Dreamland: floating in a lake

A long disconnected dream I don’t remember very well. Stepped out of the room at Tai Chi class for just a moment, and when I came back in, the room was completely empty. I knew everyone had gone into the next room for a demonstration by Mary, so I opened the door and went in.

Sure enough. There was a track around the outside of the room, and Mary was giving the demo on the track. But she wasn’t doing Tai Chi, she was walking along in a strange way. She went around the room a couple of times, demonstrating this sort of hunching hobbling walk, and then the demo changed into something else, I forget what.

Another part of the dream was going back to Chicago on the train from Los Angeles, and seeing a freight train going in the same way, with huge bundles tied on top of the train. Like, cotton in a huge roll, a large bag of green stuff that was maybe spinach, except in a 20-foot roll, on top of boxcars.

The company was Southwestern freight and it was reclaiming stuff that had been covered by some kind of financial instrument that was now void. It was the corporate equivalent of a bounced check and the reason the stuff was on top of the freight cars was that there was no room for it inside.

Then there was an episode about floating in a lake with a friendly dark haired woman. I know her but I don’t know who it was. We were in two floating chairs in a small lake or flooded area next to a house, maybe it was her house, and on the other side were the concrete stanchions of an elevated roadway although I don’t remember it being particularly noisy.

My floating chair was made of rattan and some flotation device and it worked fine. Hers was made out of wood like barrel staves, and it kept tipping forward, filling with water, and then sinking. She would get out, pick the chair up so the water flowed out, then get back in again. A little water would come in, then another huge f low that would sink it. I said to her, that will never work, you should try a chair like this. She said wouldn’t that sink too, I said, no it’s very stable, see, and I tipped my own chair over into the water and showed her how it righted itself. Then after that I think we went into her house, which gave the impression of having those narrow turrets with windows in the front, one on either side of the steps which went up to the front door, which was of wood, just like the rest of the house.

There was also an episode about being trapped in an automatic bathroom, maybe it was in that house, where I went into the bathroom, and the door shut and locked behind me. I couldn’t see the toilet so I went through another door which closed behind me. But there was no toilet in there, it was the bathtub and shower room, so I opened the door and went out, hearing the shower start up behind me. Then I saw the toilet which was concealed in a sort of piece of linoleum covering, which I separated ,then used the facilities. I tried the door to get out, and although it seemed locked at first, I was able to open it and leave.
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