This morning there was suffering.
My dream picked up at the beach; the rocky sand, blue water, an almost perfect paradise you would most certainly find somewhere in the Caribbean. Something was wrong, just ahead of me. For most of my walk along the warm, clear water, I kept my gaze downward, watching my feet being caressed by the sand and sea. Several men were just ahead, far enough that I couldn’t tell what they were pulling out of the ocean from at least waist-deep. Some trash or nets full of fish? Curiosity urged me forward. They were laying out what I thought at first to be large fish on a sand bar, maybe a pod of dolphin had died after being struck by a passing ship. As I came closer, the reality of the situation became much more twisted - and insane.
Walking up to the commotion, my eyes couldn’t register at first what manner of beings I was looking at. There were people, writhing on the sand in tattered clothing - open wounds on their faces and limbs, some missing appendages, mouths trying to scream from agony or perhaps cursing their prayers to be rescued had only prolonged their suffering, so close to death. No matter how they contorted their mouths, sound could not be produced. I was in shock by this point, only capable of staring blankly at these wretched survivors, the sound of a wave crashing behind me, snapped me out of it. I was in Cuba, or at least that is what the dream was suggesting and manifested a new scene. The suffering were placed in a side corridor of the hospital, it was nearing dusk and this corner was dimly lit - the lights would be turned on momentarily.
Someone came out of an office with an armful of canisters to place just within the reach of each person’s hand. I thought maybe these were filled with food or water, but my mind told me they were air-horns to call for assistance from the staff, if anyone was able to survive. In this state, the people that were salvaged from the ocean had little hope, there was not enough supply to attempt caring for this many, so close to deaths door. My heart was filled with pity. I stayed in the hallway with them, until night fell.
I woke up thinking about the dream, exactly 3AM. Something about the people being almost lifeless, helpless and without hope made me think that maybe these were the Zombies from past dreams… having no purpose or just powerless to chase me, at least for now.
The next dream was about working in a boardroom again. Several people were gathered at the conference table, each had a specific task to complete. This didn’t feel like other dreams, where everyone else was just knocking about like video game avatars, but actually interacting with each other - and me. An assembly line of sorts is the only thing I could really describe the scene reminding me - components were laid out on the table, each person was connecting snap-on parts, passing the completed section over to the next person.
My role wasn’t clear, but I felt child-like and bored with the exercise, standing up and stretching my legs. Instead of standing up, I sent out my spirit-self to eaves-drop on the conversation two women were having at the other end of the table. “I’m from Dallas Texas” the woman just across the table responded to the woman my spirit was standing next to at child height. From out of her response I let out a hearty “Yeeeeeee Haaaaaaaw” like some television cowboy. They heard me and both turned with a look of sheer embarrassment and disdain. Exposed by my own childish ignorance I take what looks like a light blue bicycle helmet with no padding off of the table to put over my head - the woman next to me yells “Hey, give that back!” I didn’t realize there were parts inside of the container that she needed to assemble her section.
The dream is finally done with me. I inspect the contents of the plastic bin, only to find random parts for the construction and something inside near the bottom catches my eye… my CPAP head strap. Picking it out of the bin my concentration zooms in closer. I need to test the reality of this item, knowing it belongs in the real world, the rubbery material stretches and flexes, just like it does in real life. I pull too hard on it now, making a snapping noise… I wake up.