Sterling recently posted a very interesting article or dreams.
http://sterlingcampbell.wordpress.com
Once in a blue moon I’ll have an extremely complex and vivid dream. Sometimes I’ll even realize it’s a dream. Some people like to look for meaning in their dreams. Perhaps because their dreams make sense. No rhyme or reason seems to exist in any mine. Perhaps I should go ask Alice.
I do find them funny though. Here is one I’d like to share.
The Purple Llama Adventure.
I was making my way out of a crowded theater, looking for my brother and my cousin. Cars were lining up outside to pick up movie-goers. I heard someone shout my name. My brother Eli held open the door of a white Volkswagen Bug hung with oversized Christmas ornaments. A smiling man in dreadlocks welcomed me in as Jamaican music blared on the radio.
I had never seen this man, let alone his strange car but my brother seemed to know him so I squeezed past the mass of people in my way. Too late! My ride was forced to retreat down the line by the idiot directing traffic.
I waited and waited for them to come back around. I suddenly had to pee. Surly a quick trip to the restrooms wouldn’t cause me to miss them again.
I meandered through the maze of humanity – past the buffet of donuts and other treats put out by the staff. Never once did I wonder why a theater would even have a buffet.
I asked an attendant where the restrooms were. She pointed to an unmarked door in the back.
I figured the restrooms were somewhere behind it and stepped through into the longest hallway I had ever seen.
Stained wooden paneling lined the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Bright light shown behind me, and ahead of me. I couldn’t see where either path led.
Still thinking I was in the quote-unquote “real” world, I soldered on – for what felt like miles. There were no doors or windows on either side, just the endless stretch of brightly lit hallway behind and ahead of me. I started to wonder where the crowds had gone, why this hallway was so deserted.
A man carrying a small child on his shoulders walked by. He said Hello as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. I decided to ask him what the heck was going on.
“Isn’t this neat!” He said. “I thought my boy and I were the only ones who knew about this place. We come here all the time and explore.”
I asked him if they had ever discovered a restroom and he nodded. “Just turn around.”
Right behind me was the open door to a toilet.
It was as if angels were singing as I – wait a minute.
It began to dawn on me that this might be a dream.
I could feel myself waking but fought it.
There was a mountain of glazed donuts in the lobby.
I could stuff my face without consequence.
I backed away from the toilet (that action would have consequences) and raced back to the lobby. The donuts were still there but the crowds were not. An attendant informed me that they were free. I dipped a pastry in cinnamon roll sauce and took a bite – It was every bit as good as I had hoped. I ate until I got bored.
Again, I could feel myself waking, but I had to find my cousin and my brother. This may have just been a dream but my sleeping brain seemed to think that something bad would happen in real life if we remained separated.
In the parking lot was a man selling giant bibles out of his equally giant red pickup truck. He claimed to be a preacher and informed me that the robed figures riding in the back of the truck were his choir. Knowing that church folk tend to be charitable, I told him of my predicament and was allowed to come along. I climbed a ladder into the front seat and discovered that everything about the truck was giant – even the steering wheel.
It was so high up, the man could barely reach it, let alone see where he was going.
Things were crushed beneath us and people on the ground ran screaming as the preacher struggled to maintain his grip on a wheel he could barely reach. I climbed the dashboard and was surprised that he was managing to stay on the road, though everything else in the way was getting flattened.
We reached a town where there seemed to be a parade going on. The streets were lined with young girls in wedding dresses standing beside purple Llama-like beasts. I asked him what was going on and he mumbled something about heathens.
It was in this town we stoped for gas, and narrowly missed the white volkswagon as it pulled out of the station. The Preacher offered to chase them down in his truck but I feared he would crush them. I decided to call my brother on my cellphone instead.
That is when I noticed one of the Llama girls staring at me. “My spirit animal will help you find your friends.” She said, handing me the reins of something that was more like a hump-less camel then the Llama it resembled from a distance.
Up close, it was big enough to ride.
I only had to hang on as it carried me across the country side with lightning speed. It’s purple fur smelled like grapes. Not a smell I usually like but it wasn’t intolerable.
We soon caught up to the white bug. It stopped. My brother Eli got out and laughed. “Where the heck have you been?”
I tried to climb off the grape camel but the beast had other ideas, tearing across the horizon and forcing my companions to keep up.
The ornaments were torn off the little white bug as we raced each other through a brick-red desert, Jamaican music blaring from the open windows of the car. It was around this time I awoke. Wondering if there was something in the water.
rastelly 
First, I would like to say thank you for the mention in your post, that means a lot.
Another thing is, make no mistake that dreams speak to all of us, no matter how bizzaire they may be. If you thought about all of the aspects of your mind and what’s been on it, you would find symbolism. Sometimes my fiancée helps me interrupt my dreams and once you recognize what they are telling you, you’ll find that it gets only easier and easier to discover their message.
Thank you again,
Sterling
If thats true then my brain must be a real Zen master.
Gotta love those koans – those crazy inscrutible Koans!
Thanks for the interesting comment. I was about to inform
you of the link I posted, but can see your right on top of it.
A deck of tarot cards once told me a plan of mine could
fail. Perhaps if I had payed more attention I woulden’t
of had to redo that painting – the cards are really more
about organiseing your thoughts really. Much like dreams
I’d imagine. 🙂
That dream could be interpreted several ways……
Andrea lol
The preacher is a common sterotype in my neck
of the woods – I imagine he is the male version of
Blondus S-U-V-ous (Blond woman driving an SUV
with various religious and or “my kid is an honor
student type stickers. She always whears dark
glasses and has difficulty hearing you over her
cell phone conversation.)
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dreams can be quite an intriguing thing to think about. 🙂
i have had my share of them.
wow, what a Dream… 🙂 and you remembered in such detail.. Such are dreams as we walk the corridors of nightscapes beyond this reality. They all seem to make perfect sense while dreaming And we are amazed at our adventures upon awakening… 🙂 Wishing you a great end of the week and a Happy Weekend to come.. ~Sue
Nice to hear from you thanks. 🙂 I’m considering posting more
of these. This was the funniest I find, though it was up against
the donkey’s with rocket packs.
Having such a vivid dream must have been some thing. i rarely have long, meticulous vivid dreams. They are usually short and scary 🙂
I really don’t know why I sometimes have these dreams.
I looked them up in a book and found that they where
called “Adventure dreams.” I may not have them very
often, but remember them very clearly when I do.
My brother once descrided a dream that really scared
him, but It sounded it awefully funny – A squirrel wearing
red tennis shoes ran circles around his bed going faster
and faster – and wouldn’t let him leave. So I guess the
cartoon animals might be genetc. 😛
i have lots of dreams but they are rarely lucid, i used to have very vivid nightmares when i lived in my burdwan home. they were very scary and very vivid. a series of them was lifelike actually i still cant swear that i was actually sleeping and dreaming or it was something else (its just i dont believe in manifestation of ghosts so i firmly deny that i saw something in a half conscious state)
will be looking forward to read more of them.
That is the longest dream that I have ever heard. When did you have that dream? Have you tried to analyze it. How did you remember it? Did you wake up and write it down as soon as you dreamed it. Do you feel that at the time that you had the dream that you where overwhelmed with responsibilites. Was the black guy, perhaps, Papa Legba? Ever heard of him. He is the keeper of the keys at the crossroads between realms. According to legend, whenever life is about to take a turning point it is Papa Legba that can guide you on to the next road that life takes. Your dream is amazing.
I think I had it about a year ago. A book I looked at seemed to
classify it as an adventure dream – there was little explanition
except that it signified I was a creative person. I recall waking
and going back to sleep several times, like a good book I wanted
to finnish it – I also retold it aloud to myself several times before
getting out of bed. The first person I saw, my brother of all people
got an ear full or it for being the first person I saw. But this is the
first time I’ve written it down. Sterling had some things to say aboult what makes some dreams seem long – thoughts are movinging rapidly through your head and all that. Sort of like the movie inception. I don’t think I had anything going on at the time. I may have just finnished a book – I was planning to post online. That dream character sounds interesting I’ll have to look him up – though this isen’t the only dream
of it’s type I’ve had. There is another really long one that had me
wandering through a mideleastern market place – with flying
Donkeys. 🙂
A note on Papa Legba – It seems he is often depicted as an old man or a young man with horns.
I used to like jamican music, still do, but I listen to it less – to me it
has always been the quintessential party music. perhaps the fingure represents the sence of informal fun I get on the rare occaisions I
get to hang out with my few friends, as he accompanied my brother
and cousin – two very fun people who are always willing to take me along on thier adventures . . .
The purple llama still escapes me though.