I wake up and I realize I’m late for work. I toss on some clothes and head for the door. When I open my backdoor to the outside, I see with horror that the world is covered in cockroaches. Like every six inches of space in front of me has a cockroach. I turn around to go back inside the house and see that suddenly my house is full of cockroaches, too. So I freak out and I start to run through my neighborhood, not stepping on cockroaches, but trying to get away from them. I run up the street, and down another couple of blocks and soon I’m standing in front of an ocean. There are still cockroaches everywhere and I’m still really scared and icked out.
I jump into the ocean and start to swim under the water. No cockroaches under the water, just a feeling of deep calm. Breathing is apparently not an issue. I swim down deeper and deeper. An Octopus comes up to me. I get the sense that I know this octopus and he and I are good friends. He shows me a garden full of beautiful oysters. I’m not sure what constitutes a beautiful oyster, mind you, but I knew in the dream that they were.
The octopus and I say goodbye but it’s a “catch ya later” sort of goodbye that suggests we will see one another soon. I swim on to an underwater church that I hadn’t been consciously aware of. The church building is rectangular outside but inside it’s a perfect circle and there’s a pedestal in the center with a large clock. And I know it is my job to take care of the clock. I go to the clock and start polishing it as if that was what I had intended to do all along. A monkey hops up to me and starts chattering to me and I talk to him as I’m working. I look around the room as I’m working and I see that there’s a tiger and a lion there too and I get the sense that they also will hang out with me and keep me company.
So I get back to work on the clock.
And then I wake up.
2 comments:
That gets pleasant as it goes along, although you do need to take a deep breath. The beginning reminds me of how the cat-food bowl in my mother's kitchen in Hampton was at night, black and covered with cockroaches
which formed an undulating surface.
Oysters are homely. Pearls can be beautiful. There is a saying, something like that Southern women can fake anything but their pearls.
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade
He'd let us in, knows where we've been
In his octopus's garden in the shade
I'd ask my friends to come and see
An octopus's garden with me
I'd like to be under the sea
In an octopus's garden in the shade
We would be warm below the storm
In our little hideaway beneath the waves
Resting our head on the sea bed
In an octopus's garden near a cave
Channeling Ringo?
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