Fixing a Hole Where The Rain Gets In

i’ve always had crazy vivid dreams. crazy, vivid, lucid dreams which allow me to be aware of what’s happening around me and change it if need be. these dreams are so real, in fact, that i have memories of things that i’m not sure really happened – not in waking time anyway. i have told amusing anecdotes only to be corrected later that those things didn’t happen at all. or i might be half way through a story only to realize that it couldn’t have happened that way, even though it’s as clear as day in my head.

i also – and please skip this paragraph if you’re not used to the weird “psychic friends network” things that i do – visit a lot in my dreams. This means that i often “wander” past other people’s dreams, sometimes stopping for a while, sometimes not. This is something i think a lot of people do, but they aren’t aware of it and/or don’t remember it. lots of times i visit with friends, or they visit me. (my favorite ever was the time rob wandered into my dream. we “walked” back to his dream, where we stood at the edge and looked in. there were all kinds of odd things happening in there including, if i remember correctly, clowns, pineapples, and monkeys. “you want to go back?” i asked, gesturing at the madness. without taking his eyes off the clowns, rob shook his head. “no, it’s weird in there. i’ll just go back to yours.”) sometimes, though, i wander through the dreams of randoms – people i don’t know, or at least not yet. these dreams have gotten more vivid lately, and easier to remember. easier to navigate too… i can wander in and out as I want, stopping if there’s something interesting to watch or do.

the dream I had the other night started out as mine, but eventually i wandered elsewhere. it’s just amazing to me how detailed the dreams are now, and how many of those details i remember. i was in my old room in my parents’ house; my mom and i were discussing how the ceiling was weakening, and how dad was in the other room getting ready to fix it. the ceiling boards in my room creaked, and i moved mom away just before they fell. We both laughed about the timing and my dad came in to put it back up. later, i was in our little loft space, helping dad patch up a leak near the skylight. it started pouring and i ran to get a bucket to catch it. the funny thing is that none of us were upset about any of this – it didn’t seem like leaks and falling-down roofs were anything to worry about. and as I caught the rain in the bucket, i remember mentioning to dad that i needed to write a blog about this, and that i could title it “fixing a hole where the rain gets in.” then we put on a beatles record (clearly) and sang along while working.

they’re very random, my dreams, but at least they’re entertaining. it’s like having my own cineplex in my head every night. too bad it doesn’t come with free movie theatre popcorn…