Two Dreams

Last night I had two of the strangest dreams...

In the first, I was a passenger on a jet. There was a Japanese boy who was seated next to me. As the jet was getting ready to fly, he got up and told me he was going to go sit with his father. I looked out the window, and saw the ground slowly slipping away. Suddenly, the whine of the jets lost power, and we were landing again - like the pilot had aborted a takeoff. I can recall speaking to a person I had spoken with before takeoff (not the Japanese boy, but a middle-aged southern European man driving an old Volkswagen) about the aborted takeoff. We were supposed to fly to St. Petersburg, which was, for some reason, now situated on the coast of Nova Scotia, then on to Japan. But we never got there.

This dream then morphed into something a bit more disturbing. I was no longer in the dream, but an observer. I saw a mid-nineteenth century sailing vessel, and a young woman with dark hair was being thrown overboard. She was attached, somehow, to a large piece of wood or a log. As she thrashed about in the water, she reached up and carved some sort of symbol onto the back of her left hand with her right (it appeared her left hand was shackled to the log/wood). The symbol, which I never saw clearly (I can recall something that looked rectangular with some marks in the middle) seemed to be of incredible importance. Time passed, and it was obvious from the way her body lolled about that she was dead - her legs were covered with grotesque dark spots, like bruises. Then, suddenly, I'm on the coast of China, and a man is walking around in the surf, and he finds the log with the body attached.

I don't know what either of these may mean. You are welcome to offer your interpretations, or just to read and figure I ate that last slice of garlic chicken pizza too late last night.