Dream influenced by "Lost"

Written January 18, 2010

Smells like carrots.

-John Locke and Desmond conversation, Lost.

Haven’t written much, nor have been the mean, lean, productive machine I had imagined for the new year, but things are moving along slowly.

I wanted to write about a dream I had last night. I am still trying to recall all of it. My Aunt Judy and Uncle Steve had devised or discovered a plan that could allow some people in life to trip around time, thereby seeing the future and the past. They had come across stuff about my relatives that I didn’t know, particularly, if I’m remembering correctly, my step-grandfather Bill and my great aunt Gladys.

Another part of the dream had to do with seeing or at least sensing Dad, like a vision. He was in a beautiful place and happy and proud of me.

The dream was so vivid and cool, and I wanted to remember more, but as usual forgot so much the second I awoke. Hopefully, I will be able to lucid dream it back someday, or have it trigger again. This has happened before.

Another part of the dream, I had teleported into the future and saw my gravestone. It said my maiden name on it. I purposefully didn’t look so I wouldn’t see when I would die. I came back to the present, and Aunt Judy, or someone there, told me she had seen the date. Overwhelmed with curiosity, in my dream, I asked her when I would die. At first she said in a few years. Then she “looked” again and said, “no, Saturday!”. Then she used this tool she had and put a magnet up to it, which balanced how things should be, and I could visibly see my “death” date fizzle down from a spongy looking “thing” to a “normal level,” and then by that time, my death date had gone to me dying when very old. Strange, I know!

The dream reminds me in feeling of a dream I had once of my family and I swimming in the South Pacific, like swimming from one beautiful island to another. The warm sea, the glorious vivid colors — I had a feeling that would be heaven or something.

In my dream last night, I felt I had unlocked understanding of the entire universe and existence as well as the mystery of Lost. I had figured out that the time machine on the show was so old because it was of course a primitive tool that humans were capable of having long ago (on the show, it’s a very old-looking wheel you have to turn). Also, the island on Lost has polar bears. To me this makes perfect sense, as the island itself has moved through time, and therefore place, and once had resided in a habitat where polar bears were. The people on the island just loop in and out of time as the island exists, and not always linearly.

This had something to do with my dream, since in it, I realized all people who I’ve loved and the ancestors before me must really still be here on this plane, though it makes no sense to us — that they somehow are there, but we can’t see them, only sense them. In my dream, there was this little loophole to make a connection.

Don’t worry, I’m not getting all pyscho here, but it was after all a very pleasant dream.

Anyway, I should sleep. There seems to be a rainstorm outside, and the wind chimes are blowing like mad. We haven’t had a winter this year, and my jasmine plant is still alive!