Remeberance

It's been a while since I posted a dream. To be honest, I don't dream often. Or is it that I rush so many mornings, I forget that I have dreamt? Either way, if there's one thing that stops you in your tracks, it's when a dream conjures up a past you had forgotten about.

Background 

I had been watching the movie Underworld, and one of the characters reminded me of a girl I once dated in my past. We had just met at a dance studio, and it seemed we hit it off real well. We dated for two months, and even though it was really quick, I thought I had quite the connection. Looking back, I truly understand puppy love, and the ill fate of over-eager clinginess, but none the less, it was an emotional ride that I'd rather pass on in the near future. This dream didn't have much in the senses department, but mostly darkness and emotion.

Dream

I'm at my work and excited for the weekend. This is no ordinary weekend, this is THE weekend I get to ask her parents if I can date their daughter. The ever exciting feel of not being single again, and moving towards the excitement of a relationship! Staring off into a hall of grayness, my phone rings. "Hello" I start. "Hi" her familiar voice responds back. "Are you ready for the weekend!?" I stated all too eager. "Um, about that.. Would you mind if we don't talk to my dad?" her nervous but honest voice quietly speaks. "What do you mean? You don't want to be my girlfriend?!"

The grayness fades and I'm surrounded by the feelings of panic and confusion. All I see is her face and the warmth of her fading away. Then, as if in an antique theater, a silent film plays before me flashes of our relationship. First it's us dancing together, holding hands, going on dates, arriving at her parents, saying goodbye, then black, black, black.. stop. With each scene, I'm hit with emotion. At first it's butterflies, followed by the sorrow of my hopeless attempts to stall the end to come.

I woke up gritting my teeth, trying not the think about what just happened. I must say that it's amazing how dreams can bring back some hard moments in your life. The girl I dated was not a bad person, just at a different place than I was. I tried to push her into what I wanted, and God had better plans for the both of us. In the short view, I thought something was wrong with me during that time. I thought dating was a sophisticated game, that if played correctly, you'd win a relationship. Unfortunately, it took many years later to realize dating is not so. It is more of a getting to know someone on a deeper level and being HONEST to yourself and them. If it's a game, you're going to lose. Being single has been one of the best things in my life. Not only have I been able to experience a deeper sense of myself, but I have been able to grow to know so many people and accomplish things during my free time. In a relationship, you have time for yourself, but there is a difference. Last year, I fell in love with a woman on the same page as me, and this month marks our 1 month anniversary of marriage. God sure knows what He's doing, and even though there were sad times in the past, I wouldn't be in this joyful period without all those moments and what they've taught me.

Slán 

Growing Closer

Love is a funny thing at times. As I grow closer to people, their feelings and interests start to become part of me. This dream is the perfect example. Now, I actually had this dream last week on Thursday, the 22nd of March, but I've been fairly busy these past weeks.

BACKGROUND:
I've been dating a woman lately that has been a great joy in my life. I'd like to think we've grown rather close. We both have a unique view of water. I love being submerged in water, and she would rather not be. Without going into further detail, she is unable to swim in deep water, and I am completely fine with that. Also to add, I tend to have major qualms with life/death situations when involving someone I care about.

Anywho, as the summer draws closer this year, I'm extremely excited to go swimming, kayaking and fishing. Being in water is one of my passions. So this dream must have put together my passion for water and this woman's fear.

DREAM:
I'm out on a date with this woman. We are both in single, sit-in kayaks on a familiar lake. It was a summer evening with the sun half-set. I had a nervous feeling as I watched her ahead.

A few moments later, she fell into the water and my heart started racing. I knew she could not swim, so I flipped my kayak over to go in after her. The water was cool, murky and I could only see a silhouette of her beneath me. As I reached for her, a few thoughts were running through my head:

...will I find her.. will I be able to pull her out.. will she drown.. where's her kayak.. I must find something to pull us up.. is she ok...

There were a lot of other thoughts in my head amidst the confusion in the water, but I took hold of her hand, latched onto her kayak and pulled us above the water.

As dreams often do shift, somehow we went from being in the middle of the lake to washed up on the shore. I was sitting on the sand, the water was up to my chest, and she was sitting on my lap. I was holding onto her and looking into her eyes. Her hair was curly, wet and had been brushed to the sides of her face. Both of us were shivering, but she looked so beautiful. A few moments later, I smirked and said, "heh, you're in the water.." After I said that, she smiled too as if relieved. Afterwards, I woke up.

The context behind my statement was playfully saying that she survived going into the deep water and together, we overcame both our fears. Her fear of deep water, and my fear of losing her.

Slán

Ever See a Pig Whale?

     Haha.. so I had another interesting dream this morning. :) I was down at the Baltimore Aquarium with my mother. We had been to a bunch of places before arriving at the aquarium, but unfortunately I do not remember what.

     As my mother and I walked into the aquarium building, you could see a large circular service desk. A young lady (blonde and in her late 20's) was behind the desk talking to a group of people. I listened in on her conversation as my mother and I passed by. She was giving the people an introduction about the tour, and the cost to go on the tour. I didn't want to pay money for a tour, so my mother and I moved on.

     The circular desk was towards the front of the building. To the left of the desk were a bunch of shelves with items you could purchase (Basically like a convenient store). I don't remember seeing a ceiling, so it must have been really high. Besides the shelves and desk, it was a big empty room with a hallway towards the back. The hallway was literally about a football field distance away from the desk. The lighting made it feel like evening; after the sun had set. The room was lit with white fluorescent lights, but the carpeted floor, desk and colors in the room were that of a medium blue. For the most part, it felt like a slow business day in a large open place (Like waiting at a terminal in the Charles de Gaulle airport at 4am).

     My mother trailed off towards the hallway, but I wanted to buy a journal and a pen. I knew if I did not write down the events that occurred before the aquarium, I would forget what we did. While I searched the shelves for notebooks and pens, I got a desire for some cough drops (I think my throat felt scratchy). So, I figured I'd buy a pack after I got a notebook and some pens.

     A bit later, I found a medium size, black and white striped notebook. I couldn't find any pens. It occurred to me that I should probably buy pencils instead (In case I need to erase). I looked everywhere for pencils, found one pack, and their erasers sucked. Don't you hate it when the erasers are hard?!  You instantly know they are just going to smear instead of erase. Total pet-peeve of mine..

     Anywho, I gave up on the notebook thing and figured "Oh well" if I forget (I think that's about the time I realized I was dreaming. Only when I dream, do I want to write things down before I forget them). Since I wasn't buying a notebook, I didn't bother looking for the cough drops either. At this time, my mother had vanished. I figured she was already in the actual aquarium, so I made my way towards the back hallway. The hallway was dimly lit (Reminded me of a movie theatre hallway but a lot shorter).

     As I opened the door to enter the actual aquarium, I immediately noticed the blonde tour guide talking to a group of people. I wanted to go past her and look for my mother, but what she was talking about caught my attention.

She said: "Here we have a pig whale. A rare, marvelous creature. We were able to save it from shear death. It's parents were killed by.. "

     I don't remember what she said after that, but come on.. A PIG WHALE? Dream or no dream, I halted the search for my mother and walked over to the water tank the lady was standing beside. It was a rather large tank, like you'd see for sharks and such, but only the pig whale resided in it. I was standing at the top of the tank looking down to the lower depths. Besides the pig whale, there was only clear, dark blue water and a soft-gray dusty floor.

     I looked at the pig whale, and its appearance fit its name perfectly. The back half was that of a whale, and the fish had the head of a pig. It's rather large mouth was opening up wide and closing in slow movements. Almost made me think that it was crying out for loved ones.. Strange.. but, after the pig whale opened its mouth up for the third time, I woke up.

Cheers and until the next dream..

Hebrew Dream

Here's a little background to aid in understanding the beginning part of my dream:
     I worked five years as a helpdesk technician, while studying at Penn State University. My boss, shall we call him Ryan, was a great mentor and friend, and I still have a lot of respect for him today. As a tech, I was in charge of fixing anything technological (Computers, Projectors, TVs, Audio Equip..), as well as running wires to hook up technology. As a note: There were many times, I needed a ladder to fix hanging projectors and run wires.

Now the dream:
     I'm back at Penn State, and I'm helping out Ryan part-time. It's mid-day/afternoon, and I'm walking through a building towards the nearest elevator. I'm carrying a ladder on my right shoulder, with my arm looped through one of the openings between the steps. I'm wearing blue jeans and a collared t-shirt. I do not remember what color the shirt was.

     As I'm walking through the building, there's a silence, and I feel alone (Not in a bad way, just no one is here). Before I get to the elevator, I pull out my cellphone and call Ryan to let him know where I'm at. We talk on the phone for an unknown period of time. I don't remember the conversation other than, "Hey Ryan, I'm over at ___ building and heading up to work on ____." I have no clue what the blanks are, but during the conversation were laughing.

     A few moments later, I hang up the phone and enter the elevator. As I stare off waiting for the door to close, a young woman (23-24) enters into the elevator, and then walks back out. Not focusing on anything, I was unable to see her face. From behind, I noticed she had dark-brown, shoulder-length hair, and her right hand was holding a soft square lunchbox in the shade of a dim orange color. She wore a dark purple, floppy dress shirt, and I think she had dark jeans on.

     As she disappears out of the elevator, the room outside transforms from a quiet empty feeling to a busy conversational feeling (Like there are many people talking). I didn't look outside to verify, but as the elevator door was beginning to close again, she came back into the elevator with the lunchbox. While conversing with someone outside the elevator, she turns around quick to face the elevator door and walks back out into the open room. I still didn't get a chance to look at her face. Soon, I begin to laugh because the whole scene was hilarious (Not to mention the elevator door spazing out because of her tripping the sensors).

     Instead of waiting for the elevator door to close, I put my right hand on the door and waited for her to come back in. A few moments later, she walks back in without the lunchbox and has a cute smile on her face. Her eyes were rounded, and she had a joyful/content expression on her face (Reminds me of the anime expressions of joy on women). She was light skinned (Caucasian or very light tanned.. Remember I'm in an elevator, so lighting is not that great).

Anyways, I laugh and say, "Hi. Welcome back".
She smiles and says, "Hi."

      The elevator door shuts, and we begin to ascend to the next few floors.

She asks me: "Do you work here?"
I say: "Yeah. I'm working part-time. I'm helping Ryan because he's short on staff."

     I don't remember how much time after that first conversation, but a thought was running through my head saying "She's really cute. I should ask her out on a date." It didn't take me long after that thought.

I playfully ask: "Hey, what are you doing next week?"
She replies: "Nothing that I know of."
I ask: "Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime next week?"
She smiles and says: "Sure."  

    We arrive at our floor and both get off. She pulls out a small post-it notepad (I have no clue where she got it), writes down her name and phone number, then hands me the note. I smile at her, and she walks off content; pushing a swinging door open and disappearing through its entrance (I'm assuming it was a restroom).

    As she disappears, I look down at the note and read her name. "Dimona", I say out loud. "What an interesting name." I look at her phone number. "717-652...." As I was taking in her number, I realize that I didn't look at her last name. Looking up towards where her name was, the words get blurry and unfortunately, that's when I wake up.

Cheers to you friends...