I recently switched out my down comforter for my quilt, but I must still be too hot at night, because my dreams have been rather disturbing of late.
The one from two nights ago was especially creepy. I was wandering around a commercial boat harbor alone late one night. It was pitch black and quiet. I walked slowly down the dock amidst rows and rows of seine boats–but they weren’t normal seine boats. They were empty seine boats. And not just post-season empty of crew or activity. They were empty of any and all equipment one would usually see on a boat.
No boom. No block. No web pile, no cork pile, no rings. No winch, no drum. No binboards or totes. Nothing. Just row after row of skeleton boats, abandoned old seiners in a ghostly harbor.
As I looked at each boat and tried to figure out what was wrong with it (the realization that they were skeletons didn’t come until later in the dream), I noticed one particular old wooden boat. It was the very last one in the row and was covered in decades’ worth of glossy black paint. On the stern, painted in white, was the name, Highliners and Homecomings. As I looked at the boat I thought, “Wow, that guy is going to be pretty mad when he finds out I swiped the name of his boat for my blog.”
This dream scene ended with me free falling about 200 feet, looking at the row of empty boats beneath me and wondering how it was going to feel to hit the deck of one of them once I landed.
In the next phase of the dream, I sat in the lobby of a church. I was patting my belly the way a pregnant woman might, when a girl came by and offered me a sports drink. “This should be okay to drink even though you’re pregnant,” she said.
“Oh, no,” I replied. “I’m not pregnant. I’m just hiding my baby right here.” I went to lift the coverings and bring out the baby. That’s when I discovered it wasn’t Vincent I was hiding. It was a kitten!
I don’t even have a kitten, or any cats. I have two big black dogs. And I’ve never had a sports drink.
Maybe tonight I’ll move the fan into my room and get some air.