Dreamlife March 14—Leslie

Dream 1:

Type: high stress
People: no one I know in waking life
Featured: an SF law firm and a death

I’m at a San Francisco law firm, working on a case file. But I’m scared, because I’ve killed someone—or at least I’m suspected of having done so. But in the dream—although I wasn’t sure one way or another—it felt to me like I had in fact committed a murder.


The scene shifts and I’m at the home of someone else who works at the firm. I play with her dogs, and then we’re sitting on her couch. She starts to kiss me, but I pull back, making some sort of excuse, and then sneak out of the house.

The scene shifts again, and I’m back in Santa Cruz, running in a foot race. I’m the only one who’s barefoot, and I seem to be running the opposite direction the other competitors are going. I think I may also have been trying to run away from people who suspected me of the murder.

Annotations:

When I woke from this dream I was sweaty and really creeped out. I was worried that if I went straight back to sleep I’d continue with the dream, so I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I think the foot race part came after I went back to bed. It was weird how real it seemed. I can tell you it’s not fun thinking you’ve committed murder.

The barefoot running bit no doubt stems from a NYT Sunday Magazine article I read a few months ago about how running barefoot is much better for you than wearing expensive running shoes.


Dream 2:

Type: mundane
People: unnamed friends
Featured: Mexican food

I’m at a Mexican restaurant called “La Vallarta.” I mention a place I know of called Tacos Vallarta in Santa Cruz, and the woman owner gets testy. I think to myself, but it’s the name of a town—there’s gonna be lots of places named after it. She brings our table a special plate, on the house. It’s supposedly Cuban, and has a weird sort of chicken flauta (which looks a little like a chicken leg) and a burger with a Cuban sauce.

Annotations

I was listening to a podcast (Food Chain Radio) yesterday morning while using the NordicTrack, which concerned an attempt to trademark the phrase “urban homesteading.” There were various folks on the show discussing whether you could in fact trademark such a generic phrase as that.


Dream 3:

Type: flying in a plane
People: my dad, and other family members
Featured: a small, prop plane

I was in the front seat of a small prop plane, with my dad flying. I think other family members may have been in the back seat. We had been at a hotel or something, and were returning to Santa Monica. There was a steep downhill runway, so we took off quickly and easily. The dream was vivid, and I could feel in my stomach the feeling you get in a small plane like that—all the bumps and turns. It was exciting, but I was a little frightened too, because I knew my dad wasn’t a very experienced pilot.

Annotations:

We’ve been watching the old TV show Northern Exposure, which features a lot of bush pilots flying around in light planes.