Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Does Anyone Interpret Dreams?
Last night I dreamed that I was on a ship at sea with my Dad. We are not a sailing/nautical family by the way. The last time one of my family was on a ship was when they were still calling this the "New World". So Dad and I are on this ship and we are dressed like the Gorton's Fisherman, yellow hats and all, and the waves are tossing the ship and we are having a little trouble standing up. It isn't a particularly big ship, 30' maybe, but the waves are really bucking. The sky is clear and blue and we don't seem to be worried, when Dad suggests we head to the bridge and find some charts so we can figure out where we are. The bridge is open to the elements with nothing more than some canvas above us to shield us from the sun. We are trying to hang on and are laughing at our own comedic struggle just to get to the wheel. Dad grabs the wheel and hands me the water-proof case with the charts in it. I open the box while bracing myself on the railing and amongst the charts is this expensive looking bottle of wine.
"Look at this Dad," I say as I hold it up, "it's a one hundred year old bottle of wine. It's 100 years old today! We should open it and have some!"
"Sure, sure," he is unimpressed. He is loading up his old corn cob pipe while noting the position of the sun and direction of the wind, and just as he lights a match, sea water splashes up and douses it and soaks the whole box of matches. "Have you got a light boy?" he asks. I'm fumbling with the wine, the over sized chart and trying to fish my own matches from my front jeans pocket when a stray wave washes me overboard into cold, inky blackness.
I have a deep seated fear of drowning and awoke gasping and short of breathe. The dream was funny and pleasant until I went in the drink, and I remember laughing at ourselves trying to get around on this bobbing boat, but when I woke up it seemed sad and foreboding.