Flummoxed
Hands down, the strangest dream I've had in recent memory happened about a week ago...and like most of my dreams it didn't have much shelf life and my rendering of it here will be a faint shadow of its actual splendor.
What I remember is this: I was in some rural mountain region which I'd judge to be to our west by the landscape...some tall timber, but sparse ground cover over rocky, sandy soil. One of those high prairies near where the vegetation changes as the elevation tilts up the sides of a mountain range. I was visiting a family or group of people who had built a huge, rambling cabin-shelter high on a plateau. The structure seemed to stretch along a ridge in a series of interconnected rooms all in a row and they all had some kind of 'lookout' aspect to them: a platform that either gave out onto the roof and equipped with a mounted scope or binoculars, or some kind of similar device positioned at a window. At the center of most of the rooms was a sitting or reclining construct made of rough materials like rawhide strips and ripcut wood slats, but all ingeniously crafted and most suspended from the rafters of the room by ropes or from the floor by posts. I got the impression that whoever owned the place was enlisting my help to witness some border dispute or other...I spent a lot of time looking through the scopes and binoculars in all directions...and also to talk about some dangerous wildlife. Wolves or bears, I'd guess. Suddenly everything fell away except for the sense that I'd been involved in some 'encounter' with a woman related to the household...we were alone in the rambling building, taking advantage of one (or more) of the clever suspended pieces of primitive furniture. Just as suddenly, that woman and I were outdoors at the edge of a hard winter wilderness...I felt (analyzing the dream later) that we had been banished from the house on account of our tryst in the building and put out in the wild to find our way to civilization. We were intent on doing something to make sure we weren't caught out by a coming storm that was going to cause landslides and fill the mountainsides with trees and debris. In a short span of time, we had avoided both some wolves and some strange mountainfolk who were trying to rob us. Soon we were hurtling down a canyon that had been turned into a churning rapid by the cold sleet and rain. We had managed to fashion or find some kind of craft like a small boat...but I woke up before we had reached safety. We were dodging huge trees and bolders when I snapped upright, wondering where the hell I was. Who was she? Why was her family so angry about her encounter with me, or vice versa?
What I remember is this: I was in some rural mountain region which I'd judge to be to our west by the landscape...some tall timber, but sparse ground cover over rocky, sandy soil. One of those high prairies near where the vegetation changes as the elevation tilts up the sides of a mountain range. I was visiting a family or group of people who had built a huge, rambling cabin-shelter high on a plateau. The structure seemed to stretch along a ridge in a series of interconnected rooms all in a row and they all had some kind of 'lookout' aspect to them: a platform that either gave out onto the roof and equipped with a mounted scope or binoculars, or some kind of similar device positioned at a window. At the center of most of the rooms was a sitting or reclining construct made of rough materials like rawhide strips and ripcut wood slats, but all ingeniously crafted and most suspended from the rafters of the room by ropes or from the floor by posts. I got the impression that whoever owned the place was enlisting my help to witness some border dispute or other...I spent a lot of time looking through the scopes and binoculars in all directions...and also to talk about some dangerous wildlife. Wolves or bears, I'd guess. Suddenly everything fell away except for the sense that I'd been involved in some 'encounter' with a woman related to the household...we were alone in the rambling building, taking advantage of one (or more) of the clever suspended pieces of primitive furniture. Just as suddenly, that woman and I were outdoors at the edge of a hard winter wilderness...I felt (analyzing the dream later) that we had been banished from the house on account of our tryst in the building and put out in the wild to find our way to civilization. We were intent on doing something to make sure we weren't caught out by a coming storm that was going to cause landslides and fill the mountainsides with trees and debris. In a short span of time, we had avoided both some wolves and some strange mountainfolk who were trying to rob us. Soon we were hurtling down a canyon that had been turned into a churning rapid by the cold sleet and rain. We had managed to fashion or find some kind of craft like a small boat...but I woke up before we had reached safety. We were dodging huge trees and bolders when I snapped upright, wondering where the hell I was. Who was she? Why was her family so angry about her encounter with me, or vice versa?
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