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I had a very strange dream, the other night. Well, it wasn't really strange, per se, but it has stuck with me, for some reason.

For the last couple of nights, I have had weather-related bad dreams. I wouldn't call them nightmares, because they weren't particularly disturbing. But both dreams depicted rather cataclysmic weather events. The most recent one involved some kind of missile attack that caused tornadoes, and I vividly remember it starring my brother, my sister-in-law, my younger sister, and my mother, who has been dead for almost eight years.

That dream was just strange, but it's already hazy in my memory, and it was only last night that I had it. I just found it interesting that it involved a weather problem, as the previous dream did. Two nights ago, I dreamed that we(my family) were either living or on vacation somewhere, right on the rural west banks of the Mississippi River, somewhere across from Illinois, so definitely somewhere in either Iowa or Missouri, and probably somewhere near where the two states' border meets the river.

There was another family there, visiting from nearby "Camelot, Illinois," which I have since, in waking life, confirmed does not exist. This nonexistent town was a tired old small river town, just upstream from where we were in the dream. Anyway, the part that really stands out vividly in my mind is a girl in that family: a brown-haired girl named "Naida." I always know how things are spelled, in my dreams. I think it's just part of my pedantic nature.

Naida was about my age, had shoulder-length brown frizzy hair, and wore a bluish-aqua shirt. I don't recall a lot of the details about the goings-on in the dream, but I do remember that I was crazy about Naida, and like most crushes, I kept it to myself, and we just went on being friends. Toward the end of the dream, torrential rain began to fall, and the lock and dam upstream from Camelot was going to burst, and destroy the small town. The last thing I remember before waking up was having to drive Naida to Camelot, and then telling her I had to brush my teeth before we left. I think I was waking up at this point, and tasting the need to brush.

I don't really remember anything beyond that point, but since then, I can't help thinking about Naida, and thinking about if she represents someone or something in my life. If so, what did all the rains mean? Why Camelot, IL? I recall Naida actually looking exactly like someone I know in real life, but I can't put my finger on who, and that's amazing, considering how much I liked Naida. I would remember something like that.

Anyway, it was very strange, and if anyone has any idea what it might mean, and why, in particular, I can't get Naida out of my head, that'd be grand.


Callie brooked no delay in saying:
In pyschoanalysis water represents things we aren't aware of or our unconcious - it can also represent the desire for growth and fertility. Take it as you will; but I think it all just boils down to shit or get off the pot.

11:42 AM, Feb 24, 2006

bahua chimed in with:
Ouch. Yeah, I can believe that.

12:23 PM, Feb 25, 2006

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