Sat 1 Mar 25

I dreamt that I was traveling through space, and possibly time, but maybe in an astral projection-y way because I wasn't wearing a spacesuit or anything like that.

I had one traveling companion: my father, who was guiding me in a way that reminded me of Virgil guiding Dante through Hell, etc. In waking reality, I'd also been thinking about different mythical figures that guided the recently deceased to cross over into the underworld. Anyway, things were amicable between us, which made me feel nostalgic for my childhood, and our relationship being less complicated.

The way we were flying through space reminded me of the opening sequence of the Twilight Zone, just surreal shit flying past us, except mingled in with all that stuff were all these visual elements of the neighborhood I grew up in, like trees, houses, cars, people. Outer space felt very dense with all this stuff, it was dizzying.

Eventually I found myself on a boat floating in some water in a long, open cave, as big as an airport hangar. My traveling companion was no longer my father, but was now a short, thin old man who reminded me a bit of how I used to imagine an old boss's dad looked, whenever she would tell stories about him (I don't actually know what he looks like though).

We floated out of this cave and into open waters before I woke up. This mental image of open waters was the same one my mind's eye would use when my friends told this story of how they went sea kayaking when it was way too cold for them to be out there, and they almost ended up dying of hypothermia and drowning. They were actually saved by an old man who saw them out there, although interestingly my mind pictured him differently from my new guide at the end of the dream.