Dream Log: May 16, 2001 (idea) by stash

The Prairie & Old House By The Sea

I arrive at a wilderness survival facility out in a great prairie. Outside I see a large group playing field hockey in what looks like dry-land skis. Inside the building, I attend a meeting. As a treat, the group leader pours a little olive oil into my hand. I throw it into my mouth. He hands the bottle to someone else who accidently spills some on his shirt.
Flying at night over Mario's old house by the sea. It's perched on a cliff which has steadily eroded in the half-century it has been standing here. I fly in through an open skylight and meet August and Tish. They're posting some pictures on a dresser drawer of their trip to Uruguay. In one of them, August has no pants and his honor is saved by Tish's eclipsing arm which crosses the photograph. I sit on the floor with my hands together in namaste, consciously trying to feel my body lying asleep in bed. I succeed and have to struggle a little to maintain the dream. It's a strange sensation, having two bodies at once.