Now Playing: various artists - lost highway ost
Topic: dreams
I've been dreaming about homes and transience a lot recently.
About a week ago I dreamt of moving onto a hillside into the open air. Karen and I moved all our furniture there and she created a precarious wall of furniture along the cliff edge - wardrobes, dressers and such - and then one-by-one, through this not-so-well-considered placement and the carelessness of movement along the ledge, all our items tumbled down the cliff, smashing and broken and lost forever.
A night or two later I dreamt of living in an extensive tent inside a long, low-ceilinged, arched, abandoned industrial tunnel-but-above-the-ground. The security on the tent openings was suitably inadequate and people I didn't know kept coming into the tent and wandering around, and I had to keep asking them to leave and continued my futile attempts to better secure the entries.
Then last night I dreamt of being in a hotel where it appeared I had been residing for the better part of a week in preparation for a journey I was going on. The travel had been planned, but I had ended up without the funds to cover my trip, and also without the funds to cover the $800+ hotel bill I had already racked up from my stay in the hotel I was checking out of. I hoped that I could persuade the owner to accept payment within 30 days rather than on leaving as he was a friend of my parents and knew I was "good for it", but was worried and thought to leave quietly without letting him know my intentions to pay him later (but as soon as I could). I tried to call my parents but because I'd officially checked out of the room the phone no longer worked. I was also very nervous about having to drive to get to the next place.
Waking from the anxiety of this dream, even after only 4.5 hours sleep and earlier than I've been waking lately, I was more than happy to get up and out of bed and on with the day.