Thursday, June 14, 2007

Strange dreams of travel and luggage

Today was the second in a row in which I've had strange dreams immediately prior to waking in the morning.
Both dreams were ultra-vivid and realistic and, though not nightmares, still were unsettling. Both involved travel and centered specifically on my worry of being separated from my luggage. And both occurred close enough to the time I woke up that I remember details, though as through a haze.

In today's dream, I was traveling on a bus that I dimly remember as an older model, a cross between a school bus and a passenger bus.
As we made our way along what I recall was a rural road, I had a gnawing fear that once we got to my stop, I wouldn't have time to get to my luggage, which was stowed underneath in a compartment accessible from the outside.

Then I began having vague worries about the location of the stop itself, so I got up from my seat in the very back of the bus to walk up to the driver to ask a question. I asked my seat mates if any of them had questions for the driver, and a blond-haired fellow with a crew cut offered one, something about whether a night bus traveled straight through to a particular town or whether a transfer was needed.

I slowly made my way up to the driver. I recognize her now as a graphic artist from work with whom I'm friendly. I kept asking her the question that had been relayed to me by the blond kid, but she wouldn't answer. "I want to help you," I recall her saying. "But my husband and I are supposed to go to a fish restaurant along here but I forget the name and I need to keep my eye out for it."

We finally spotted the restaurant -- named Bard Heder, whatever the hell that means (and how did I remember that?) -- and then I woke up. I don't recall my question ever being answered.

In yesterday's dream, I remember being back in what I think was the rural Pennsylvania town in which I attended college. I wasn't a student but was staying in a dorm room for some reason, though it was set up more like a hotel room.

It was the day before school ended for the summer and people were hurriedly packing up possessions and preparing to leave. I recall having a difficult time getting all my things to fit in the one or two suitcases I had.

Fast-forward and I find myself in town on Main Street, at the bottom of a steep hill. I remember being aware of the time and worrying that I would miss my flight. So I started jogging up this steep hill. It was quite warm out and I was dressed in a suit. I was drenched as I made it back to the dorm.

I don't quite remember the details, but I had just minutes to grab my suitcases and go. I ran up to my room, but couldn't close my stuffed suitcases, which for some reason I had opened. I panicked. I also recall worrying about whether my travel papers were in order (a theme reflected in a dream last year in which I arrived at the airport without my passport).

And then I woke up.

I remember that these dreams were photographically clear and in color, even if I can't recall all the details now. My mannerisms and demeanor were exactly as they are in waking life.

What could they be trying to tell me?
Are they somehow connected to my surgery next month?

(I've had other dreams similarly fraught with symbolism, which you can read about here and here, if you like)


Jordan & The Tortoise said...

I pulled this off of:

Hope it helps!


To dream that you are traveling, represents the path toward your life goals. It also parallels your daily routine and the way you progress. If your travels come to an end, then it symbolizes successful completion of your goals.

To dream that you are traveling in a car filled with people signifies that you will make new and fun friends and exciting adventures.
To dream that you lose something may mean that you really have misplaced something that you had not realized yet. It may also be a signal for you to clean out and reorganize your life. You have become overwhelmed and distracted with the hustle and bustle of day-to-day life.
On a symbolic note, losing things in your dream may signify lost opportunities, past relationships or forgotten aspects of yourself. Your personal associations to the thing you lose will clue you into the emotional meaning and interpretation of your dream.
To see luggage in your dream, signifies the many desires, worries, and needs that you carry with you and weighing you down. You need to reduce you desires and problems and alleviate the pressure you are putting on yourself.
To dream that you are helping someone indicates your willingness to compromise your beliefs toward a greater accomplishment. It also represents your efforts to combine your talents or energies to achieve a mutual goal. In particular, if you are helping an enemy or someone you do not like, then it suggests that you need to come to an understanding or some sort of middle ground in order to move forward and on with your life.

Michael said...

Wow, Jordan, that's pretty interesting. I like the part about what luggage may signify. The travel metaphor is pretty interesting, too. Many thanks for your post!

M said...

Your photos are lovely!

Michael said...

Thank you, M! And welcome aboard. I skimmed through your blog (because I'm on my way to work) but look forward to visiting it tonight when I can devote to it the time it deserves.

All the best,

Brotha Buck said...

It's rare that I can remember a dream or nightmare. I'll bet it is related to any anxiety you may be carrying about your surgery. So, will you be down for awhile, or is this a minor surgery? CAncer is never minor, but...well, you know what I mean.

Michael said...

Hi Buck,

Yes, maybe it's related to the surgery; who knows?

This surgery will be pretty major, but the extent of it (and of the recovery to follow) won't be known until the surgeon gets under the hood, so to speak.

east village idiot said...

It seems to me that your dream is a natural response to the upcoming surgery you'll be having.

It would be weird if you weren't having dreams like that!

You have a strong inner core - but you're a man not a statue of buddha. You need to let your fears out - so it happens in dreams.

Five years from now we will look back and smile compassionately about this post.

By the way, your past post about kappa has made it into the common vernacular of my home - every time my husband or son farts loudly (and they do so quite freely) they say "hey - just keeping those kappa away!"

In so many ways, you've had a wonderful impact on my life.

Have a GREAT day today - it's going to be all right.

Michael said...

I'm so fortunate to have so many brothers and sisters in my life, in addition to the biological siblings I was blessed with. I count you among this ever-expanding and extremely precious group. Thank you.

Roxane M. Fletcher said...

I came across your blog while researching my own recurring dream of packing but having too much stuff to cram in in time to get to where I was going. Just wanted to note that when I read the restaurant name, "Bard Heder," instantly I knew that it meant "Bard Heeder," and that you are supposed to heed whoever you consider the Bard in your life. Dreams often make puns. I hope your surgery went very well & you are recovering speedily.
Best wishes

Michael said...

Hi Roxane,

Thanks for your comments! Gee, I like that: Heeding the bard.