Dream journal entry #3
03/23/2014 05:39 p.m.
There was a lot of wandering going on in this dream, through city streets. Sometimes I was accompanied, particularly late in the dream, and sometimes I was not. But I was looking for something, or someplace. When I reached my destination, the buildings were huge and ornate; the largest of them had many square windows and an intricate pattern of cream colored stones mimicking and complicating the square shape of the windows. The building stretched nearly as high as the sky and as wide as I could see without any break in the geometric patterns. I was very attracted to its geometry, which was vivid and brightly lit, and found myself mesmerized. In front of the building, the major streets met diagonally, creating a triangular block just to south (I had a strong sense of direction throughout this entire dream). This too was built up with tallish city buildings, in triangular shapes that fit the block. They were also built and decorated with different shades of cream-colored stone. I knew there were shops and restaurants inside and soon found myself wandering amidst the crowds within. The interior light was an emerald green, or maybe that was just the color of the walls. Apparently, this was Chicago. Or at least that's what I told myself.

But now we had to find our way back home. My wife Nancy was with me, along with a number of indistinct children. We walked and walked, heading south toward the heart of downtown Minneapolis. To the north, from where we'd come, was Chicago and its large, crowded buildings. We were in a residential area; somehow we'd strayed off the main road, or the road had strayed from us. I saw a street sign that said Hayes (a street I used to live on). I knew we'd find Central Ave. again if we went to our right. Nancy said, no, Central is to the left. This made no sense, but we went to the left, crossed some railroad tracks, and just as the trees began to thin, we found Central Ave. When we got there, we could see the Minneapolis skyline many miles to the south. I turned and looked north; Chicago was still there and I could easily make out the buildings where I'd been wandering earlier.

We hadn't walked very far when we came to a tangle of small buildings situated on low ground where all the streets seemed to end. I heard a bird singing. We entered one of the central buildings and went downstairs to the gymnasium where we found some bleachers to sit on. Up above, against the far wall and hanging from the ceiling, was a carousel with seats facing out from its circle. Among the people up there was my brother John. He told me I should swing as high as I could (I was now sitting on a swing) and try to reach him. So I did, though I had to go back and forth a number of times in order to gain altitude. As I swung higher, almost reaching my brother, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the heel of my right foot. This didn't seem right, in fact it seemed very wrong, but then I awoke.