Last night I had not one, but two, strange dreams. I took a supposedly non-drowsy antihistamine a couple of days ago. First, it makes me very sleepy for a couple of days out, and second, it causes me to have weird dreams.
Weird Dream #1: I dreamed that I was living in this large house in the town where I went to college. I seemed to be a sort of owner/landlord/whatever of the house, and I had a lot of roommates/renters, all of college age, going in and out all the time. This one blond young man told me the toaster was dead, and sure enough, it was on the counter busted open. I walked around the place, and saw another old toaster in the hallway, wondering if my roomies, if that's what they were, could use that one. But I thought it was old, and that it could go anytime too. But then I noticed what seemed to be a sort of document or important paper under the second toaster. I looked at it, and realized that it was a lease I had signed to live in the house. Oh yeah, I thought, rather matter-of-factly. No real emotion, no thought of wanting to move out, renew, was there an issue with it, nothing.
Next, I walked out on the porch, and a couple of young girls did a somersault over me, and I think they said something, but I don't remember what. Next thing I know, I'm standing on the street in front of my house, and I've decided to buy a new toaster. It seems there are a lot of people going by, walking, running, biking, in cars, etc. But then I wonder how I'm going to get to the store to buy the toaster. I try to think of several things, and then I think the store is close enough for me to walk to it if I want to. Then I remember that I have a car. So I walk around the side of the house, and it seems there are a bunch of old and junk cars, and a lot of young people going around, and it seems that one of those old junk cars is mine. The dream seems to have ended here, I never found out if I bought the toaster.
Weird Dream #2: I dreamed that I went back to the house of my childhood to visit my father, I guess to check up on him or something. When I got to the door, I wasn't sure if I should just walk inside, like I would have when I was young. It almost seemed like I had a premonition he wasn't there, and that someone else could be there now, and it crossed my mind that I could be shot. I went in anyway, and all the furniture had been moved out, and the place looked abandoned and dilapidated. I wondered what happened to my father, whether he was alive or dead, and where he was if he was alive, in a nursing home or whatever (in real life he has been dead for many years).
I walked to the area that used to be the kitchen, and it was dark, and filled with literally thousands of cockroaches. Some of them got on me, and I went back into the dining room area and shook them off me. I finally went back to the kitchen, and as it became lighter (I don't know where the light was from) I looked in, and saw that, in addition to all the cockroaches, I gradually became aware that there were some birds, several kinds of parakeets and parrots, in all their bright colors, sleeping in there. As my eyes focused, I could see more and more birds, probably hundreds in there. I wondered if somebody had been raising those birds, and if they had been abandoned. And the idea half-formed in my mind, the question of whether I should try to save them and try to raise them-- that is, the moral imperative that animals, including birds, need to be saved and taken care of.
