Lots o' Hawks

Trevor and I was at a party that was in the penthouse of a tall building in the middle of a very dense, industrial city.  From the veranda, all I could see was rooftop after rooftop, dark night, and the orange white lights of a city at night. It was quiet on the veranda. I could see other rooftop verandas and I liked looking at the sparse potted plants sitting there in stark contrast to the very geometric pattern of the buildings.  I looked up at the sky for a few moments and saw a very large and brightly marked Red-shouldered Hawk soaring across the sky.  It was beautiful and the only sign of life in the quite, rigid city.  It was bright and glowing, beautiful and magical.  Another hawk joined it and the two found a perch in a rooftop niche near a plant.  While they rested, a Red-tailed Hawk and Peregrine Falcon joined them.  They were having their own little party, I suppose.  Trevor was amazed at the sight when I pulled him over to watch at the spectacle.  He decided to walk up to the birds to get a better look.  One hawk was gnawing on a small mammal and I could sense that if Trevor got too close he would be perceived as invading the hawk's space.  As he approached, the hawk squawked and looked upset at him.  He didn't relent, which prompted the bird to nip at his ankle with its gigantic powerful beak.  Trevor quickly got the message and retreated into my arms.  Luckily he wasn't hurt.  We stood together, watching the hawks from a safe distance.  The last thing I saw before I woke up was the falcon perched on a ledge gazing in my direction and looking exquisite.

El Paso?

We were on the road in a caravan to Austin, TX. I was driving the old Nissan Maxima that has been long since retired. My sister was with me. Trevor was driving the truck with Brad alongside.  The drive was long and hot, with boring desert landscape that was endless. Occasional fruit stands made things interesting.  Driving was difficult (as it usually is in my dreams), with impairments such as blurry vision, brakes that aren't up to par, or a wandering mind that forgets where it's going. This drive was not as bad as others. It was "long" in theory, but in this experience it was very short. We arrived in El Paso. There was a lovely tree-lined city center and a shopping center that was sure to provide food and drink for us tired drivers. My sister and I cooled off, relaxed, and fed ourselves. Trevor and Brad were almost there. I went for a walk, which turned into the participation of a rollerskating race through the shopping center. I got wind that Trevor and Brad were at the food court eating tacos. So I ran. I ran very fast, as if I still had my skates on, to the food court where I met up with my boys. They were full-bellied and relaxed. And then it was obvious that the trip was planned without planning, for we all had things to do back home in a few days and the trip to El Paso had taken nearly that, and there were several more days to go if we were to get to Austin as planned. So we decided to sit there. No decisions. Just sit and be.

Mazes and Various Perspectives

Mossy interior of a white-washed warehouse. Lots of cracked windows and chipped paint. It's like a maze with many different turns to take, leading to many different rooms that all resemble various morphs of basements. Some have ratty tapestries, boxes, couches, etc. sitting in them, collecting mildew and cobwebs. I used to live in one of those rooms, apparently, and some of that old stuff used to be what I made home with. In a great room, there are very tall shelves with random artifacts on them. Taxidermy, clothing, small people, books, etc. On the top of a shelf, looking down at all the people scampering about, me and a girl of same age lying on our stomachs talking about the world.  Things were moving fast, falling apart, but innovating.  In another time, there was a library nearby filled with books that people never read. Then something changed and the books became interesting and people started reading them.  The pool in the middle of the library helped, I think. Everything was organized according to subject, and there was another maze walkway that you could follow into various aisles to look at books from a different perspective, usually altitudinal. Lots of people with shorts on. Lots of aimless wanderers and short run-ins with acquaintances, some who really look you in the eye. 

*Sidenote: While my dreams have always been long, vivid, detailed, symbolic, and story-oriented, lately dreams have been: short, sparse, muddy, temporally disorganized, thematically abstract, and centered around the ordinary for the many months now. Also, I am not sure what this means, but lately I have been waking up in the middle of the night covered in sweat, unable to articulate or recall my intense dreaming experience. To be continued...