Well, it’s nearly 2 now. I woke up just barely in time to go to church, and then got caught doing stuff other than this. Well, anyway.
I wanted to write about the dream I had this morning. I dreamt something about riding around in a van, in the back seat. There was a bunch of people there. I think I jumped out somewhere, to go to a movie theater. There was a girl sitting next to me, to my right. Probably she was a figment of someone I’ve found attractive in the past. She sort of kind of flirted with me; I don’t really remember that part well enough to write down. Or, at least, that’s what I’m telling myself to avoid writing it down. Funny how that works. Funny how I respond to females.
Anyway. Then the movie somehow turned into real life; I have a vague impression of running out of the theater to avoid it, but I’m not sure if that was an addition I’ve made as I try to remember or actually part of the original dream. The real life was somehow an island, with a cliff right next to the beach that left very little actual sandy "beach" area. We were all up against the cliff, and the bad guy had a little girl (I think) that he was holding hostage. Someone (I don’t remember if it was supposed to be me or someone else) went to rescue the girl. Maybe shot the guy, or something. Things get a bit blurry here. We were just about to ‘win’ when the guy somehow got a helicopter or something.
The boundary behind our backs (the cliff) suddenly went back quite a way and there was a whole beach there. The island even had trees. We had, oh, maybe forty yards of space between the ocean and the new back boundary. I think it was a cliff, but it wasn’t elsewhere, just some sort of undefined boundary. There was a river with a bridge over it that may or may not have reached the ocean. The boundary by the river (which came out perpendicular to the boundary) wasn’t a cliff. It was more ethereal there. Just someplace we couldn’t go past for some reason. The bad guy ended up somehow on top of the cliffs, looking down at us. I guess the place was sort of like a large box. He threw some explosive thing into the water, where it floated, and then three drums of some highly flammable liquid, probably gasoline. The idea was that it would take us a long time to get out of that potentially dangerous situation and he could get away. Unfortunately, one of the drums was punctured (I think by him, on accident), and we all panicked. He made a hasty exit, and we all ran for hiding places.
I ran to the bridge and hid myself underneath it. Some girl (possibly a figment of another girl, which was interesting - given that the situation couldn've gone to a "Me Man, me protect Woman" sort of deal, and that it was my mind making the dream - considering my lack of interest, if you catch my drift, in her) was behind me running to the same place, though for some reason she reached it before me. We hid under the bridge together until the explosives exploded, and then went out.
Oh, yeah. The bad guy also threw us supplies. I guess he wasn’t so bad, really. Just wanted to escape. I have no idea what he’d done to get everybody after him. Maybe it wasn’t ever explained; dreams don’t have to worry about small details like background plot.
I sort of took charge, and started getting people to organize the food into what had been damaged (and had to be used quickly) and what could be saved until later, but I ended up double-checking most of the things people organized. Wonder what (if anything) that says about me. Most of the things in the cooler (it was blue) were chips. There were several bags of cheese curls. It was about here that the dream ended.
Wow. It really does take a while to put down a dream, doesn’t it? I added a lot in parenthetical comments there, but that’s still a lot. Hm. I suppose it’s good that I remember that much. What’s the point of remembering dreams, anyway?
I had an interesting thought today in church. I’ve since forgotten it, but perhaps I will remember sometime in the next two inches of writing. Maybe not. I really don’t want to go over a page again. I’d feel like I was writing too much, not saving enough for later. Or maybe I just want the organization and ‘neatness’ that would come of putting each entry into one page.
My parents’ (mother and stepfather) anniversary is tomorrow. I just started thinking of marriage just now. I don’t want to be alone through life. I know that I’m not; I have God (and I don’t just say that from a parrot perspective, I do realize it), but I want a person. But to do that (at least from my perspective right now) would be to turn my back on transcendence, and the possibility of such a relationship with many. Perhaps that is one of those eternal sacrifice type things people have to make. I mean, marriage is often looked at as one of those most significant decisions in your life. But if it means giving up the world, I’m not so sure. Marriage certainly has many benefits. If you’ve decided not to marry, you can’t even pursue relationships that look like they’d be headed that way. Which is a pretty big chunk of one’s social life. In the norm, anyway. Which is to say, for most people. Can one pursue intensely intimate relationships with people without the expectation that it will lead to marriage (or sex)? Same-sex relationships would be ok. People do that all the time, I think. So with guys it would probably be ok. Would females resent to having such close relationships with me, if they were not the one and only? Would their husbands? If so, then the solution is easy; I will marry. Better one than none. Plus the added benefits of the physical side of the relationship. Hm. Rhythm plays a part there, too, I should imagine. Just like dancing and massage. Or, perhaps, just like dancing-and-massage. Probably great to share that with someone. Hm. What a way to end a page. See you tonight.