The plane was coming in for a landing, swooping low over the city. (I've had a lot of similar plane dreams in the past year.) I could see the pilot, and I could see past him to the whole 180-degree vista ahead of us. We clipped one of the wires on the suspension bridge, but that didn't seem to be a problem. Didn't concern me, strangely. We approached the runway, but were going too fast and so touched down for just a second, the pilot lifting the plane up again, presumably to circle around and try again. I hate landings, hate the sudden bump and rattle and whoosh of wind. This landing was not going well, and I was scared. I don't know how it ended, because my dream flitted to some other corner of my psyche.
I was with a former friend/acquaintance, someone I don't speak to anymore. He was talking to me, being very bossy and condescending and really pissing me off. All of a sudden, I started screaming at him, all of my frustrations and anger rushing out, until my throat got scratchy and hoarse. He didn't take it too well, and I felt guilty, but also relieved. (I must be very angry about something or at someone, but I'm not exactly sure who/what it is. If you think it might be you, let me know. IF YOU DARE. I have quite a set of lungs on me, at least in my subconscious.)
At some point in this mess of emotions and neuroses, I decided I was going to move next month. Quit my job, give up my apartment, and take off, I think somewhere West. I didn't have any concrete plans--no job, no particular place to go--but I felt resolute in my decision, even though people were trying to dissuade me. It was freeing, and frightening, and exciting. I have these "running away" dreams every once in a while, and lately I've been daydreaming about moving to California to grow avocados. I do love avocados.
Posted by thevieve at March 30, 2006 8:39 AMThe thing about growing avocados is that, in the weeks before the Superbowl, you have to sit out in the fields with a shotgun and guard them, because they become so valuable that people will steal them.
I'm not kidding.
Posted by: Aaron Weber on March 30, 2006 11:02 AMHoly crap! I had no idea that avocado-growing could be so exciting and...firearm-y. Maybe I'll just start off by trying to sprout one of the pits from Toshok's organic veggie delivery, and see how that goes first.
Posted by: Vieve on March 30, 2006 11:15 AMOkay, okay, okay. Here's the breaks, kid.
I heart your dream. I find it necessary to mention that avocadoes grown from pits do not produce the sort of fruits you're looking for - you'll have to get grafted rootstock from the nursery.
In the spirit of sharing, my dream: to run here from this silliness when I tire of it, and work a winery. It's thisclose to heaven, that town.
Posted by: 'Nette on March 30, 2006 5:03 PM