Maybe I should start with the fact that I'm alive, in perfect health, and in a wonderful marriage. (And I don't have a Jessica Alba fetish.) That matters little in dreams, though:
Two days ago, I had an amazingly vivid dream, where I was climbing a 5.11-ish route outside, hard sandstone, like at Red Rock
, NV. My usual partner, Ted, was belaying me. The route was slightly overhanging. I was leading it, getting to a near-featureless roof, feeling quite exposed, and then my inescapable fate was revealed. I was going to fall and die. This part of the dream replayed itself a few times. I make a lunge under the roof for a hold, fall, and my protection doesn't hold. I never dream about the actual cratering, just keep replaying the fateful lunge that leads to death.
Last night, I dreamt I was returning to UCSB
for something-or-other, and had to stay at a stranger's apartment. She was part Jessica Alba from Idle Hands
, and part Jessica Alba from Sin City
. Adorable and sexy at once. The dream was all about the tension of falling in love with someone, but being too inhibited to follow your heart. It took place over a three-day weekend (dream-time), and the last day was spent frantically, vainly searching for the girl.
Way vivid dreams. The feelings are with me still.