Dream #508 (June 26, 2013) Houndmouth and Mixed Geography

I apologize for the gap in dreams blogged.  Since the Mars dream I've had a tough time finding the effort to blog my dreams.


In this dream I drove up from Koontz Lake, IN through Fort Wayne, IN, stopped briefly by my grandpa's house to pick up some 35mm film and other photography equipment, then drove 8 hours up to Birmingham.  Now, knowledge of United States geography would make one wonder how I drove "up" to Birmingham.  Well, in my dream, Fort Wayne, though still part of Indiana, was actually in Michigan and Birmingham, though still a part of Alabama, was also in Michigan near the norther border to Canada.

It was late at night when I arrived in Brimingham, so I found a random house, parked in the driveway, and walked up to the front door and was greeted by a young woman who said she had a spare room in which I could stay.

It just so happened that Katie of the band Houndmouth was on a solo tour through Michigan and Canada and was staying in another room of this young woman's house.  I saw her playing pool while the young woman was playing an old Nintendo 64 video game on a CRT television.  I asked Katie how things were going with the band, and she said she just had some songs she needed to perform on her own before rejoining the band in a few days.  I didn't want to distract her from her pool game, so I proceeded to my room and prepared for bed.

The next morning the young woman had made an omelet for Katie and an omelet for me.  As we ate breakfast, I asked Katie where she was headed next, and she said "Toronto" without waiting to swallow her mouthful of egg (in the dream Toronto was actually just North of Birmingham [the dream Birmingham, that is]).  She asked me if I could take some 35mm B+W stills of the show because it was supposed to be at some interesting museum of Canadian agriculture.  I told her that I probably couldn't since I had left my passport at my grandpa's house.  I wanted to go, so I left the table and called my grandpa to see if he could rush me my passport, but there was no way I could get it in time (considering the drive was 8 hours from Fort Wayne to Birmingham).  I hung up and wished Katie a good trip.  The rest of Houndmouth was going to be staying with the hospitable young woman, so I asked if I could stay for a couple more days, and she said I could.

I spent the rest of that morning and afternoon riding various bus routes through the twilight city of Birmingham.  I photographed my experiences, which were not all that interesting (though visually there was some cool stuff).  I finally returned to the house of the young woman, and there to greet me were Matt, Shane, and Zak of Houndmouth.  Spirits were high, and my arrival only made them reach greater heights.  They invited me to join in their poker game, and I agreed.

We played late into the night as we discussed potential future projects and told our various travel stories.  Finally we all grew tired enough to sleep.

The next morning I packed up my stuff and left the house with Houndmouth.  They told that they wanted me to document the rest of their tour, which excited me.  I asked where they were headed next, and Matt said, "Toronto."

Well, I still didn't have my passport, but I called my grandpa anyway.  He said he could meet me halfway, which seemed like a good idea to me.  I told the Houndmouth guys I'd meet up with them later, hopped in my car, and begin driving back down to Fort Wayne.


Then I awoke.

Dream #507 (June 1, 2013) Mission To Mars

The Red Planet.  I will try to be very brief, considering the amount of time that passed in this dream.


I was selected to join a team of men and women journeying to Mars.  We were to be the first people ever to set foot on the planet.  However, it came not without a cost.  It was to be an eight year journey, with no return.  When the selections were made, I was among the elect.  The rest were strangers, except for Amy Ennis (a former co-worker of mine at Prairie Camp) and George Takei.

Well, the ship was enormous, and had a prodigious control room with an expansive window looking out across the space before us.  I had the duty of inspecting all the various machinery in the ship, and keeping it up and running.  I was quite handy, and was able to fix just about any malfunction.

I didn't socialize much on the journey.  I kept to my self and spent most of my time reading classic literature.

Somehow, in my dream, a whole year and a half passed.  There was a meeting of all the astronauts in the control room at that time, and our Earth correspondent had sent us a video message stating that the ship was not operating as expected and it would have to return to Earth, otherwise it would not make it to Mars safely.

I was both excited and depressed, and I spent the next year and a half back both anticipating and dreading the upcoming return.

A large party was thrown for all the astronauts by friends and family, and I remember eating meatballs, little sausages, and cheese in a little blue bedroom with Amy and a bunch of our friends (including Amy's husband Bo, and Dave and Carrie Badertscher).  I felt very disconnected with everyone, and I longed to return to space.  I felt so strongly that I could no longer exist on Earth and that I belonged away from it.


I awoke from the dream, but that feeling has stuck with me, even till now as I write this post nearly a month later.