Willa's Journal: Dream Journal: October 2002

My dreams are an integral part of each 24 hour cycle. I don't view them in a voyeuristic sense, I see them as direct experience. They are lived, not watched like TV. ~~ Nick Bantock

Dreamed I was going on a business trip, and hadn't received my tickets yet. Finally, at the last minute, I got a fat envelope from the travel agent; I opened it to find several batches of various kinds of stickers, and something that looked like a cardboard ticket receipt, but no actual ticket that I could identify.

I tried calling the travel agent, but couldn't get hold of anyone until I finally called the travel agent's daughter at home. She'd been asleep, I could tell, but woke up enough to tell me that the receipt thing was what I needed, so I was good to go. I apologized for being paranoid, but said that I didn't travel much, and that I wasn't a secretary, so didn't have much experience with business travel.

I had forgotten to pack, or maybe it was just so spur of the moment that I hadn't had a chance (common anxiety dream element for me, forgetting to pack), and I was running late, but figured I had time to go home and grab some stuff--just my toiletry bag, some clean underwear and a shirt and pants. I didn't need much, but hated to think of having to wear the same clothes the next day.

Somehow I got to the plane, got on, and found my bag already there, tucked underneath the seat in front of me. Huh. Well, I guess the ticket worked after all, even if I hadn't actually had to give it to anyone.

I was shipwrecked, along with several other people. We were hanging out on a beach trying to figure out what to do. Someone was asking everyone how they got there (we apparently weren't on the same ship); I couldn't remember, then I said that I had been on a "research ship." After I said that, I wondered where everyone else that had been on that ship was, and where the ship was.

Then there was a discussion about food. Someone decided to take charge and said that anyone who went hunting and got a fox, got an extra day's ration of food. Same thing if someone caught a fish--they could either share it with the group and get extra food, or keep it for themselves.

Then someone decided to go looking for a house they had heard was nearby. Somehow I had a big sandwich in my hand, and a large glass of what looked like Tang. I felt I should drop them and follow the group, but didn't want to waste food. I also didn't want to be left behind and possibly lost, so I followed, carrying the food.

There was a big house on a hill that seemed to be inhabited, but no one was there at that moment, so we all went in and made ourselves at home. I don't remember much about it, but the people who lived there were teachers, or professors, and they had a couple of teenaged girls, and there was an attic full of things the teachers had brought back from archeological expeditions through the years. Quite interesting stuff.

It was a DK concert, and I was watching it with DK. We were in the fourth row, in the audience. We really enjoyed ourselves, DK was having a great time. As soon as it was over, A and J, who were sitting on D's left (I was on his right), took off, and we walked out together. I felt very blessed and lucky that he was my friend, and happy that I could lean over and make a comment to him.