(Many of my dreams seem to be set in Japan... I'm not really sure why!)
This was a very perplexing dream that I had on the first night back in Sydney.
It starts off with me in a taxi. It's hard to tell where you are - most taxis around the world look the same. I'm sitting in the backseat and I cannot see the driver's face. I look back through the window and see P trying to catch up with the taxi, running as fast as he can and pausing to catch his breath sometimes. I tell the driver to slow down and he intermittently slows enough for P to catch up, close enough that I can see his face. But then we turn the corner and we go too fast, turn another corner and he is gone. I tell the driver to slow down again, but we have properly lost him.
Then, P is driving my Mazda and I am running behind him. There is a rope which is attached to the car, which is one of those soft expandable ropes. I pull myself up as I run, getting closer to the car sometimes and further at other times when it strains my hands terribly to hold onto the rope. I try to run faster so that I can get closer to the car, but it is harder and harder to catch up. The rope burns and my hands sting sharply with the abrasive pain. With an acceleration, the rope is pulled out from my hands and I am lost.
Then, I am in a large intersection, like the ones in Japan where there are 5 or 6 roads converging in the one place. I am convinced that the place is actually in Japan, though there are no obvious visual cues. I look around and there are hundreds of people in the intersection. My eyes scan the crowd, though it's not clear what I'm looking for.
I see a tall man who looks like P and when I look closer.. it is not him, but a much rounder larger man. Some time later I see another tall man who looks like P from the back, but when he turns around.. it is not him, but a similar guy with a big full beard (something that he never has!). Then after some time, I see another man who looks like him. I run across the road and it really is him. We start talking and after some time I reach out to touch his face, and it is absolutely stone cold and covered in sweat. I start to think about whether he could be sick - how could his face be so cold?
I don't really remember what we are discussing now, but it is all about the relationship. At some point I say to him emphatically I just don't know how you could lose faith in us. My voice is raised and he looks at me pointedly. Then he says keep it down, we are in a train station. And I wake up.
This was a very perplexing dream that I had on the first night back in Sydney.
It starts off with me in a taxi. It's hard to tell where you are - most taxis around the world look the same. I'm sitting in the backseat and I cannot see the driver's face. I look back through the window and see P trying to catch up with the taxi, running as fast as he can and pausing to catch his breath sometimes. I tell the driver to slow down and he intermittently slows enough for P to catch up, close enough that I can see his face. But then we turn the corner and we go too fast, turn another corner and he is gone. I tell the driver to slow down again, but we have properly lost him.
Then, P is driving my Mazda and I am running behind him. There is a rope which is attached to the car, which is one of those soft expandable ropes. I pull myself up as I run, getting closer to the car sometimes and further at other times when it strains my hands terribly to hold onto the rope. I try to run faster so that I can get closer to the car, but it is harder and harder to catch up. The rope burns and my hands sting sharply with the abrasive pain. With an acceleration, the rope is pulled out from my hands and I am lost.
Then, I am in a large intersection, like the ones in Japan where there are 5 or 6 roads converging in the one place. I am convinced that the place is actually in Japan, though there are no obvious visual cues. I look around and there are hundreds of people in the intersection. My eyes scan the crowd, though it's not clear what I'm looking for.
I see a tall man who looks like P and when I look closer.. it is not him, but a much rounder larger man. Some time later I see another tall man who looks like P from the back, but when he turns around.. it is not him, but a similar guy with a big full beard (something that he never has!). Then after some time, I see another man who looks like him. I run across the road and it really is him. We start talking and after some time I reach out to touch his face, and it is absolutely stone cold and covered in sweat. I start to think about whether he could be sick - how could his face be so cold?
I don't really remember what we are discussing now, but it is all about the relationship. At some point I say to him emphatically I just don't know how you could lose faith in us. My voice is raised and he looks at me pointedly. Then he says keep it down, we are in a train station. And I wake up.
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