It's an old dream, but I still remember it very clearly. I think it was from around 1976 or 77, because of who is in it. That would mean I was somewhere between 9 and 11 years old. This also means that it was 40 years ago. It's amazing how memory works, isn't it?
In this dream, I have been sent to an island, and the only way to access this island is a small, short tunnel. It's possible that this island was in another dimension. The tunnel was like a large log that you could walk into- it was maybe six feet high and about the same width; oval in shape and dark brown. Maybe 20 feet long. One could see through to the other side, and it was a green paradise.
My parents had come to see me, although I think they were there to "rescue" me, I don't remember that part precisely however when I was summoned to come off the island and meet them I walked through the tunnel and I was a woman in fact I looked like Jessica Lange as she appeared in King Kong- the 1976 version (which is how I date this.)
They were surprised to say the least. I mean to have your 10 year old son suddenly be walking in front of you as a mature woman... I remember my mom burst into tears, and my dad was absolutely disgusted. He yelled something, but I don't remember exactly what. It wasn't nice, whatever it was. I remember saying "I don't understand why you're upset! I'm happy! I'm finally happy!" I then turned and walked back through the tunnel, and I remember still hearing my mom crying and my dad shouting.
That was the whole dream that I can remember, but the part is still clear as day is standing there as a beautiful woman saying "I'm finally happy! I'm finally happy!"
The crying and the shouting.
I think about this dream occasionally. It wasn't the first Dream in which I was a woman, and far from the last. Now, occasionally, I still dream that I am a guy. I hate those dreams. They are becoming rarer though.
Now my dreams have been centering around the same themes: I'm lost; I can't find something; I'm haven't finished something, usually school work; I'm using trying to get somewhere, but every time I try to travel I end up going the wrong direction and being further away much further away. These dreams usually take place in a grotesquely huge version pf Penn State main campus which is miles wide, and has a very urban part.
But in that old dream, I was exactly where I needed to be, doing exactly what I needed to do. I was a woman, and I was happy.
Be well.
In this dream, I have been sent to an island, and the only way to access this island is a small, short tunnel. It's possible that this island was in another dimension. The tunnel was like a large log that you could walk into- it was maybe six feet high and about the same width; oval in shape and dark brown. Maybe 20 feet long. One could see through to the other side, and it was a green paradise.
My parents had come to see me, although I think they were there to "rescue" me, I don't remember that part precisely however when I was summoned to come off the island and meet them I walked through the tunnel and I was a woman in fact I looked like Jessica Lange as she appeared in King Kong- the 1976 version (which is how I date this.)
They were surprised to say the least. I mean to have your 10 year old son suddenly be walking in front of you as a mature woman... I remember my mom burst into tears, and my dad was absolutely disgusted. He yelled something, but I don't remember exactly what. It wasn't nice, whatever it was. I remember saying "I don't understand why you're upset! I'm happy! I'm finally happy!" I then turned and walked back through the tunnel, and I remember still hearing my mom crying and my dad shouting.
That was the whole dream that I can remember, but the part is still clear as day is standing there as a beautiful woman saying "I'm finally happy! I'm finally happy!"
The crying and the shouting.
I think about this dream occasionally. It wasn't the first Dream in which I was a woman, and far from the last. Now, occasionally, I still dream that I am a guy. I hate those dreams. They are becoming rarer though.
Now my dreams have been centering around the same themes: I'm lost; I can't find something; I'm haven't finished something, usually school work; I'm using trying to get somewhere, but every time I try to travel I end up going the wrong direction and being further away much further away. These dreams usually take place in a grotesquely huge version pf Penn State main campus which is miles wide, and has a very urban part.
But in that old dream, I was exactly where I needed to be, doing exactly what I needed to do. I was a woman, and I was happy.
Be well.
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