It's been a while since I've written here about any of my weird dreams. So here are four I've had in the past couple of weeks, in the order in which they came. (Forgive me if my Latin, quattuor somniis, isn't the the accurate translation of, four dreams.) Feel free to offer interpretations.

Dream #1
This dream begins in the forest, which I recognize as my undeveloped land in Northern California. There are various animals wandering around, including my dog and some goats, rabbits and squirrels. They all seem tame and get along fine. (In reality, my dog would be chasing the squirrels, if not the rabbits and goats.) I am building a stone wall, hefting large rocks to dry-stack them one atop the other. A great length of the wall is already completed, reaching a height of about six feet and appears to extend the entire length of one side of the property, and, so far, half the length of one of the shorter sides. I wake up without much happening except my stacking a few more rocks.

Dream #2
In this dream I am riding on a bus or in a small van or truck-- some vehicle that is used for public transportation. I am in close proximity to a lady whom I cannot identify, but in the dream I am not sure If I know her or not. In any case, she knows one of my friends, Patrick. I overhear her telling somebody that she doesn't know how Patrick makes his money, but that she thinks he is a drug dealer. She seems upset, angry, perturbed, about something. I can't tell what. I laugh and explain to her what Patrick's real job is, and assure her he is no drug dealer. She seems skeptical. The dream ends.

Dream #3
The dream begins with me lying on the sand, on a beach, wearing my Speedo. For some reason, I also have my pillow with me. A regular bed pillow, in a black pillowcase like the one I sleep on every night. The tides seems to be coming in quickly, so I decide to get up to leave. My pillow has sand all over it, so I start walking towards the water to rinse it off. (That's a dumb thing to do.....) Suddenly, the water comes way up the beach, and rises to a depth of about a foot or so. I step back and head away from the beach, towards somewhere. In the dream I knew where I was going, but now I cannot recall. I believe I was attempting to return to my hotel. The hotels and shops and restaurants along the edge of the beach formed a solid wall of buildings, though. There was no path from the beach to the road, making it necessary to go through one of the buildings to get to the road on the other side.

I entered a building, I think it was a hotel but it also had a shopping mall type area on the floor I entered on. I didn't see the exit on the other side. I began looking, heading up escalators and stairs. I couldn't find the exit. I saw a tour group, being led by a black lady tour guide. She was telling them stuff about the hotel. I walked up to her and told her I was going camping. She asked me where. I told her La Madre Mtn Wilderness Area-- where I am going camping this weekend. She smiles.

The tour group is standing on some kind of switchbacking ramp, like a handicap ramp or something, beside a staircase. I look up, and the ramp and stairs lead nowhere. They end at a concrete wall. I move on, trying to find the exit.

I find some kind of access door and go into it, and it seems to be underneath the escalator or some kind of machinery. I crawl underneath and it leads to some huge vats of water which I, in the dream, assume are used to clean waste water. There are ladies in the room, at sewing machines, making toilet paper-- like those ladies in the Quilted Northern commercials. I chat with one of the ladies but I not remember the contents of the conversation.

I then head out of that warehouse-like room and find another door that is open. It leads into a restaurant. The old lady greeter at the door looks at me funny. I just peer in at the restaurant. She says, "Well, I guess we can't not feed you, but it's not right." She looks down at my Speedo. It's all I'm wearing, still. I cover myself with my wet pillow. Then she decides that she doesn't want me to eat there after all, and she pushes me out the door and closes it.

The End.

Dream #4
This dream doesn't require much in the way of interpretation, as it is very clearly a result of my having watched The Happening last night. Even though this is the most recent dream, it is one that I remember the least about. I won't ruin the movie for those who haven't seen it, but the two major differences between my dream and the movie are: I was in it; and instead of killing themselves, people wanted to kill me.

The dream was simply me trying to escape all of these zombie-like people who wanted to kill me.

I was doing well, but at the end of the dream several people with blood around their mouths and carrying things like metal pipes and hatchets, had me cornered.

I woke before escaping. (I could've said woke before dying, but I try to be optimistic about these things. If they're imaginary anyhow, I can imagine them anyway I want.)

So there they are. Four dreams.