Pop's Dream Journal

After I awoke this morning, I laid there trying to recall as much detail of my dream as I could. I'm not quite sure of the order of the events, so it might seem a little jumbled.

I'm outdoors and standing on a dirt road in what seems like a national forest of some kind. A steep hill rises on one side. There are other guys standing around and we're all wearing shorts, t-shirts and running shoes and it appears we're in some sort of race or competition. But this isn't the actual competition because we're all following a small group who are leading us in running up the hill through the trees. It appears we're doing some sort of dry run and being shown the course. We run up the hill and eventually come to a lake, which we have to get across. The leaders tell us that the first ones who make it across will be able to ride back on a fire truck.

I next find myself at my parent's house. I've gotten everything I need for the contest and am walking out the door but just as the door closes, I realize I left my keys inside the house. So I pick up my stuff and, in doing so, find my keys. (Big sigh of relief!) I read the rules for the race and see that there's a part where you have to go 10 miles on a bicycle but I don't have a bicycle so I'm worried how I'm going to do that part of the race. Then I find a little temporary tattoo with instructions to apply the temporary tattoo on your hand after you're done with the bicycle part of the race. I come up with the idea to just go ahead and apply the tattoo so I can skip that part of the race and start licking the back of my hand so I can put it on.

Next I'm running down the dirt road, trying to find the spot where you run up the hill. I think I find it and turn and start running but the path leads me to the right and I find myself back at my parent's house, running through the yard and down the driveway. Now I'm worried that the dogs will bark, alerting my Mom that someone is in the yard and that she'll see me and wonder what I'm doing. Now I'm worried that I'm so far behind that I'll lose the race. I keep running anyway and eventually find the right spot in the road where I'm supposed to be. Two of the leaders are standing there so I tell them what happened and ask where everyone else is. That's when they tell me that the race is tomorrow, not today.

Had several dreams last night, some of them fragments.

In my first dream (fragment), I am at a hotel or office somewhere with some friends of mine. All I remember from it is that I had several bumps or welts on my face, neck and arms, like from a bug bite. But on closer inspection, the bumps seem to each have a little window on top of them and inside you can see tiny mechanical or electronic components. They look something like small Borg implants from the TV series Star Trek: The Next Generation.

An interesting side note: I actually AM staying at a hotel right now in Roatan, Honduras. And you have to constantly stay sprayed down with insect repellent because there are these little no-see-um bugs that bite and leave welts like mosquitoes. I’ve been lucky and haven’t gotten bitten but some other guests at the hotel are covered in bug bites.

In my next dream, my soon-to-be-ex wife and I are in a car and I’m driving us somewhere. When my wife finds out what route I took, she makes a comment that I should have taken a different route because it’s much shorter coming that way from where we live. I agree with her and suggest that next time we use her Garmin and follow the route it tells us to go. She likes that idea. This dream seems to repeat itself a couple of times, or maybe we’re just going to different places.

In my last dream, I am riding a bicycle. I had parked my truck and was trying out riding my bicycle from where I had parked my truck to a specific point, either work or home, I don’t remember. There is another man on a bike following behind me and he gradually catches up to me, since he’s going a little faster than I am. We greet each other and I explain to him what I’m doing, telling him I’m doing it to get more exercise. He tells me that’s a good idea and we end up giving each other advice and pointers about riding on the roads. I stop at a point along the way to meet some friends and eat lunch (or dinner) and invite the man inside to join me. As I’m inside, taking to some friends about a book I just read, I notice that the man I invited in has the exact same book in his hand. I don’t remember the title or author of the book, but I think it’s about bike riding.