Way Back When

I had an interesting dream this morning, the kind that sticks in your mind throughout the day. I dreamed that, for reasons left unexplained, my hometown was flooded and completely destroyed. All the houses and buildings were covered by thirty feet of water. Once the water settled, we went through the houses recovering everything that was worth saving.

Along the way, I found artifacts of my early childhood. The old things I found brought back memories of my early childhood that I didn’t even know I had. In particular, there was a book that I thought held some kind of documentation of my childhood. I opened it, and the smell of it overwhelmed me. The smell alone brought memories pouring back.

Then someone took it from me, I asked for it back, and they refused. That’s when I started chasing them on foot. There seems to be a lot of chasing like this in my dreams lately. Usually when I’ll chase someone in these dreams, which was the case in this dream, I’ll see familiar faces along the way. Faces I never see anymore, even faces I’ll never see again.

I can see how I’ve been doing a lot of chasing and stumbling in my life lately, so this dream really struck me. But I usually have dreams that seem like they are supposed to mean something, like it’s something coming up in my mind that I couldn’t have thought up on my own, but actually I did. It’s interesting.

I don’t know why I felt compelled to post this dream here, because it’s unlikely that the sensations and visions of the dream translated to the page. I’m sure it came off as some kind of half-assed surrealism, that made little or no sense to anyone. In any case, since when does what I write make any sense?

See ya later.