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We were at UBC, which was in North Van. We were in the hallway, where we met for some kind of club. This was the last meeting of that club, and it was fun, but then I was going to go meet Chris. First, though, I needed to go to the dentists, so I went to this woman's house-- she was the dentist, and during the course of cleaning my teeth (on a sofa) she went from a small Asian woman to a tall, blonde, dreadlocked woman. We were still in North Van, and the busses were sucky, so I asked her to drop me off at Chris' before she went out to Chilliwack with some friends for something very important. She said yes, but we started driving, and we went and went and went until we were in... surrey? It's a place from my other dreams, actually, with a mountain nearby and a ski lift at the top, that is approximately where Surrey is. Then, I was like: hey guys, where are we going, I want to be back in North Van where we started, and they said: this is too important, we can't wait, we'll drop you off afterwards. At this point we were driving along a road off the side of Hastings, which was stretching across the marshy bits of Mission instead of the Lougheed Highway.
We snaked down this side road (the brush was all heather and stony puddles) and suddenly we were walking in this big group which included the blonde dentist, Juggler, and about six other people including a wilderness guide. We crossed some traintracks and went into the marshes, though someone had sunk the boats. We had to pull the boats up these small waterfalls from within them, and go across the marshes, to come back to civilisation.
Ar yhis point it turns out that the Blonde Dentist is Chris, at least for awhile. It's really tough going, and all the saltwater from the marshes is inflaming our skin-- Juggler's doing particularly badly, and burns off some of his lip. Sooner or later, Chris and Juggler become the same person, who stays behind to wait for help because he's badly hurt while the rest of us (some keep dying because it's hard going, perhaps? The group gets smaller) press on ahead. Eventually, we reach the harbour, staggering up onto the roadside and looking at the buildings across, and the dream ends.
There was, of course, a lot more detail in there. Like the blonde dentist, who 'identified' in my mind as a hairdresser and later turned into Chris, kept spraying herself with this body spray scent, and once sprayed it into her mouth. There was one point where I was having anal sex with Chris in the marshes right before I learnt the Juggler was badly hurt and we were waiting for people to get back from the boats, which was kinda weird. In the hallway at the very beginning, I saw Chris for just a moment; then I went to the UBC co-op to buy an umbrella but didn't, even though it was raining. The co-op was abotu five times bigger in my dream than it was in RL. I think that North Van was seperated by only a very very thin strip of ocean from the rest of the world. I think it was early summer. Etc, etc...
Anyhow, wanted to get this down. Obviously I've been thinking about not wanting to be late/getting to Chris' a lot lately, worrying about both the boys, I missed my bus stop and had to trek through NV alongside a busy road yesterday, wondering about integration with Chris' friends, and reaffirming that a certain social era is at an end for me. It makes a lot of sense that the Juggler ended up away and wounded, waiting for us to come rescue him after we got out. I dunno. It was a fun adventure dream in the end. :)
We snaked down this side road (the brush was all heather and stony puddles) and suddenly we were walking in this big group which included the blonde dentist, Juggler, and about six other people including a wilderness guide. We crossed some traintracks and went into the marshes, though someone had sunk the boats. We had to pull the boats up these small waterfalls from within them, and go across the marshes, to come back to civilisation.
Ar yhis point it turns out that the Blonde Dentist is Chris, at least for awhile. It's really tough going, and all the saltwater from the marshes is inflaming our skin-- Juggler's doing particularly badly, and burns off some of his lip. Sooner or later, Chris and Juggler become the same person, who stays behind to wait for help because he's badly hurt while the rest of us (some keep dying because it's hard going, perhaps? The group gets smaller) press on ahead. Eventually, we reach the harbour, staggering up onto the roadside and looking at the buildings across, and the dream ends.
There was, of course, a lot more detail in there. Like the blonde dentist, who 'identified' in my mind as a hairdresser and later turned into Chris, kept spraying herself with this body spray scent, and once sprayed it into her mouth. There was one point where I was having anal sex with Chris in the marshes right before I learnt the Juggler was badly hurt and we were waiting for people to get back from the boats, which was kinda weird. In the hallway at the very beginning, I saw Chris for just a moment; then I went to the UBC co-op to buy an umbrella but didn't, even though it was raining. The co-op was abotu five times bigger in my dream than it was in RL. I think that North Van was seperated by only a very very thin strip of ocean from the rest of the world. I think it was early summer. Etc, etc...
Anyhow, wanted to get this down. Obviously I've been thinking about not wanting to be late/getting to Chris' a lot lately, worrying about both the boys, I missed my bus stop and had to trek through NV alongside a busy road yesterday, wondering about integration with Chris' friends, and reaffirming that a certain social era is at an end for me. It makes a lot of sense that the Juggler ended up away and wounded, waiting for us to come rescue him after we got out. I dunno. It was a fun adventure dream in the end. :)
