Sleepless

Unable to sleep, I will now provide information on what happens when I do sleep.  Namely, last night.

I was in Africa

Driving up the steepest of hills

As if the city of Narok was trying to keep me out. 

I got up the scary hill and was in a shopping center 

(That was not real from any memory)

I began spinning uncontrollably

Unable to look at anything up close

Knowing that I was just reviewing a memory 

Or a conglomerate of memories

I couldn't read signs as my mind raced from one thing to another to try and save me from knowing I could not see the details.

There was a circular hotel

Or hostel

It some nice girls there

Some girls I know from school too

The carpets were red.

The parking garage was a maze.  

I had entered from the pale green-painted shopping center

and was immediately wading through rust-red sand or something,

Waist deep.

Two men could not help me get out.

They only brought me to the interior.

I saw one bedroom

And remember wishing I could stay and become friends with all of the nice girls there.

There was a part where I was with a couple with a special child, looking for a home for him, and he was acting rowdy around the waterfall, and that's how we came to the next part.  Or perhaps it wasn't that at all.  It may have been a water acrobat or a shipping segment. 

There was a roller coaster that started above a body of water

It ran above a field of sugarcane which was already cut and peeled and ready to eat. 

Someone remarked on the health benefits of this

kelly green and white 

sugarcane.

The body of water became a pond.  

I was part of a group, like in missionary group, and the ride became crowded

They put up barriers in front of my car so that I and my sitting partner could neither move nor sit up straight

I felt like the man I saw in Kenya

Riding on a motorbike

Squished

Behind a flimsy 4'x8' sheet of plywood. 

They'll carry anything on a motorbike in Kenya. Goats, too.

I had an opportunity to get out;

Someone was doing a photo shoot

About people 

In trees 

In cities

And in the dream

I was mildly afraid of clinging

Koala-like

To a tall tree.  

But it wasn't my turn to get out of the coaster train thing,

And I was corrected. 

There was a big tripod involved that people climbed in.  

They ended up posing in trees in the pond.

When the train became a car, and I could sit up again, I learned tht the water had been very warm.  

It confirmed my suspicions

That ponds are warm places

Just like kiddie pools.

In the car, a girl I remember from little kid church was there.  

There was some memory she told me about where I had done her wrong.

The car's driver was a cool guy I'd never met. 

It was a dark gray SUV.  

I think we were going to take more pictures or else we were in the church youth group mentality that we were going on some retreat.

Another night I dreamed I was in Africa along with my house from the states and there was a flood and I was stuck outside my slider door with an alligator/crocodile coming toward me. I got in and you could see its body through the glass door as if our house was inside an aquarium (because of the flood).

There was a strange number at the school dance about bullying and artificiality where a lot of girls turned their dresses inside out to represent true beauty. 

There was an art teacher who brought in many of her own loose watercolors for her students to work on and alter, but there was a grief surrounding them.  She had cropped them to squares because her husband had died and he had been in all of the paintings and she didn't want her students to see that part of her.

Back to last night:

I ended up being separate from the group in the back of a truck in Africa with many Africans 

Going somewhere.

We were stopped by an ambulance

But determined that the boy on the mattress in our truck 

With some unnamed ailment

Would get help faster without ems interference.

We were running from something.

We got out of the truck into someone's house and hid as best we could.  I was with a little girl. As we hid, I found some beads for a piercing decoration that someone else had left behind.

I started to take them

But left them, realizing that 

The person might come back

Or the person was caught by the bad guys and that this was a sign.

After the "all clear"

I was caught and humiliated by the nameless bad guy.  

I think everyone else got away.  

He made me read and comment on programs/brochures about ballet movies 

As his staff looked on.

There was also a part about a young man overcoming his violence,

Resisting the allure of an evil temptress,

And doing his childhood mentor 

(Which happened to be a sort of flower with a gnome face that pops up when you least expect it) proud

All at this party inside a building made of psychedelic mushrooms (not the drugs haha)

There was this part where a boy was standing in the water with his mother and crying on her shoulder with a time lapse, so it shows him growing up and continuing to cry on her shoulder

(I think because the government made him go deaf or something). But then he is healed somehow and all of a sudden the mother is crying on his shoulder because he must go and avenge the government. There is something about airplanes and terroristic plots.

He grew up in a golden-yellow landscape. 

Somehow the airplane scandal may have led to falling into water which led to the pond scene. 

I am uncertain. 

Maybe this is why I don't read books that much anymore.

They make too much sense.