I've been having a lot of dreams lately, at least one nearly every night. I think that this is a good thing -- my mind is tilling and turning the soil of my unconscious in order to increase my growth. It does mean that I occasionally wake up from a disturbing dream, though.
I had a dream this morning that at one time would likely be interpreted as some kind of omen. I dreamt that I was hiking or traveling through a heavily wooded area full of bears (brown bears and panda bears) with a group of guides. Our group would walk down paths or dirt roads and constantly attempt to avoid bear cubs -- fearing that mother bears would see us and attack. While hiding out on some kind of hill or ledge to avoid once such group cubs, one of the guides gets a cell phone call that one of my oldest, best friends, L. (who is also best man in my upcoming wedding) is dead after a white water river rafting accident. I decide to leave the forest, the cliff, and the bears, and go back to the Land Of My Birth. I call L.'s house and his brother answers. I ask for L. and his brother says "well, you know what happened, don't you?" I say "yes, I do" and feel a profound sense of loss. I awake shortly after with the pleasant realization that it is only a dream, and that our clock radio will go off in about 30 minutes.
Thoughts of L. linger with me into the day. I find myself thinking about the time I've spent with him over the years... from when we played in the first grade to seeing him at his house in just a few months ago. The memories seem so strong that I can almost sense certain smells and tastes that I associate with time I spent with him. Part of me wants to e-mail him just to see if he really is ok.
I think that in former times, this is the sort of thing that would constitute an omen. Perhaps a dream interpreter is needed.
on 2004-03-04 at 1:37 p.m.
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