Grand Cathedrals in Iowa

Cast of characters:

  • Maxtastic of the Burma
  • Aunt Connie… actually my second cousin’s husband’s sister who lives in Illinois.  I met Aunt Connie at a family party in Missouri in July 2013.

Historical context:

  • None

The dream:

Since my trip to Bhutan last month, I haven’t written about any of my dreams.  Life has been busy!  Time to catch up.  Nothing better to do at the moment, since I thought I’d be watching the Packers/Giants game right now, but instead, Fox is showing the 49ers/Saints game.  WTH?

So I had a strange dream a couple weeks ago.  I was sitting on the white marble steps in front of a grand cathedral.  The steps were shallow and very wide, and there were hundreds of steps leading up to the white Cathedral.  The cathedral looked like the Sacre Coeur in Paris, and the steps were more like the Spanish Steps in Rome.  But I was in Iowa.  It was a bright and sunny day with a bright blue sky.  There were people everywhere; sitting on the steps, walking up and down the steps, etc.  Max was sitting on the steps about half way up, and I sat down next to him.  Then I realized that I had forgotten something in the cathedral, so I ran up the steps and went inside.  It was very dark and gloomy in the cathedral, and I was the only one inside.  The only light was candle light coming from a few candles here and there.  I walked through different passageways, looking in different nooks and crannies.  Connie came around a corner and said that I should go back outside.  So I did.  I went back to sit next to Max.  He was eating hard french fries that had hollow tubes down the middle.  He shared some with me.  They tasted good.

The end!


Mexican Chickens and Semi Trucks

Cast of characters:

  • Max – A good friend and former colleague who lives in Burma.  I haven’t seen him in about 5.5 years.
  • Unknown semi driver
  • Me

Historical context:

  • Jessica F. and I went to Ixtapa, Mexico, eight or so years ago and visited a glass-blowing workshop a way out of town.  We took a public bus to the middle of nowhere, at which point we walked along a dusty highway in the desert to get to the glass-blowing workshop.  Many semi trucks passed us along the way, and they invariably all had a button that they could push when they passed us that whistled a little cat call at us.
  • Semis of all sorts scare the crap out of me.
  • I love Mexico.

Last night’s dream:

There I was, standing in the middle of the Mexican desert… hot and dusty with a bright blue sky and silence filling the air.  I was looking for a pottery studio, walked around for a bit, and found it.  I purchased a set of six pottery chickens that nested inside one another, just like Russian nesting dolls.  The chickens had big round bellies with small head and tails.  They were all painted identically in bright red with floral decorations on their sides in purple, green, and white.  I took all six of my ceramic chickens to the highway and proceeded to line them along the white dotted line in the middle of the highway heading East.  I lined the chickens up from biggest to smallest, all about eight inches apart from one other.  After the chickens were properly lined up, I left the road.

Flash to me standing in a dusty parking lot next to a semi with Max.  The driver was in the truck, and the motor was running.  I explained to Max that I had a present for him but that we’d have to get in the truck to drive to go see it.  Max and I jumped into the truck; I sat in the middle next to the Mexican driver, and Max sat in the passenger seat.  We slowly drove North toward the highway where I lined up the chickens.  When we reached the intersection with the highway, I could see that my chickens were still lined up in the middle of the road and that no one had run them over yet.  I specifically told the driver that he could not turn right into the first line but rather that he must turn into the far lane.  As he turned right into the far lane of the highway, I told Max to quickly roll down his window, stick his head out, and look down.  The driver drove slowly past the chickens so that Max could see them lined up in the middle of the road.  After we passed them, Max and I sat cheering in the cab of the truck.

That’s it! 😀