple of nights ago.
The scene began in what looked like Semiahmoo Bay, off the
White Rock pier. I’m very familiar with that city as I grew up there. I spent
every summer riding my bike down to Marine Drive as often as time would allow.
An uncountable number of excursions down to the end of the pier as well.
It’s interesting how memories of different life experiences
mesh together in dreams as the pier was interwoven with take-off in a float
plane, which I didn’t do until decades later with my present job. The dream
sequence began by being already airborne, having just taken off from somewhere
adjacent to the end of the pier. Oddly enough I didn’t really have any
sensation of being enclosed within the cabin space; in other words my field of vision
wasn’t restricted by looking out a porthole-style window. I had a full 360 degree
view of my surroundings upon take-off.
Another odd spot (but then again, what isn’t odd within a
dream?) was that quite soon after take-off the sensation of being in a plane
transitioned quickly to being in a vehicle, a pickup truck I think, to be more
specific. After a very short time I approached what seemed to be a roadside
rest stop (perhaps sky-stop?) which consisted of a gravel parking lot suspended
in the sky. Just two colours were involved: grey (gravel) and blue (sky). I
guess that’s the camera geek in me; even subconsciously I was drawn to the
composition of grey meets blue.
My mystery conveyance pulled off the skyway (?) and parked
next to a pickup already in the rest/sky stop. Then I was walking an uphill
grade to my left. Soon another grey to blue transition occurred, although this
time the blue turned out to be the surface of the moon! The surface was
textured, but not as one is used to seeing in moon photos as in grey sand with
large craters, but rather its surface more resembled the textured plastic
panels (on a much larger scale) that typically line the walls in a commercial
kitchen environment. (Or maybe it was more like the texture of a golf ball.) Again,
another blend of life experiences as I’ve walked through many restaurant
kitchens in my adult work-life.
Walking on the moon was a trip in itself. For one thing,
gravity seemed to be the same as it is on Earth. And the sense of size of the
moon was off by a big margin. I can’t really quantify the size of the area upon
which I walked, but let’s say it was about the size of a soccer field before
the curvature of the orb began to be very noticeable. It wasn’t possible to
stray too far off the pitch before one felt that the decline would cause a tumble
which would ultimately result in falling right off the moon into space. It
wasn’t apparent what would happen then as the moon’s atmosphere in my dream was
another radical departure from reality; it was blue just like the Earth’s. So I
think because of the familiarity of the colour (blue), it wasn’t as though
falling off the moon would result in drifting away like George Clooney did in
“Gravity”. It wasn’t apparent at all what would
happen, but I felt like it wasn’t to my benefit to test that boundary.
There was a blatant gap between my introduction
to the moon and the conclusion of my dream. I have no recollection of what, if
anything, transpired after my initial lunar step, but somehow it seemed that I
was now in a space that was comprised of two interconnected geometrical shapes;
a ball within a box, a round square so to speak. I was at the bottom of a
staircase that would have been in the bottom corner quadrant (possibly on the
Dark Side of the Moon?) of the cube looking up at a cave dwelling within the
sphere (moon). Maybe the stairs were part of some sort of scaffolding. It was
immediately apparent that the cave was (or had been) inhabited due to large,
intricately carved mask-like decorations placed next to the entrance. No signs
of life in the cave mouth and too dark to see within. I didn’t feel any tension,
as if an occupant might appear and challenge our presence. And by “our presence” I mean that by this time I
was feeling that I was on more a of group tour, just like the ones I’m sometimes
assigned to at work when a potential buyer of a building assembles a group of
professionals such as an engineer, an elevator specialist, mechanical/electrical specialist, an interior designer, an appraiser, etc. These tours can
be quite large. However, with this particular tour of our closest planetary
neighbor, the closing scene involved ascending a staircase up and away from the
lunar cave.
