One night, I had I dream that I was driving along the San Gabriel river in L.A. with my best friend and we were in a screaming match. I was paralyzed but I was screaming bloody murder about something. Finally he got sick of my and threw me out of the car. My head smashed on the rocks that slope downwards, and I finally drowned and floated down the river. I couldn't feel anything the whole time.
The next night, I had a dream I lived in some upscale neighborhood in L.A. and was in some charming Japanese house where they served me with tea because they felt sorry for me. I left with the tea and was walking along this winding road on the side of a hill overlooking the ocean, when I began to see people walking up along the road toward the house. As they passed me, they asked "Didn't you feel it? Didn't you?" and I had no idea what they were talking about. Soon I saw a group of my friends talking about "the shaking! the shaking!" and I figured it was an earthquake. I was getting depressed by the time I got to the bottom of the hill, and at the bottom I found I was in the canyon that I lived in when I was young. A monk came up to me, looked me in the eye, and said, "Everybody felt it but you."
I woke up to find my dad by my bedside. My cat had just died 5 minutes before. He was the love of my life and I never saw it coming. It was tragic and I don't think I had ever felt a stab of pain like that in my life. Since that happened I think I feel a little bit better, but I still wonder about what those dreams could have meant. Do I not feel things anymore and needed something tremendous to shake that?
Tags: