Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Dream of the Month: February 2015

I arrived at my college campus and parked my car in the parking garage near the art building, where I would typically park when I had class. There were guys walking around the parking garage shooting people with guns, so I began sprinting to the top floor of the garage and found an old wooden bridge that was attached to it (like something out of an Indiana Jones movie). However, the bridge was so long and disappeared in the distance, which prevented me from seeing what it was attached to on the other side.

I could hear gun shots echoing behind me so I jumped on the bridge and didn't look back. I felt like I was running forever. I was sprinting out of sheer anxiety and fear but that feeling began to fade as I was greeted by puffs of clouds and tree canopies. My attention shifted to a more peaceful state. The bridge eventually ended and I was left standing on this huge, medieval castle-like structure.

The scenery was breathtaking. The sun was setting and the sky was bright orange with speckles of red and yellow. There were mountains glowing in the distance, a beach to the right and hoodoo rock formations that you would find in Bryce National Park to the left of me. For some reason I couldn't keep my eyes open, so I went down to the beach and splashed my face with some water. Immediately, I regained my vision and I stood at the shore, watching dozens of surfers riding waves with a massive rock wall behind them. The rock wall had an array of lights shining off of it, like an aurora borealis effect.

One of the surfers started paddling to me, in a very eager manner. I smiled and waved until he got onto the shore.

This is going to sound crazy, but I knew him. Like we were old friends from a previous life or something, reuniting again. Moments later I started panicking and told him 'I had to leave' and it was 'time for me to get back'. I kept telling him I had to get back. We took a picture together and than I ran back up the beach onto the castle structure. I found a door that opened up to a spiral staircase and I began descending to the bottom.

When I got to the base of the steps, I opened up the door and I was standing in the center of campus, which was transformed into a farmers market. There were booths and vendors everywhere and I walked up to this wonderful, older lady who was handing out free herbs in tiny potting containers.

The last thing I remember about the dream was looking down at the ground and observing how well manicured the lawn was, which glowed a fluorescent neon green. Along the grass were an array of herbs and plants in containers.

Than I woke up.