The Jungle Gym Corona Guesthouse Island Dream
Had a weird dream earlier - though aren't they all? Typed it out before I forgot it...
It started by the commuter train in Bro, the residential area I currently reside in. Right before the train station there's a slope down towards the entrance, with a small parking area for bikes, and some trees and shrubbery on a side piece lawn.
In my dream that lawn was much wider, and on it: a jungle gym. The kind that looks like a netted dome, with thick metal bars that let you climb around easily. It strikes me now that here in Sweden this type is really remarkably rare.
Maybe they are rare everywhere now. Maybe they started switching out those metal bars with chain and plastic or cloth-based ones - and usually just a horizontal square embedded in a wooden frame - so I assume there's less risk of falling down and hurting yourself on those metal bars.
When I grew up abroad that metal dome was all the more common though. So anyway: that was the one in my dream. Nostalgia maybe.
There were a couple of younger kids there, but I decided to play around anyway, and probably did some stunts to impress them because they looked at me with respect and awe.
The sun was shining. It was a nice summery day - great contrast to present time real-life.
After a while I looked over at the board counting down to the next train - a relatively large black display with the time in bright green numerals, right beside the slope down to the station entrance - and I realized I had just three minutes to go. Checking my pockets I realized I didn't have either phone or commuter card with me, and just three minutes... would it be enough to sprint home and back and catch that train? I processed the thought, all the while the seconds ticked down, and though my thought process started optimistic (in reality it'd take at least ten minutes home and back) I eventually resigned myself to the fact that I probably wouldn't make it after all.
At this point I'd started slowly walking towards the station entrance anyway though, and when I looked back: there was my card/wallet! On the ground. I'd dropped 'em while climbing around upside down!
Time was of the essence now, so I bolted faster than ever before towards the station, so fast my feet barely touched the ground, yet suddenly the so very short slope down to the entrance started stretching further and further away, as if to make room for my inhumanely speedy sprint which would otherwise probably not have been spatially possible.
To make things interesting a train was pulling up on each side of the platform when I rushed in - each one going in a different direction - and one was leaving, and the other just arriving, and I didn't know which I was supposed to catch! Both of them looked more like freight trains than commuter trains too. And that's where this particular bit of the dream ended.
Skip to Buddy Bear. I was chilling at his place, participating in activities I do not in detail recall (but most probably food or movie related), and we started talking about housing, and his plans to maybe move. We walked over to the door and looked out at the palm trees that swayed outside. The entrance was level to the ground. His house looked a bit like a one-story apartment or bungalow at some tourist resort, and I reminisced over the views, those palm trees...
Wouldn't he miss those? And that beach within walking distance? Nah, he said, he didn't get to see the sea after all. But then I looked a little to the left and you could clearly see the sea there. So close. I pointed this out and we both looked at it with fascination, the moon reflected upon the calm azure surface of the cove...
He actually lives in a pretty normal-looking apartment btw. Third floor. No water. No palm trees.
But the next thing I know I'm in a similar apartment - if not the same one - but with a bunch of other people. The host, a lady neighbor up North we're all very fond of, comes over and we start talking about the Corona situation. She feels like it's pretty odd that people don't really take social distancing seriously. Nobody's wearing a mask at the party, and nobody's really distancing either. The place is packed. When everyone arrived they were a bit more cautious but now it really is a full-on party, and nobody seems to mind. People done stopped caring.
I agree. We talk a bundle and have a great time. Then I get a video notification from @S3C, of this woman from what seems like an oddly civilized jungle tribe, going through some kind of ritual where she's submerged under water and learns to breath. She's lying on her back in a shallow pool of clear water in a sandy excavation, with a group of tribesmen gathered around; witnessing the miracle. They aren't forcing her. She's willingly submerged and actually seems to be breathing water.
The video starts a bit more ASMR-like though. You see only her lips, as she gives voice to the wisdoms of life... and I really wish I remembered the exact words here because at least in the dream they felt incredibly enlightening. The secret to life and all, uncovered in this brief very stylishly initiated red lipped ritual video...
Turns out this ritual is going on not too far off after all, so I head down this long sandy road that cuts through faraway plains and seems to never end...
On the way, on the mountainous plateau of what is now a far-off tropical island, a gang of criminals or pirates are fighting off some unknown enemy. It's a bit chaotic. This one guy's trying to fence of a tiger with some weapon that really doesn't seem powerful enough to scare it (or no weapon at all? Not sure), but it does keep its distance... until he suddenly gets submerged in a sinkhole, with only his hands showing above the ground. The tiger closes in for the kill... but somehow he's managed to bring his upper body over the ground again, and is stabbing himself in the side for some reason. The tiger's gone.
Not sure what happened to everyone else, but a gathering of rich people are heading off in a helicopter. White suit-clad and suspicious-looking.
The long road is now gone, the tribe is forgotten, the guys who didn't embark on the chopper are nowhere to be seen, and the world is suddenly just that one tropical island again, with no roads or plains anywhere near, just endless sea on all sides and lush jungle forestation around me.
At the top of this high rounded island plateau there's a house, similar to Buddy Bear's dreamy apartment bungalow, and the guesthouse I was just in, but the guests have changed again. I'm not sure I know any of them now.
I realize there are large yellow plastic tanks roped to the side of a wall that runs around the property, the house surrounded by a small but very evenly distributed shortcut lawn before the wall, and though I don't think I ever say this out loud in the dream I realize they've rigged the whole island to blow, and all of us with it. Just so we don't reveal their plans.
What plans? I don't know. I'm not sure they were ever revealed.
We need to get off the island though. I find a kayak just hanging over a cliff - or more so the edge of a small ravine that digs into the island, which we start getting into; hoping to drop down safely with and make it away.
I say "Wait! Shouldn't we rope ourselves down a bit?". So we don't just fall out and all over the place, of course.
We start (or I start?) taking some of the surplus ropes that are wound around the tanks to tie us all in. I start thinking maybe we could even partially lower the kayak somewhat with the ropes before we let go. Now that I'm awake it dawns on me it would've been even better to just climb down the ropes. No kayak.
In the dream my mind adjusts the drop to the water a bit. At first it's so incredibly high there's no way we'd realistically survive it - you can barely see the bottom - but the more I look the better it both seems and gets. After a while it's just a short drop and we're home free. Global warming on a rapid scale.
But before this: We've gotta eat a bit. We gather all the food we can find.
There's a lot of packaged stuff, stashed in all kinds of colorful bags and plastic coolers, and we've gathered this by the kayak, initially planning to take it with us. But there's no way we'll fit both us and this stuff in the kayak. There's maybe ten or twelve of us. So we have a snack, but realize after a while that we better get a move on...
I just have to go take a piss, so I go within those walls that surround the house (both building and lawn now empty) and do my thing. It all seems so eerie and silent though, and when I turn around there's a wolf there, creeping up on me along the side of the house, staring me down...
I have no weapons. There's nothing I can do to protect myself. But in my dream I suppose I didn't want to die either, so I turn around and attempt to piss on the wolf, with moderate success, and it runs away apparently disgusted. Almost too easy to be true.
There's a little seal too btw. I don't know where I found it, but I carry it around since of course I have to take it off the island too, and it's great. I feed it rice cakes and some strange kind of blue Rice Krispies kind of snack that I wouldn't ever eat myself considering it's probably just packed with Azo dyes and that shit usually gives me an allergic reaction... but the seal doesn't seem to mind. It appreciates everything I give it.
Don't know how we get off the island but moments later we're home free, and I'm in my local bathtub hanging out with my seal.
Now that's a dream.
Cyberdevil seal of approval.