Dreams

I have wacked out dreams.

Usually describing them as nightmares would be more accurate. I've gotten so used to it, that having a pleasant dream would freak me out.

2/2/97 - Dream

In some kind of light weight motorboat that is not running. It is night time, and Jana and I are in this boat, still on the shore. We push it off into a semi-protected area of a large lake. I was using oars to move us along. The boat was extremely efficient, it seemed to glide over the water with very little force.

I got in the water as Jana paddled around me. I lay back into the the water trusting, but fearing it, and then safely climbed back into the boat.

It is very dark, but there are a few shadows suggesting some light sources. We are back in our bedroom. Jana asks "what's that?". Then her voice changes... Fear and inescapable doom take over. Almost trembling, "AAAAAgh , What is that?"

I can't see anything and I nudge her away from it towards the light switch. "Turn on the lights", I say. She cannot move staring at this thing that I have not yet perceived. I shove her harder. "Turn on the lights!"