Last night I had the happiest dream I can remember, placing it very high in the running for best dream I have ever had. Apparently I had been selected out of a pool of recent uchicago graduates to go on a luxury boat tour around the world. In addition to what I call “dream strangers,” the only people I can remember being on the cruise are Mark Ersfeld, Vicki, and Paule. Never mind that there didn’t seem to be anyone else on the boat who had ever graduated from the university. The boat appeared to be some kind of converted destroyer that had been converted into a luxury liner. Parts of it were rusty and old, but the cabins and deck had been fixed up with rosewood or mahogany or some kind of fancy hardwood trim. There was one of the original gun turrets on the deck that had been retrofitted with a TV screen and an Atari 2600, so that you could play Battleship. Don’t ask; it’s dream logic.
Anyway, at first I didn’t want to go on the tour becuase I was afraid that I was just going to miss Mercedes. I only felt worse when I got on the boat and discovered that there was a rule that at the beginning of the cruise, we were supposed to present each of the other passengers with a flower. No one had told me this rule, so I was the only one without any flowers to present. With each more beautiful flower that someone presented me with, I becamse sadder and sadder. Then one of the crew members told me about an “emergency flower hotline” that I had just enough time to call. Just before we were about to leave the shore, my flowers arrived. They were the most beautiful anyone had seen. It’s beyond my writing ability to describe the way I saw them in my dream, (Do we imagine actual images in our dreams, or just what it might feel like to see such an image?) but the best I can say is that they were like tiny bonsai orchids that were the most amazing neon purples, greens and reds. Everyone loved my flowers, and I realized how great it was going to be to go on this cruise, how the flowers instantly bonded me to my new friends, and how I shouldn’t mope that past experiences were ending and new ones were beginning.
Mmmm…..bonsai orchids…..how wonderful!
That’s a really detailed dream you had there. I hardly have one of those and when I do remember, I only recall fragments of it.
What do you think your dream meant? What do you think it was trying to tell you?
‘Emergency flower hotline’? Funny!
In the real world, an emergency flower hotline would be a gas station.
So you dream in colour? I don’t think I do.
Could you smell the flowers too?