May 23rd, 2005

Morpheus, Death, and Love

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.