That big blue tree…

…in Main Plaza caught my eye again (it’s kind of hard to miss) as I was walking through the neighborhood on my way to do some banking this afternoon.

This’ll probably be a favorite photo subject of mine over the next few weeks.

White Pears and a Yellow Tiger Cat #Dream

The fact that I was married in this dream should have made it a nightmare, but my marital state actually played a minor role in the action and didn’t claim much of my attention.

In my dream…

The wife and I were living in a large, old house surrounded by a big yard with at least one very big tree growing near the walkway leading up to the front porch from the sidewalk. One had to walk under the tree’s branches, the lowest of which were 20 or 30 feet overhead, on the way to our front door.

Though the tree wasn’t a pear tree, there was a clump of four white pears growing from a lower branch. We weren’t aware of this until one of the pears fell and nearly hit my wife. It splattered rather dramatically on the walk beside her and surely would have given her a serious bump (at least!) had it hit her. Needless to say, she was displeased. She insisted that I knock down the other three pears before another came crashing down.

I’ve got to admit, I was more impressed by the fact that the pears were growing up there than concerned about any danger they might pose. And I was determined to take at least one good photograph of them before knocking them down.

It was difficult to get a good shot with the camera I was using, but I kept trying different telephoto settings, sight angles, etc. Every time I got what I thought was a good picture, I’d run into the house to show the wife. But she didn’t care about the pictures, she wanted those pears down! And she made that point more forcefully each time I went back into the house.

Finally I had what I thought would be the perfect shot. The setting sun was shining a beam of light directly at the pears and they almost seemed to glow among the dark green leaves. As I was sighting the camera… a damned, big, yellow tiger cat appeared up in the tree. It had climbed onto a branch near the pears and was totally blocking my view. Damn! And I couldn’t get it to move! Double-damn!

And then I woke up.

Portending bonsai?

Recent days have found me in an interesting sleep pattern. There’ll be one major sleep segment, usually anywhere from five to seven hours in length, followed by extensive catnapping throughout the rest of the day.

These catnaps have been bringing some interesting dreams. Like the naps themselves, these dreams are little things; often no more than a single image, or burst of short images. The one most recently experienced has me thinking.

In my dream…

…I was whittling away, or carefully pruning, a little branch of a small tree with a very sharp knife.

While in the dream I wasn’t thinking about bonsai particularly. But upon waking, with the dream image still fresh in my mind, I began wondering bout the possibility of exploring that hobby.

Now, I’ve never done bonsai before, but… I’m tempted to look into it. Was that dream a foretelling of some future hobby? Hmm……

I was an “Occult Investigator”?

Yep, that’s what I was in last night’s dream(s).

My sleeps last night were segmented, and so might have been my dreams. I slept a dream-filled four hours from 04:00 to 08:00, then was awake for two hours, then slept for another three, from 10:00 to 13:00 hours. All my dreaming was done in the first sleep segment. When I woke from that I couldn’t tell if I’d had three dreams with common elements or one dream that was divided into three distinct parts.

In this dreaming I was an independent investigator of occult events. And so was Mr. Bill O’Reilly of Fox News. He and I weren’t partners, but we weren’t adverseries either. And we were both working the same bizarre case. We were investigating a strange cult in Bloomington, IN, that centered around a naked witch who lived in a small cave directly beneath a huge tree that was growing in Dunn Meadow on the IU Campus.

The three parts of the cave involved 1.) my investigation, 2.) Bill’s investigation, and 3.) our interviews. It wasn’t clear in the third part whether I was interviewing him, or he was interviewing me, or if we were both being interviewed by a third party. But the first two parts were vividly clear, and involved visual, auditory, and tactile senses.

No, I wouldn’t call this a nightmare: at no time did I consider myself in danger. But it was one of the strangest dream experiences I’ve had recently.