I’ve been so exhausted lately that I have not been remembering my dreams much. I finally remembered one so it’s time to share.
This dream was sort a series of cliches being played out. It started with me standing on the beach of a beautiful south Pacific island. I must have been washed up on the beach or laying down because I remember looking up and seeing a man I knew to be ‘The General.’ He had the odd mix of an old man’s war beaten head and face, complete with WW2 US Army helmet and a cigar clinched between his teeth, and a young man’s very ripped, bronzed body (shirtless of course). He was surveying the horizon and nodding to himself as if he were satisfied with what he saw.
The next cliche jumps to 3 men and 3 women carrying a canoe along a different beach on the same island. They were alternating man/woman on each side with one side having 2 of one sex and one of the other. The women and men all had hair and makeup styles of those in the 1950’s. They seemed to be identical clones of each other with only differences in hair and eye color. They were also all wearing what looked like stage costumes straight out of South Pacific. They were doing a weird/little skip march and singing what sounded like a primitive tribal chant.
The final cliche was me looking at a third beach on the same island. I was at the edge of a sea wall and about 6 feet above the ocean. The same men and women from before appeared and this time were wearing 1950’s style bathing suits and 60’s surf music was playing. They all ran into the ocean and jumped in like proverbial lemmings. I was annoyed by this because I knew none of them could swim and I would have to save them. I jumped into the water and realized the waves were far too high for me to help anyone. I rode the waves for what seemed like a minute until a large wave lifted me high into the air and left me suspended there after it fell back down. Once I was airborne, I had the ability to fly. I flew over each drowning clone and lifted them out of the water and dropped them on the shore.
Sadly, that’s all I remember. The flying was really fun.
Weird corollary: when I was brushing my teeth before bed last night, I was standing in the office (yes, I’m a toothbrushing wanderer) staring at our world map, in particular the south Pacific. I was more interested in following the date line, but obviously something sunk in.
