Don’t know why I feel compelled to write down this dream, but it was weird.
I was in a big city, a rather old city. Lots of old structures, buildings crowded upon each other…very European looking. I was wandering through these buildings, which had very few people in them. There wasn’t any power, and cell phones weren’t working either. I was trying to find my way through these buildings when I came upon Pope John Paul II. The older, frail JPII. He was sitting in the darkness, meditating and praying. It was like he was other-worldly…I didn’t want to disturb him, but could sense he knew of my presence. But talking with God couldn’t be interrupted, of course!
So I went outside the building, and could see a great mass of water starting to come up the empty streets. It was a coastal city, and the ocean was flooding in. I prayed to God to stop the water, and it almost instantly receded. I continued my search of the buildings. I was searching for items to use in trying to flee the city, and was cursing not having a bug-out-bag. I had to exit a building again in my search, and could see that the flooding had begun again. I prayed some more, and this time the water froze over. I hurried into the next building, wanting to find the items I needed. In particular I needed a light-weight pot I could use to boil water. I entered into a residence, which one could tell that it had been vacated quickly. The kitchen sink was piled high with dishes, and I hurried to it to find a pot. There were bugs and maggots in the filthy mess, but I did see a pot I could use. I reached in to grab it with my left hand and this unfamiliar green bug (looking like a large mosquito larva) jumped up and burrowed under the nail of my middle finger. It hurt and burned like hell, and I could see tiny worm-like creatures travelling under the skin of my hand and forearm. I ran out of the building, anxious to get home where I could get my prescription of doxycycline. Why I had a full bottle, I don’t know. I had a prescription once when the doctor thought I had Lyme disease. But anyway, as I ran to my car, I could squeeze my arm with my other hand, and run it to my fingertips, and the little worm-like parasites would fall out from under my nails, but there was always more there.
I finally found my car, but couldn’t find my way out of the city. I was in Italy, and couldn’t read the damn street signs. And so my dream ended with me trying to get home, driving in a panic and trying to squeeze the parasites out of my arm.
And like I said in my previous post, I promise I had nothing to drink before going to bed. No drugs either. Just my effed-up mind, taking me to crazy places.