return

Wow! 20 days of absence. Some nights I would wake and not remember any dreams, other nights, I would remember a few then they would vanish right away. I think I needed some time to stabilize after thinking so deeply into my pysche. Ok, deep breath, here we go again.

Shifting perspective. I was in a sea plane flying across the ocean looking for survivors. I saw two orange life jackets with people in them. As the plane flew over and around to land, I was now in the water with the floating people. A man and a woman swam over to help us to the plane, we swam through coral mounds and my legs were getting scratched and poked by plants that felt like wire. The plane had turned into a small triangular tent, and we squeezed many people in. I don't know where they all came from, but there were several people to save. We left a dinghy behind, full of people, we were meant to come back later to rescue them. The tent tried to take off, wouldn't go. We circled around into more open water, it was very choppy. We took off and made it into the air. Wires kept poking me through the tent walls. I was looking through the window and the man in front of me was now Adam Dingman. We were talking about getting home. We flew over a private island, turned into a public beach, then we were in a bus driving through Didsbury past a BBQ, and a wedding. The driver was joking about forgetting to phone our parents, to tell them we were saved. We turned up the alley, and the bus once again transformed into a sled, and we were moving up a snowy hill. I was looking through my bag of random things- fake grapes, toy balls, bottles, glass ornaments, etc. A boy was playing fetch with his dog. I took the ball from the dog's mouth and threw it, he brought it back then I woke up.

I don't understand why I keep dreaming about my home town Didsbury. And people from my past. Maybe I have roots to shake...