I have been having a series of dreams that in some ways resemble the locations that I have dreamt before. It seems that the geography of my dreams is coalescing and taking shape. It seems to be asort of amalgam of my home town in mexico, hawaiian mointains, beaches, military instalations, my grandparent's ranch and surrounding hills. There are volitile elements such as two volcanos that are always aflame, and always spewing forth lava. The military instalation seems no more than a rowdy fraternity of people who pick on the younger and lwer ranking for fun. There is a field of lava and burning pits of sulfur that is the ruins of a part of town I do not recall. I have yet to find a coalesced significance of all the elements, except the places from my childhodd being nostalgic as well as grusome. I did have two distinct dreams I recall. One of them a man cut several deep gashes accross my face and my family did not recognize me. Another one, the volcano erupted more violently than usual and it wrecked the town.
Other seemingly unrealted dreams, or at least that the geography thereof have not taken part in the dreamsphere I have also shaken me.
I had one dream where I was back home after some time in physical therapy. I was missing both my legs and I was at a gathering. It was what seemed like a welcome home party. There was an ex-girlfriend-now-friend who was there and apparently coordinated the whole thing. It seemed to be taking place in an upstairs appartment or second floor of a house. It had elements of a thrift store but with more flair. Eventually at some people left. There were other people who were telling me how brave I was and how I was a hero. I thought about how I would not be able to do cartwheels and dance the same way again. Eventually I guess I had a flare up of pain. I asked for aspirin, or tylenol, or something. found myself standing a bit unsteadily with my forehead pressed against a wall. My eyes were clenched in pain. I opened them up took a breath and I was against the outside south wall of my best friend's house in the town where we bth spent a greater portion of our lives. It was damp out. I unsteadily walked back to my old house and awoke.
I believe this dream is pertinent to my being in Baghdad and all. I figure if something does happen, I'll get over it. Eventually
