adrift by stella im hultberg

I’ve been having very vivid, active dreams for the past few months.  As I’ve mentioned before, I keep a dream journal.  I’ve kept one for at least 15 years, maybe more.  I keep having new repetitive, themed dreams.  One places me in a park full of beautiful, lush green grass.  I’m on  a huge hillside with many other people.  It’s seems there’s some kind of huge event in the park space below us.  I never see what the event is….I’m just hanging out and catching the overall vibe.  Oh, the other thing, in the middle of the park is a huge waterfall.  Huge as in Niagara Falls huge.

Witold Pruszkowski, Falling Star, 1884

Then I occasionally have the hill dream.  I’m either on a bicycle or in a car.  I approach a huge hill. It’s so steep that I fear I can’t get to the top of it.  I start to drive and nearly reach the top.  And then I wake up… or my dream shifts to something else.  A week ago, I had this dream.  I was in a huge pick up truck.  Half way up the hill a woman stopped me and told me to take a left and wrap around the hillside and sneak up to the top.  She showed me the easier, switchback way to avoid the steepness.

Head is the Clouds by Shabello