06-18-2012, 11:19 AM
This dream was a typical "I need to get somewhere" dream. Typical in that despite my efforts, I never really get any closer to my goal.
I started off visiting what I could call a new "girfriend". We had met in the dreamspace and were hanging out, talking, hugging. (no sex, I never dream of sex) But we liked each other. My schedule was known to me, and I knew I had until about 1pm to start making my way to a local manufacturer to meet a group of students I teach at the local community college. We were going to take a tour. At this point, I knew the place was Rockwell Collins.
(I've never been to Rockwell Collins, there is a facility near where I live, don't know anyone there).
The striking thing about this dream was the number of times I said outloud in my dream "Rockwell Collins!" or said it in my thoughts, but with an emphasis. The name was repeated a dozen or more times. It was on my tongue when I awoke this morning. (I immediately looked it up to ensure it even existed when I woke)
I left the girfriend's pad in my car and knew I only had to drive downtown, take a certain freeway away from downtown, and out to the industrial district where RC was located. I had a map on my phone that showed me this information. This was very vivid and contained zero dreamlike oddities. Reality.
I drove in a northwest direction to get to downtown, caught another freeway that continued to the north and west of town, and thought to myself, I'll be on time. When I left the freeway is when I left the realistic portion of my dream.
I at first found an airport in my way. I had pulled into it's parking area. The airport was odd in that there was no terminal. You parked in a big parking lot, and accessed the gates around the edges. I lost track of my car and started to wonder if I could make it to Rockwell Collins on time. Wandering in the parking lot of the airport I pulled out my phone and looked at the map again.
RC was located still north and west of my location. Map showed it was on a river or waterway. Very similar to Puget Sound, if RC was on the southern side of Vancouver island.
I don't remember much more other than mild panic, running out of time- 4pm was the appointiment, and looking at my phone maps.
I started off visiting what I could call a new "girfriend". We had met in the dreamspace and were hanging out, talking, hugging. (no sex, I never dream of sex) But we liked each other. My schedule was known to me, and I knew I had until about 1pm to start making my way to a local manufacturer to meet a group of students I teach at the local community college. We were going to take a tour. At this point, I knew the place was Rockwell Collins.
(I've never been to Rockwell Collins, there is a facility near where I live, don't know anyone there).
The striking thing about this dream was the number of times I said outloud in my dream "Rockwell Collins!" or said it in my thoughts, but with an emphasis. The name was repeated a dozen or more times. It was on my tongue when I awoke this morning. (I immediately looked it up to ensure it even existed when I woke)
I left the girfriend's pad in my car and knew I only had to drive downtown, take a certain freeway away from downtown, and out to the industrial district where RC was located. I had a map on my phone that showed me this information. This was very vivid and contained zero dreamlike oddities. Reality.
I drove in a northwest direction to get to downtown, caught another freeway that continued to the north and west of town, and thought to myself, I'll be on time. When I left the freeway is when I left the realistic portion of my dream.
I at first found an airport in my way. I had pulled into it's parking area. The airport was odd in that there was no terminal. You parked in a big parking lot, and accessed the gates around the edges. I lost track of my car and started to wonder if I could make it to Rockwell Collins on time. Wandering in the parking lot of the airport I pulled out my phone and looked at the map again.
RC was located still north and west of my location. Map showed it was on a river or waterway. Very similar to Puget Sound, if RC was on the southern side of Vancouver island.
I don't remember much more other than mild panic, running out of time- 4pm was the appointiment, and looking at my phone maps.