Hillside Home / Africa
Three dream sequences are remembered from this night, widely separated in time. The first was when I was awakened suddenly by a noise in the night, which proved to be the wind before the rain. In this dream I was examining a program listing for an income tax program and analyzing it for modification. This is exactly what I had been doing for a few minutes before going to bed. How dull.
Hillside Home:
I had a small house in a hilly area in a vegetable growing district. A man approached me to buy a house higher up the hill, which included an area of land for vegetables. I felt my present situation was quite sufficient, but he insisted this was better, and that the land needed to be protected from development. I believe I finally did buy this house, and in addition considerable vacant land surrounding. The man had made a considerable point of terms and payments, presuming a person living in my modest situation did not have much money. I think I ended up paying mostly in cash and financing a minority portion.Slowly fading out.
Africa:
The setting of this dream was in Africa. I was there on some kind of expedition looking for rocks or plants or something. While walking in one area, I found a divided compound constructed of posts and woven sticks. Hanging from his hind legs from an internal wall was a pure white goat with a single horn coming out of the center of his forehead, about 8 inches long.I knew this goat was about to be sacrificed in some ceremony, and cut him down, expecting him to take off. Instead, he proved to be a friendly sort and followed me around. Eventually he wandered off I think, but scene shifts make this impossible to track. I knew what name this kind of goat went by, and also knew the name of an extremely rare four horned variety.
Scene Shift. Here a ceremony was being prepared by black tribesmen. The setting was in a wide stream bed with big rocks in great profusion. Some water was flowing among them at the lowest point. In the area and near background were huge timbers from a former railroad bridge. These figured in the ceremony somehow. Farther in the background was the new bridge which had replaced the old. It was similar in construction but in good condition.
There had been some kind of upheaval in the community, and the ceremony
was being done by younger men. The primary group left for some reason,
leaving the second string to continue the preparations. When they returned,
the ceremonial chief, also a young man, found the candles had been left
burning brightly by the man left in charge, and there might not be enough
left for the ceremony. There was much more to this dream, a great amount
of detail and much better grasp of what was actually happening, but it did
not come across intact.
End.
There was a fourth dream somewhat related to the previous one, but in a building setting with white people. I do not remember it at all, I am only aware of its existence.
Just before going to sleep in the evening, I remembered a fifth dream. I was on a ship heading toward a passage between a huge rock on the right and a smaller one on the left. The one on the right had been so tunneled for defensive works it looked like Swiss cheese. Its outside had also been carved with walkways and walls. It resembled a light tan castle rising from the water, but appeared abandoned.