i had this dream last night. lately i seem to be having a lot of very short, very pointed dreams that wake me up at the end like someone flipped a switch. i'm not one to read into dreams too much, because most of the time i think dreams are just a show your brain puts on out of jumbled bits of your day, or something you thought about for five seconds last week. but every once in awhile i see something that i know instinctively means something.
in this particular dream, i'm sitting by a creek in the mountains. it's absolutely beautiful in that sharp, saturated way that the sierras are. the air smells amazing, and the creek, while cold, is not numbingly cold. for some reason i've been trying to get to this place and i know without dreaming about the travel time that it's taken me a long time to get here. i look around for a moment, satisfied, then look back at the things i've brought.
sitting behind me on the sand of the bank are several heavy containers. i open the largest up to find books. stacks and stacks of them hoarded like treasure. i open a second one and there are knick knacks, christmas decorations, and other stuff from around the house. another contains paints and brushes and the like. i feel very protective of these things. i pick up one of the books and begin to read, and soon i'm totally absorbed. i have no idea how much time has elapsed until i realize that i'm drenched. i pull myself away from the story i'm reading with great effort and see that i'm surrounded by water. the creek has risen into a river, and me and all my things are in the middle of it. i panic, fearing that all the things i worked so hard to bring with me are gone, and dive down under the water. books and odds and ends are buried in the sand; other objects swirl around and away. i try frantically to rescue everything, dragging them out by the armload and dumping them on dry ground, but i've lost a lot. finally i collapse on the shore, my wet treasures spread around me. it's only then i notice that my children and husband are not with me. i run away from the pile of things searching for them, and i see a group of people i don't know playing and talking and laughing on the other side of the creek.
one of them says, "what is this place?"
another answers, "it's paradise!"
and then i wake up.