Dreaming dreaming

I had a dream last night. (which, incidentally, is a quote from a song by the Butthole Surfers.) A couple actually. Something is going on... I set off in a long shallow boat (in appearance a very dramatic, elongated canoe) with more people than should have been in such a small boat. One of them being a supremely obese young man, wider than the boat. I was at the head and a boat followed close beside, a partner in travel, we were all young, mixed men and woman, the water was calm, completely still. It did not move. Green, yet clear to the bottom. When I looked down it didn't seem deep, I could see all that was at the bottom so well. The great peculiarity was that all this water was inside this vast building with high ceilings and deep walls. The floor was flat and carpeted, a sort of maroon scratchy carpet that billowed from the water, it wasn't stuck well to the floor. Something had fallen out of the boat and that's why I looked. One of the girls counted it lost, but considering the appearance of shallowness I thought it could easily be recovered. Along the banks on either side were thick trees that drooped and hung low over the water which at times we came too close to and it brushed over the tops of our heads and was uncomfortable. The boat with the big man lost some of its people into the water and I told them to come into mine. It didn't make sense to me for them to be out of the boat. It even seemed easier to be in the boat than out. Then I came to a divergence in the path and I knew I was meant to go down the stairs but there was a path off to my right and ahead that I felt a greater interest in following. I believed I'd gone down the stairs so many times, that it was becoming routine and now it seemed more adventurous to try this path. But I didn't, I felt obliged to take the stairs, in part because someone had asked me to- someone motherly. And because the others were coming with me, it was a part of their journey and I knew it would be fun to slide the boats down the stairs, easy and fast. I also thought the straight path through the water would be work and I felt a resistance to working. So I went down the stairs, which were tight and wound round often. Down, down, down, til I reached the bottom. At which point I was alone, but I expected another girl to join me. At the base of the stairs everything kind of ended. There was one substantial door and then a couple Alice in Wonderland style doors, about a foot tall and a hand wide. I was feeling playful and nor really regarding any of this very seriously. I opened the little doors to have a look and just enjoyed the situation. Inside the big door stood three middle-age to slightly younger woman, verying races. The space they were in resembled an apprentice set up like you would see in a medieval engraving. As is often the case with interior settings it was cluttered. (I am cluttered. It seems to be a defining characteristic.) One of the woman who was fuller in figure, with curly shoulder length strawberry hair spoke to me. She told me she was clairvoyant. I think she took my hand and read it and spoke prophecies over me. Everything was very calm and there was no sense of drama.

Perhaps the dream ended there? Perhaps it carried on later in another dream? Or maybe just inspired an aspect of this later dream... Somehow I had been abducted to Canada. I was outside in a wide, flat open area with a couple trailer buildings, cars and a gathering of cops and detectives. A somber man thin, long, all in black spoke to me. I wanted to know how far away I was from Home and he told me in a sort of riddle meaning to imply that I was a great distance away and that it would not be easy to get back. "It will cost you more than $300 to fly home from where you are." I also found out from him that a clairvoyant had removed my brain and left me here. I had been used. I couldn't understand how I could still be living and not have a brain. In my imagination I pictured myself above the western boarder of the U.S. by a six hour flight. That didn't seem so hard to me, but I didn't think about the fact that if I was six hours from Washington State, I was very far from my physical home. Ah well!

And what does it all mean? I don't know! I don't know. I'm so intrigued by the combination of this indoor environment and the water and trees. The look of the carpet under the water, how the trees sloped out from a flat wall, water running down the stairs. All so unusual.