Dreamland

A panorama of dreams.

Some fragments:
footballs in the whirlpool: Walking back in from the sandbars, a woman known to me, we are trying to stay on the dry sand, both wearing shoes. But we founder into a puddle because the wave moves it. I get my feet wet. I say something about how the water comes to be in our way and not avoided by us.

Then we are on the shore. For this moment in the dream it�s like the shore of Lake Michigan on a calm day, though the day is not calm. There�s a strong wind blowing offshore for the moment.

A small white football of hers is lying on the sand. I pick it up and throw it against the wind across the beach toward the bluff. It hits a hill of sand and bounces back to the shore, then oops, it bounces back into the water, just beyond reach and then keeps going, blown by the wind. We walk up towards the walk up from the beach and I say, �well, since my feet are wet anyway from earlier, I�m going to go see if I can get the football.�

She says okay and continues on up, while I head down the beach toward the south, around the shore end past a tall chain link fence, about 18 feet tall, that stretches out into the water. A little further on I immediately see two small hand footballs bobbing on the shore side of two rocks which form the foci of an elliptical whirlpool offshore, but they are not the right footballs: brown rather than white.

Then I see the white football, which is just beyond the further offshore of the two rocks, and it is just going into the whirlpool around the two rocks. I can get it if I act quickly and I wade immediately into the water on the north side of the whirlpool, the North-to-South shore rip current pulling at my legs.

When I reach the whirlpool, the near side of which is only about 20 or 25 feet offshore, I let myself down into the water so that it will carry me out and around to the other side where the white football now is. The whirlpool is going counterclockwise. The whirlpool current is rather strong and it pulls me in closer than I really want to go but I push away successfully, using my feet off of one of the rocks.

Then I sweep around the far rock -- actually it is a largely underwater ridge of rocks running all the way out -- and back in on the south side. Now the current is carrying me really fast right toward a big rock, and I�m sort of backwards with my back toward the rock so I could really get hurt. Fortunately I get my feet back in front of me, and then am able to push off the rock with my hand and the end result is that I�m able to grab the football, although now looking at it, it doesn�t seem to be the same one -- it has a rough brown mottling kind of like rock covering part of its surface, with the white still underneath.

Maybe the water has already started to affect it in some way.

Meanwhile, south of there, ashore, (in Michigan City?) unbeknownst to me several beings are looking at a prediction that is showing up on their equipment. �A, a member of the Fresnelleni, will enter a human space later today�. It seems these are either aliens or robots of some kind, and they have been in some way watching the whirlpool event or monitoring it remotely. And this A, an alien or robot of some kind, is going to go to the football area and, well, who knows what?

books:

I see this automated factory cart of books (although we are outdoors, maybe it�s a truck) about the same shape and size as the remainder tables of books you see in bookstores, except the books are all new. It�s backing up.

I�m in conversation with a pleasant heavyset woman who works for the publisher. �It�s amazing,� she says, �even if the slightest ding happens to one of the books and it�s damaged, it doesn�t make any difference overall, there are so many of them.� I pick up one of them and riffle through its pages, not reading though, as I often read in my dreams. She says, �yes, just like that one� It has a small indentation in the cover on the side opposite the spine. I put it back and think, or maybe say �are there so many even of Sein Und Zeit?�

This is a puzzling reference to me, as I have not thought of Heidegger in a while, but I was also dreaming about Dickens book strategies the same night ,so maybe it is associated with that. bidding:

There was a long sequence in which I was the third of three contractors to bid on some job. The first contractor said to the couple hearing the bids, how would you bid it?

The second was interrupted part way through by the woman (a thin pleasant woman) who said �you know, we�ve bid this kind of job ourselves before� which stopped him in his tracks. Then I said, I�d like you to prepare a bid yourselves, and left the room.

Well it wasn�t actually a room, but I went outside for a few moments, then came back in to see how they were doing and they were hard at work preparing my bid. Then it seemed that some of the work was to be done outside and some inside, which was puzzling for a software project but maybe it was more like a yardwork project at the first step. Anyway, we got to work, kind of skipping the bid process.

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