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caused by the wide grin on a friend's face, after he caught me after a winded chase!

We were high in some landscape, near the cloud forest, having travelled there by bus (much like the bus ride I took on the Central American Hwy in Costa Rica years ago). At one of the stops, my friend, Sophia, was making tortillas (naan?) in a clay pit in the ground, and feeding them to the passengers.
A fellow traveler began singing a Love Syndicate tune, (let's see if I remember which one today- I did! Name that Tune), and before I could say, "Hey, I know the guy who wrote that song!", there was Josh (#2, from Philly), on the bus! Everyone was happy to see him, and he sat next to me and gave me hug after hug.

We finally reached our destination. A mountain ridge, high plateau - Andes? Himalayas? No snow, no cold, but desolate.
There were building blocks the size of cars stacked in all types of configurations, reminiscent of a Salvador Dali painting.

Suddenly the stark landscape became an immense children's playground, surrounded by woods. Josh, Lenny, and I started chasing each other, and when Josh caught me, he had the most satisfied grin on his face, I laughed so hard I was rolling on the ground.....that's when I woke up!



Jul. 23rd, 2003 11:07 am (UTC)
Re: A slice of home
Very similar! Your pic reminds me of Big Bend. It's amazing that something so desolate and dry can be so beautiful.
One thing that sticks out was the orientation and time of day. In my dreamscape snapshot, I was standing in the left foreground, facing towards the southeast. The ridge stretched out to my right. The sun was just rising, and the sky was painted in brilliant hues of blue, pink, and purple.
Jul. 23rd, 2003 11:14 am (UTC)
Re: A slice of home
Ah HAH! More similar to the photo of Engineer Pass, Colorado here:

I work with Gary at TCEQ, and I had seen this picture before. Definitely influenced my dream...

Jul. 23rd, 2003 12:21 pm (UTC)
Re: A slice of home
I always love figuring out where stuff in my dreams comes from. Often, I figure out that buildings I'm in are combinations of different houses. I've got an odd, useless talent of being good at making floor plans. I think I could draw one up for every place I've ever lived, which is around 16 houses and apartments by now.

Engineer Pass is pretty. Okay, it's up by Durango. I've always wanted to see that area.
Jul. 23rd, 2003 02:27 pm (UTC)
Re: A slice of home
Same here. The houses in my dreams are heavily influenced by the ones I saw (and imagined) in my youth. My father has been in construction for almost forty years, and was a custom builder for the first twenty of those. Sometimes on Sundays after mass and lunch he would treat us to a tour of houses he was building. I would walk around a skeleton of a house and imagine what it would look like. Crystal and I would climb into the monstrous bathtubs (usually one of the first fixtures to go in, even before the wiring and the sheetrock) and pretend to bathe.

But I digress...there are two recurring houses in my dreams. The earliest one is a vague memory of a house my dad worked on out in the middle nowhere, with a little of the house from Burnt Offerings (Karen Black, 1976). The second is heavily influenced by the Daphne DuMarier and Victoria Holt novels of my prepubescent summer reading frenzies. Lots of glass windows, greenhouses, and willow trees. Yellow and green hues....

Interesting, I have been through Lizard Head Pass (and Albuquerque, for that matter) on my way to Telluride, but never Engineer Pass.