I woke up from an interesting dream just now. I was playing with a balloon on a wire that lit up and I was playing with it from a distance over this pond that used to exist between my house and my neighbors house and I was playing with it and it lit up really neat ways as I moved it back and forth and I was getting ready to tell my friend about it and show her and see if she could do one too and we’d compete.
Almost right away after I thought about showing off, I did a jig too quickly and it fell into the water. Without thinking I went into the water to get it but it was freezing cold winter so I swam very quickly on top of the water like bouncing on top of the water like a high speed boat and instead of turning around once I got it coming back I kept going to the other side of the lake and found myself interestingly enough, down at Lake Ontario instead of just my neighbor’s house.
From there I decided I couldn’t make it back the same way because I was thinking about it and you can’t do that sort of trick when you’re thinking about it You can only do it spontaneously. This probably comes from the art of flying concept that Douglas Adams created which is try and fall but forget how to land and that’s how he described flying.
Whatever the reason, I decided to drive back up to my house and interesting but instead of driving from the lake north the dream then suddenly took me from way out west on Eglinton Avenue which is a major east-west street in Toronto.
So I was in my car which I have no actual memory of because I just finished posting a blog the other day saying that I never drive or walk in my dreams I have always using my own flying or skating type of methodology but in this case I was apparently in a car. It may have bounced back and forth between a car and just me on my shoes which happens in dreams sometimes.
The part that was interesting about this particular dream is that I manually remembered all the major landmarks of Eglinton West in the correct order as well. In my dream it felt a little faster than real time but it was still a journey. None of my dream universe landmarks we’re present.
I don’t often dream in the real universe.
I think this dream represents my loss. I miss having a car and driving around and seeing how the city has changed. Even in my dreams one of the strip plazas that I used to frequent had been torn down and a condo was built on its site. There’s a pretty good chance this actually happened but I have no way of knowing. It’s been quite a few years since I’ve been in that area of the city I no longer live in.
I found the whole experience kind of neat and I was sad to have to wake up.