melanieb

My son is headed to camp this summer with the scouts and I've decided to accompany them on the bus. I know I don't have enough money to actually participate in the camp but I felt like I should come along just the same.

The bus arrives in camp and a sharply-dressed staffer boards the bus to give us the orientation directions. After pointing us in the right direction we all head towards the barracks that will be our home for the next 11 days.

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I must admit I'm fairly upset that my son has brought a huge radio with him and I'm chastising him since I know it won't receive anything anyway. Besides, we're in the woods and I'm sure people would prefer to hear the sounds of nature versus the boombox he is toting around.

Of course, my son protests, and I decide to back off as we enter the main room of the common area. Immediately I realize how weird it will be to have co-ed sleeping quarters but in all honesty that's not important right now. I see that another parent is there with her son and she is getting him ready for his ceremonial swearing-in as the leader of the contingent. I know he's not ready for the position and isn't up for the responsibility but I keep these thoughts to myself.

Turning around in the cramped cabin I find my son has placed his radio on a nearby dresser and has turned on the music. To my surprise it is picking up radio stations just fine, but even more surprising is the TV I see mounted to the wall as I look up. I can't believe that we're in this remote location and the camp has hi-def TV.

My son starts eating a bag of chips and unloading his stuff from his pack. I call him into the hallway and I'm fed up with his constant eating so I start yelling at him though I'm not really upset so I lower my voice and begin talking to him in a more conversational tone. It's good that I did lower my voice as the raised tones caught the attention of the camp scout-leader and he looked worried. My attention returns to my son and then pauses as he turns to ask some of the scouts entering the room about their snacks, bags of chips and goodies that are loaded up by the armful.

"We actually got there at just the right time, "says Kevin, one of the taller and older scouts. "The line was empty when we got there but by the time we were leaving there were fifty people lining up. I'd suggest getting your snacks now while they still have some."

I look at my son, knowing he can probably wait, but then I think better of it and just encourage him to head up and get his shacks now. He heads out of the room and I decide to follow him.

The main area of the camp is slightly muddy from recent rains and hundreds of pairs of boots tromping through the square. The mud continues up the steep hill that leads to where the scouts are all headed to get their snacks. The hill is grassy and has clearly benefited from recent rains but the boots of the scouts have turned the trail into a slippery and muddy path, despite many flat steps cut into the hill to prevent erosion.

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I'm especially impressed with how green this part of New Mexico looks and how nice the air is and I'm glad we're far away in a remote area of the state, distant from all the cities and urban areas that plague our home. My thought is barely finished when I come to the top of the hill and I see the distant vista of downtown Baja, New Mexico, the largest city in the state.

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I nearly gasp seeing the tall buildings and sprawling city laid out before me over the next ridge. My son clearly knew more than I did when he decided to bring the radio on this campout. Even more strange than the view is where the path now leads; We're on top of a parking garage, a muddy trail leading from the hill to the far corner of the cement parking lot. In the corner sits an older man and his friend, two chairs and a white plastic cooler their only equipment.

I approach as my son finishes his transaction and I get a brief glimpse at their offerings. Cold beverages fill one side of the cooler and various other snacks sit on the ground at their feet, slightly hidden by the open lid of the cooler. I'm a bit put-off by this sight and I had hoped for better from a camp that could afford to put HDTV in the camper's rooms.

It's time to head back to camp and I see one of the other scouts from our troop nearby, also ready to head down.

"Let's race!" I call to him and the next thing I know we're both racing down the muddy hillside. I can't believe how fast I can go and after taking a particularly large step I know I'm dreaming. I can see that I'm about to land in a rather muddy spot so I pull up my feet and let my momentum carry me a distance of nearly 25 feet beyond the mud, a great moment of control and satisfaction. I want to wrap up the race in a grand way so I turn sideways and slide down the rest of the slippery hill of mud, a feeling of exhilaration that is as close as I can get without flying. Naturally I win the race.

Now that I'm at the bottom I start to take a look around and I find the camp actually lies on the edge of a suburban part of Baja, the tree-lined streets almost giving the impression of some small town in Tennessee. Slightly in front of me and to my left is a old, brick firehouse, now abandoned, and a pair of railroad tracks lies between me and the building. A couple of cars navigate the nearby neighborhood streets. I feel so odd having a camp this close to the neighborhoods of the city.

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To complete the odd scene, a motorized contraption straight out of the late 19th century appears, an oddly-shaped machine with spinning wheels and a sputtering steam-muffler. The conveyance is clearly designed to travel on both train tracks and regular roads, overly-complicated with gears and flywheels that make approaching it seem dangerous. I watch as the machine rides the rails around the building and then enters the road on the far side of the building.

I take this as my cue to follow the driver and I suddenly find myself in a Chevy Blazer, an older model that is both cramped and over-powered. My daughter is driving and I know she is planning on passing up the strange contraption we are rapidly approaching. My cousin-in-law leans in behind me to tell me that, "Everything will be okay, we can easily pass the machine. This Blazer has a V8 engine and is more than powerful enough to catch it."

We pass up the machine and continue along a road that slopes down towards an intersection ahead, though my daughter shows no sign of slowing. I can see the slightly-obscured stop-sign and I yell at her to stop before we hit something. On cue a man appears running across the road, as far from a crosswalk as he could be, his diagonal path on a clear intersection with ours. I brace myself as we hit the man and he goes spinning up and over the hood, though he shows no real sign of injury and continues on his path.

"Okay, " I'm thinking, "that was weird." We turn left at the new road and I realize we're heading deeper into the city of Baja, a place I've never been and I can only vaguely picture on my mental map as in the northern part of New Mexico. I still can't believe how green it is, but even that pales in beauty to the snow-capped mountains I see to my left, illustrating how high up we are in elevation. To my right is a wide meadow that is clearly a park used for sports like Frisbee and impromptu games of touch football. The air is warm, perhaps 60F, but there remains a little snow along the edge of the field. Every part of me is marveling at the beauty of this place and I start considering what it would take to move there from Texas.

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Sensing my desire to look around and get a feel for the place my daughter stops driving and parks the vehicle right in the middle of the lane, a bit further out from the curb than one would normally park. I watch as she leans out of the door and sprawls out over the pavement, her head in one lane and her left arm stretching out into the next lane of traffic. A car is approaching and I pull her arm back quickly to avoid it being in the way of traffic. My pleas to get up go unheeded and I can't believe she would go to this length just so I can look around at the trees and mountains, a scene I know my mind has created but clearly a place I want to explore.

Unfortunately I wake up, remembering a location and experience more pleasant than I could possibly describe.

So lets see what I dreamed about...

- I hid from Count Dooku
- I summoned Yoda to fight Dooku and keep him from finding me while I hid in the bathroom
- I swam in a flooded creek
- I rescued my daughter from the same flooded creek (mildly scary)
- I watched cats fly away in the catplane

Let's start with the catplane.

So I'm dreaming of a literal cat plane, a cat that actually flies and carries passengers. See, there are these two cats competing with each other to see who can fly the farthest. Each one opens up the side panel on their body revealing a hollow interior which other cats can walk into. The floor of the interior of each catplane has a bunch of holes in it designed to fit the legs of the cats who walk in.

The first cat takes in two passengers, two cats that walk in and place their legs into the leg holes. The door closes and the catplane takes off into the air with the legs of the passenger cats sticking out of the leg-holes. It looks really weird.

The second cat watches with a sly look on his face, knowing he's smarter. Four cats walk into his interior and place their legs into the leg holes and then the catplane lowers down to the ground on its own legs. The cats inside then sit down which causes their feet to fit perfectly into the slightly ovaled leg holes. The catplane then stood up, closed the door and flew off, but no legs are sticking out of the holes. This makes the second catplane more aerodynamic which will certainly allow it to fly farther.

I so wish I could draw that one.

Let's finish with the catplane. I think that's enough for now.

I'm not used to staring at people directly, face-to-face so this dream took me by surprise.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In my house I’m in my living room and someone is at thedoor. I’m not expecting anyone so it’s surprising to hear the knocking. Lookingover at my front door I see a bed-sheet hanging from the ceiling over thedoorway. It appears the door is still in place but the sheet covers it on theinside and the person knocking is already inside my house. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As I stare at this odd sight I become lucid, I know it’s notright for a sheet or a stranger to be there so I lean forward for a closerlook. My movement is more like that of a ghost flying towards the door and Ifind myself face-to-face with the visitor, a black child staring at me throughthe blue semi-transparent sheet. I don’t know the boy though he clearly hassome intent and we seem to be examining each other closely. The details of hisface are impressively visible through the fabric.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Who is it?” I ask him this but I’m not expecting an answer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“I’m David. Just David.” [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I still don’t know this child yet I let him in the housewithout a second thought. He walks in and sits down in my living room,seemingly known to my daughter . I stepback and watch as they share Tinker Toys and laugh while I turn around toexamine my hands. As I turn the room changes into my room in a different house,the walls gone and the sounds of laughter immediately silenced. The experienceis almost scary and briefly I attempt to ask myself, “Well, how did I gethere?” The thought barely forms when I wake up being kicked by my daughter.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I forgot some of the details in this dream but the scenes I do recall are quite vivid. Sadly, I was not lucid.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in a photographic dark room, a vision I recall from highschool. Around the room are enlargers and counters, boxes of photographic paperand bottles of chemicals. In the middle of the room is a station for trays ofchemicals to dip prints in. It’s quite dark in the room so I presume it is setup for doing color dark room work instead of black and white.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’ve made my daughter a birthday cake and I bring it to herin the dark room for her to blow out the candles, an action of questionable judgment.In general, people do not appreciate light sources in the dark room yet I’mhaving her blow out the candles right in front of them. Her face emerges fromthe darkness, briefly illuminated by the candles before she blows them out.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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