old dreams part 1

I recently found some old notebooks in which I’d written down dreams that I’d had. Here’s an interesting one.

August 24, 1992. I was walking around a small square-shaped park on a track of some sort with Patrick Stewart dressed in his Star Trek uniform. We were building a model log cabin as we went, and so were a number of other people on the track. Some people were lying on the grass in the center of the park. All of a sudden, Patrick Stewart leaned over and gave me an absolutely mad passionate kiss. I was taken aback and thought My god! He’s so old and I’m only 19! But then I thought, oh to hell with it, because I was enjoying it too much to worry. Then he pulled away and said “Damn. Grass fire.” in that deep sexy British voice. There was smoke coming from the grass up a ways, so he went ahead to check it out while I stayed behind. Some of the people on the grass had set their log cabins on fire and it had caught the grass.

The the dream shifted. I was in some sort of hospital/space center, in a little room with two chairs that you could be strapped into and I suppose experience what it was like to be in space. People had just left so I walked up and said that I wanted to try it. I sat in a chair and a woman told me that I had to take off my aquasocks. Then they listened to my heart and did some other medical-type things. A doctor held up an instrument that looked like a tiny squatty pair of scissors with really short pointy blades. He put the pointy end in my mouth and touched the blades to a spot on the back of the roof of my mouth. Immediately I felt myself falling asleep, as if I was going under anaesthesia. Instinctively I tried to fight it but I also realized it was supposed to happen so I tried to relax and let go. Pretty soon I was semi-conscious again but I couldn’t remember them doing anything. My arm didn’t hurt although I was certain they had drawn blood. The woman said to me “You’ll probably have a heart attack.” I said “What? Now?” She said “No, by the time you’re 30.” I left the room. I guess the experience in space came later.

Lucky for me, I guess my dreams don’t predict the future.