Over the years I have had a lot of dreams about houses. Someone once told me they are the outer reflections of our inner selves. In short, we are the houses. And the state our house is in is a good barometer of current conditions. Armed with this knowledge, I was alarmed many years ago when I dreamed that I was running around in a panic from room to empty room of a giant old Victorian house that had lots of open doors and windows, but no people or things.
A few years later, I was feeling
pretty smug and full of myself the morning after I had a dream about a
cozy, well-appointed house with many rooms, all of which were filled
with colorful flowers.
With those two dreams as prologue,
I wondered what to think about the one I just had a couple of nights
ago. Where I was tooling around in a submarine so large it could swamp
an entire city when it surfaced.
This was the kind of brobdinagdian [FYI: Macs don't have spellcheck on
AOL] sub you see depicted in architectural drawings where the tiny
buglike specks in the foreground are
actually people, who have only been put there to give you an
astonishing sense of perspective.
You should have been up there on the coning tower taking that baby on a
test drive with me. Like most dreams, any number of people and things
can show up without much explanation. So there was a guy from West
Point there, for some reason missing a front tooth. I remember
thinking, "Shouldn't he be a Navy man?" We weren't alone. One of my
former college roommates was there too. She has a Martha Stewart side
so she was there with a stack of Oreo cookie-like confections that she
wanted me to arrange attractively on a plate. I'm nothing if not a
Meanwhile I wanted to see what would happen when I turned the winglike
extensions on the front. Aha, they create a huge turbulence as they rotate. I
also noticed fairly quickly that when the wings rotated, I did too. I
have no memory of operating any specific controls. But I did have
control. It was my dream after all.
After having fun driving the sub around, I actually woke up from this
dream laughing to myself. Mostly because after a second or two
thinking houses and subs might be related, I realized that, in this instance, they had as
much in common as fish and feathers.
We'll leave it at that.