I woke up this morning and told Matthew about a long dream I had had. He worked for some large
company -- BMW I think -- and we lived in some sort of corporate housing
with his mother, father, sister, and I think my father. We lived on the
top floor of this poorly constructed structure. The room was a big
dormitory with cots laid out and the walls and roof were thin sheets of
metal. There was an enormous water-driven system used to move these
enormous concrete slabs to the top floor which we would then sit on to
ride down to the ground.
We were about to get on one such slab, and Matthew was
-- in his typical way -- explaining how it worked from an engineering
background. Apparently they used to have smaller, shoddier structures and
this one was much bigger and newer. Matthew said that the concrete slabs
moved with such force that if nobody sat on them, then they would go
flying off their tracks. As he finished explaining this, a slab passed
without us sitting on it and it did as he said, knocking the roof off our
building and crashing down onto a partially constructed (and thankfully
uninhabited) building.
We were all so shocked that another slab passed without
passengers and it too went careening off, ripping off our wall, and
causing destruction but hurting no one.
The dream went on in a fashion I can't remember, but I
do remember two further snippets. One is that Matthew's sister
intentionally dropped something over the side to see what happened, and
when someone exclaimed, "Ow!" it became apparent that people were hanging
over the side. She was really upset that she hurt someone and I was
trying hard to cheer her up.
I remember the end of the dream. We were in our
rooftop home with no roof or walls and everyone was sort of milling about.
My dad said that on the positive side, we did have a lot of cushions
because he'd just bought five extra ones as a gift for my sister. I was trying to motivate people
into making a decision about what we ere going to do, but everyone was
being indecisive (this is in character for everyone but my dad). I said
that there had to be a solution and that we should call the construction
company directly instead of calling BMW -- Matthew's employers. Matthew
said, "Do you know who ICB is?" and I understood that ICB was the name of
the construction company. He meant to discourage me, but I simply said
no, and that I would call information to find out how to get in touch with
them. Then I woke up.
After relaying all of this to Matthew, I fell back
asleep and had another dream. Matthew and I were in his new car and we
had driven over a cliff. This wasn't particularly scary, but I was in
problem-solving mode and was trying to decide if I should deploy the
airbags for Matthew or not.
Sometime later I was supposed to be following him and I
was driving a stick (his current white car) which I can only barely do. I
got behind at a light and was upset because I was going to be late to meet
him at some train station. Then my dad showed up and the white car became
a small red car -- something like a Bug-Eyed Sprite. It was pulled my a
squirrel and I had long reins covered in some cereal like Honey Nut
Crunch. Pulling the car wasn't very laborious for the squirrel as long as
he got to nibble on the cereal on the reins. At some point I got
distracted by something and dropped one of the reins and the squirrel
nibbled along it until it reached the end. I remember being disappointed
because the squirrel was like a greyhound that races. Once it reached the
end of the rein, it would never pull a car again. Then I woke up.
I just had to take this photo because the shadows were
just so interesting.
