Dream 1
I stood on the shore of a lake which jutted into a forest. The soil was muddy, soft, dark. It was barren for maybe twenty or thirty meters before a deep stand of pine trees filled in. I saw this from a higher perspective, as if I stood on a rock cliff maybe fifty feet high and looked down and to my right to see this edge of the lake. The water lapped gently but a little thickly. The blue of the sky gleamed vivid and deep off the surface.
A woman stood behind me and to my left (?). I didn't see her. I was explaining to her that the company I was with was installing solar panels on this flat stretch of shore. There was some kind of worry about putting the panels on the shore. I felt it was slightly silly to get worried like that, and I was impersonating the worried people by making whiny sounds.
As I did this, I saw that the tide was rising. It swelled rather quickly, until the cliff the woman and I stood on was like a rock outcropping a few feet above the level of the water. The water was as expansive as the ocean and the sky had become a pale blue, blanched with a pale yellow sun. We knew the water would soon swell over even the tops of the rocks. Seagulls flew low over the water and may have flown into the water.
I asked the woman what we were to do. She pointed out a few rock outcroppings in the distance that we might swim to. But they would be overwhelmed soon. Then she pointed to our left. A tall rock cliff towered in the distance. that was safe.
We swam. The water was extremely clear. It seemed like it wasn't more than a few feet deep. The floor was gravely, yellowy-tan-green, netted over with green, softish, algae-like vegetation. The water smelled like the residue of feces.
The woman swam just ahead of me. I tried to stay close and follow just what she'd do. I might have been wearing a backpack (not my backpack in waking life), which I knew was getting soaked in this awful water.
I opened my mouth in the water and may even have swallowed some. It tasted just like it smelled. I was worried that I would be hurt by it, though I didn't panic or say anything.
The woman said (telepathically?), "Don't worry about it. The water's fine to drink."
As we got closer to the rock seagulls began attacking us. They might have been trying to eat us. But there were other birds with them. A bird came down and attacked the woman.
We had all along been doing the
stroke. On one of her strokes, the woman reached back and grabbed the bird off her right side. She broke both its wings and threw it in the water. The birds all stopped attacking, but now we were marked for something worse.
I told the woman (telepathically?), "That was a tern! You were supposed to kill the seagulls, not the terns!"
We were now inside the rock, in the lower levels, like a basement of a big building. The woman was now a man like my friend R. He was trying to get into a hallway locked by a chain-link fence door of half-inch diamonds, the metal of the mesh coated plastic-insulation style with a beige coating. Down the hallway, we could see, were doors like doors to offices, some of which were lit up.
"R" had gotten into the hallway. A cop came up. Now "R" was a young, black man, slightly taller than I, with big, smart eyes. The cop was a tall, black man, possibly in his forties, with a really big gut and round, sloppy, stubbly face. He wore his jacket, and his cap was tilted off his forehead. The cop was taking the boy away for having sneaked into the restricted area. But I knew he was also just messing with the boy because the boy was black.
I may have stood up for the boy. I was trying to explain something about why we had been trying to get into the restricted area. But now it may have been like the cop brought us both down here, like he hald taken us to prison. We were all white, all about my age, the cop just a little older.
I was showing the cop some pages, like 8 1/2 x 11 inch display cards in a slightly stiff paper stock, in color. The displays may have been of colored dots. We all huddled around these pages just outside the open door to the restricted area.
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