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Sailing
This seems to have become a dream journal now ... Only it's so infrequently I remember them that I don't keep a real dream journal anymore, and I feel the few I can hold onto warrant recognition, somehow.
The premise of this dream was that I was setting off on another sailing trip with the Jubilee Sailing Trust, the organisation with which I did my hands-on research on tall ship sailing for Vol.1 of Worst Journey. I got to the ship on time, and some of the first part of the dream was settling in, chatting with some of the NPCs I was going to sail with, etc. At some point the 1st Officer came to the mess and joined the chat. It was forecast to be quite stormy that night so I asked if this was indeed a "beginner" trip and not "intermediate" as I'd only done one before and hardly had experience with choppy water, nevermind a storm. She said it would be fine. I also asked her when we were going to set off, and she said about 3a.m. – something about the tide, I think. It was, at that time, around 7p.m., so this was good news because it gave me the chance to pick up a few things from my flat(? friend's flat? Air B&B?). It was not a short distance away and I needed time to get there and back on the bus. The things I needed to pick up were:
- my enamel mug, which somehow I was without
- some small but important thing like my wallet or phone or something, or maybe I'd forgotten to turn something off
- clothes, which I had completely forgotten to pack
I'm sure this is mostly a travel anxiety dream – I will be travelling later in January, and now that we're past Christmas it's on the horizon. I have to say that going on a tall ship is a lot more interesting than the usual "can I get to the airport in time" paradigm, and while I've had a few dreams that I've forgotten to pack and have to throw things in a suitcase at the last minute, I've never dreamt I've arrived at my destination without having the essentials. As I sat down to write this, I think I've figured out why it was a ship: my January trip is to Madeira, which was the Terra Nova's first stop out from Britain in 1910; obviously a sailing ship is how one gets to Madeira (though I don't think that's where I was going in the dream). I don't know why the flat I had to get back to was just off Lonsdale Quay, though. Many of my bus dreams still take place in Vancouver, where I did most of my bus riding, but that location hardly features, I suppose because one rarely encounters difficulties there. Oh well, the subconscious wouldn't be half so much fun if it weren't a mystery ...
The premise of this dream was that I was setting off on another sailing trip with the Jubilee Sailing Trust, the organisation with which I did my hands-on research on tall ship sailing for Vol.1 of Worst Journey. I got to the ship on time, and some of the first part of the dream was settling in, chatting with some of the NPCs I was going to sail with, etc. At some point the 1st Officer came to the mess and joined the chat. It was forecast to be quite stormy that night so I asked if this was indeed a "beginner" trip and not "intermediate" as I'd only done one before and hardly had experience with choppy water, nevermind a storm. She said it would be fine. I also asked her when we were going to set off, and she said about 3a.m. – something about the tide, I think. It was, at that time, around 7p.m., so this was good news because it gave me the chance to pick up a few things from my flat(? friend's flat? Air B&B?). It was not a short distance away and I needed time to get there and back on the bus. The things I needed to pick up were:
- my enamel mug, which somehow I was without
- some small but important thing like my wallet or phone or something, or maybe I'd forgotten to turn something off
- clothes, which I had completely forgotten to pack
I'm sure this is mostly a travel anxiety dream – I will be travelling later in January, and now that we're past Christmas it's on the horizon. I have to say that going on a tall ship is a lot more interesting than the usual "can I get to the airport in time" paradigm, and while I've had a few dreams that I've forgotten to pack and have to throw things in a suitcase at the last minute, I've never dreamt I've arrived at my destination without having the essentials. As I sat down to write this, I think I've figured out why it was a ship: my January trip is to Madeira, which was the Terra Nova's first stop out from Britain in 1910; obviously a sailing ship is how one gets to Madeira (though I don't think that's where I was going in the dream). I don't know why the flat I had to get back to was just off Lonsdale Quay, though. Many of my bus dreams still take place in Vancouver, where I did most of my bus riding, but that location hardly features, I suppose because one rarely encounters difficulties there. Oh well, the subconscious wouldn't be half so much fun if it weren't a mystery ...