Reve de la mer
PASSEPARTOUT
Christopher & Nirit Slaney
Sat 23 Oct 2010 06:49
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I am driving a car and the passenger is a prominent
Israeli businessman I'll just refer to as 'G'. While steering down an escalator
which seems to be part of an overly complex car wash, we are debating the exact
wording of a for sale sign to place in the car window. It's G's car and I'm
doing him some sort of favour, but it looks exactly like a metallic grey
Chevrolet I had in the mid- nineties. At the bottom of the escalator I
get berated by a young lady for using the facility while it's closed
for repair. She turns out to be someone I worked with many years ago.
This is how it is night after night since I moved
onto the yacht. Some mornings I wake up tired out from all the
strenuous and bizarre activities my dreams lead me through. Some of them
are familiar and populated by people I know, but others are completely new and
unknown. It would be better if once in a while it was about sex, which
was the case when I had a run of vivid dreams as a side effect caused by
anti-malarial drugs, but instead I'm stuck with strange and sometimes
worrisome incubi. Earlier this week my dog got trapped and was drowned
underneath a boat in Ft Lauderdale's Bahia Mar yachting centre.
Now this dog, a Dalmatian called Lucky, definitely passed away from old age
and sickness in 1999, but during waking hours I can't help feeling that someone
who lives on the sea shouldn't dream about being trapped like a dog under
water.
Neither am I alone. The first words from Nirit
in the morning are often, "Wow, I had such dreams last night!" I'd
really like to know what is going on here. Nirit thinks that because we are
more relaxed now than at any time in living memory, all sorts of junk
and nonsense is rushing out of our sub-conscious. At first I put it all
down to eating rich and unfamiliar food in the evening, something my
grandmother always warned against. However, some days I eat what
I used to enjoy at home without inducing hallucinations and still
stumble back into the dream world.
Could it be something to do which the motion of the
yacht? Even at anchor, or tied up to a mooring or pier, the yacht and therefore
my bed is never quite still. Landlubbers might feel queasy at this idea but I
like the motion and believe it helps me get so sleep. I am being
rocked like a baby in a cradle. Or perhaps radiation from the communication
antennas just a few meters above our cabin is to blame. This needs
further investigation.
For years I dreamed of going to sea. Now that I'm living
that dream it would be better if I could put all these others on
hold.
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