Dream within a Dream...

It’s snowing heavily, and everyone in the backyard is in a swimsuit, at some kind of party: Mom, Dad, the high school principal, there’s even an ex-girlfriend. And is that Elvis, over by the piñata?

Uh-oh.

Dreams are so rich and have such an authentic feeling that scientists have long assumed they must have a crucial psychological purpose. To Freud, dreaming provided a playground for the unconscious mind; to Jung, it was a stage where the psyche’s archetypes acted out primal themes. Newer theories hold that dreams help the brain to consolidate emotional memories or to work though current problems, like divorce and work frustrations.

Yet what if the primary purpose of dreaming isn’t psychological at all?

Vivid. Extreme flooding in the residential area that I live. Tidal waves crashing down the streets, cars being swept away, houses destroyed. Heavy rain and thunder. Elderly, bearded man comes to the porch and says something about Noah and the Bible and all things must come to pass.

Major waves, the rain stops, floods subside, I walk the street surveying the damage of a wrecked, gray sky. The street is demolished, trees broken, rubble, bodies, destruction. At the end of the street I come upon a school bus. The rap singer Eminem is leading little children on to the bus by rapping to them in a lyrical beat. At least 15 or 20 children herd themselves into the bus.

I walk in as well. Eminem gets back on the bus and holds a knife to me with a crazed look in his eye. I notice that the bus driver is very gorilla like and seems angry. Eminem seems a little nervous and worried, but threatens to cut me. We're driving, some kind of commotion rings out on the bus, and we flip over in a ditch, behind a parking lot.

I escape, and fly away. The children on the bus are being terrorized, underneath gloomy skies, and I try to find help for them...

Ha, just a strange dream worth mentioning....