Two Dreams

I woke up after having two very strange dreams. I rarely remember my dreams, so it is exciting for me to have not just one, but two dreams that I remember; alright, I only remember one of them well; I only remember (and foggily at that) a single scene from the first.

The scene from the first dream took place at some sporting event, or company picnic, at any rate a place where people mingle while making small talk, all the while wishing they were somewhere else, feeling a bit uncomfortable. I was not the only one that felt this way in my dream, which is rare. When situations come up like this in real life, I am more than likely the only one feeling this way.

Anyway, for some reason, we had to be divided into teams, or certain people were picked to go somewhere or something like that. In other words, people were “picked”. Ben picked a couple of people, as of course he was the captain, for his team or to accompany him on some fabulous vacation; not sure which. He didn’t pick me. I remember him picking two other people standing right beside me, but not me. For whatever reason, I wasn’t good enough, or right for the picking. I felt this. I don’t know if I was angry, or hurt, or what, but I distinctly remember feeling something very strong. I realized that I didn’t need to feel this way, because it was a dream, and I went on to something else; control is also something I generally lack in dreams.

My next dream took place in a rapidly flooding city. The city was a mix of New Orleans and New York. I was with JD, one of my earliest friends; I can’t remember if I met him in kindergarten or first grade. (As a side note, JD moved away in the fourth grade, and returned again in high school. While we were in elementary school, we were really good friends. We were both in the advanced classes. When he came back in high school, he was kind of a loser. He got a girl that I worked with at the grocery store pregnant, and they were married and living in a crappy apartment before we even graduated; honestly I don't even know if he graduated, and he was gifted!).

JD was the JD from high school in my dream. We escaped the first round of flooding by climbing to the top of some steps to a very impressive building (I am pretty sure that I got the images for this from AI). There were people running around like mad. I had my street-level view, but also a view from above, sort of like OJ’s white Bronco super slow chase. Big brother (yep, got the weird British dystopian imagery in there too) was shouting loud things about the water rising, Helicopters were flying all around. Basically, it was madness everywhere.

The second wave came and we climbed to the near-top of a building. The water kept rising. We kept climbing; all the way to the very top of the steeple on top of the building. People were beneath us trying to get as high as they could, they drowned. Only the five or so of us at the very top of the steeple made it through the flood.
After the water stopped rising, military men who all looked like the spitting image of Che Guevera, in pontoon boats (they looked like swamp air boats) came and rescued us. I pointed across the water filled street to the building that Craig and Eddie live in (or at least my mind’s version there of) and JD said to me, “Yep, they could have just gotten on that balcony and they would have made it,” the balcony was higher that we were, and sure as hell would have been easier to occupy when the flood waters rose than the spire I was clinging to.

I jumped into one of the Che-lookalike's pontoon boats, and my mind inserted a video of a black female rapper and her new hit song about the flood that I had just experienced; I was apparently watching the video on TV in my dream. It was like I was remembering the flood because I started thinking about it because of images and such in the rap video. Kind of like now; so many little things make me think of all the things that I have done in the past couple of years. Katrina, New Orleans, Ben, Rock Wolfmann, they all changed me. And references to any of those things are everywhere, all of the time.

I go through the Katrina-Red Cross-Louisiana-Two Years thing a couple of times everyday. People ask about it all of the time. It just comes up. Kind of like the video in my dream making me remember my dream’s flood.