The Cop and the Cul-de-sac

Kevin’s Dream:

I had a dream last night that I was back in the town that I grew up in, Slovato. I was driving around in an old blue Ford truck that I owned until 15 years ago when it met  its untimely death, although the dream was clearly in the present. I’m driving around the neighborhood of an old friend, but I’m lost in a maze of streets that I can’t find my way out of. Somehow, I wind up in a cul-de-sac without an exit at all, and I’m reduced to driving in circles.

One of Slovato’s finest, an absolutely beautiful blonde and who is vaguely familiar, is walking her police beat around the neighborhood, seemingly oblivious to my circling. I park my truck and walk up to her and inquire how to get to the Slovato Boulevard, which I can now see and hear over the fence of one of the houses.

 “I dunno,” is all she says and keeps right on walking.

 Dumbfounded, I turn back to my truck, which is now three times its normal size and has taken on a cartoon-ish, monster truck appearance. I climb aboard, utterly bewildered, and turn on the ignition. The truck lurches forward and crushes the car in front of it, then puts itself in reverse and pancakes the car behind of it. Both cars have been reduced to piles of junk in a matter of seconds.

 A woman — the same woman who played Seinfeld’s mom on the old sitcom– comes charging out of her house waving her arms angrily and screaming at me. I can see her lips move, but she is mute. The beautiful cop walks by us, oblivious …

A Cacophony of Sensations…

Danielle’s Dream:

I recently had this crazy sensory dream (where all my senses were overwhelmed). I was walking down a street and a couple of yards in front of me, the street had become lined in pink cherry blossom trees (or perhaps they were Dogwood) …absolutely FILLED…pink flower pedals were so abundant that I couldn’t even see the street. Once I was in the tunnel of trees, I couldn’t see the sky or the end of the cherry blossom tunnel.

So, I was walking down this street approaching said tunnel and the sky was the most crisp ceralean blue you could imagine. The sun was shining brightly and the grass was the greenest I have ever witnessed. I then stepped into the tunnel, and when I entered, I was lifted off my feet and was suddenly on my back, facing upwards, about 1.5 feet off the ground, floating down the street. There was a breeze that was tussling my hair and clothes all about and sending the fallen flower petals into the air and back into the tree tops, but there seemed to be an endless supply of them.

The air was so sweet-smelling I almost couldn’t stand it! Then I came to the end of the tunnel and as I floated out, still on my back, I was let out into the most gorgeous night. The stars were so bright and twinkly, and the air was warm… but the street now became a river (I was still floating about 1.5 feet above the surface) and the water was filled with lotus petal and floating paper lanterns. There were crickets in the background, while the water was lazily gliding under me and I just kept floating on.

Next, the water started going faster and louder and I came to the peak of a waterfall. I was like, “Oh, I’m about to fall off a waterfall!” and as I said that, I started shooting downwards at a near-vertical angle but I was falling into stars. I had that really scary weightless feeling of falling for a long time and was frightened of what was going to happen, so I woke myself up.

I’m upset that I didn’t have the will-power to break into enough lucidity to stay in the dream… but it was all OVER-sensory you know, as if  I was trapped in all my senses experiencing things on an incredible level.