I have these odd serial dreams. Not dreams that do not make any sense, but another type of dream. These serial dreams are somewhat lucid dreams as I am aware I am in a dream.
Rather than trying to control these dreams I prefer to passively participate in them. I feel these types of dreams are special. I would rather see where the dream takes me, rather than try to control the dream.
In this dream I am in some area of a small city. Going by the dress, it is located in a desert area. The people are dressed as people I imagine dress in rural India or the Middle East. I know this is not taking place anywhere on this earth, or at least I doubt it is.
An odd thing about this type of dream is the dream seems to be a carefully scripted event. In this dream there is a Woman tending a fire in what would pass as porch space in a small cobblestone back street fenced in by houses.
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This little alcove is a combination of paved brick and cement on the ground. Almost as if the builder ran out of one material and finished up with a second.
There is a plastered tan wall about four feet high separating the alcove from a packed dirt lot behind the wall on the left. Where the wall ends there is a building of what would have been a garage in this reality. Whatever is on the right of that I do not pay attention to. There is an old dark wooden gate in the wall leading to the lot.
A Woman in a brown ankle length dress and dark hair is tending a small open fire. There are three Children here and two dogs, one dog larger than the other. The children range in age from about ten to thirteen or fourteen. The dogs look like mutts, and look unwashed and uncombed.
The largest dog is crusted in mud and gunk even though there is no mud in sight. The children have dirty hands and faces though their clothes and hair is clean. Their hair is about ear length, brown and unkempt.
The Woman starts talking to me in a friendly voice. She tells me the men will be here shortly, and I am to wait. The children move around, yet they feel more like stage actors than real children. The woman throws a few twigs on the fire which is already burning quite well.
The day is slightly flat looking or overcast. It is dry here. It is also warm. There is no food to cook near the fire, nor pan or pot. The dogs are somewhat friendly. I do not encourage them as they are crusted with mud and such, and I do not want it on my clothes.
The Children now start talking about the dogs wanting me to look at them closer. I ask if they are male and female. The middle child tells me they are both female. Then as one dog turns away from him, he reaches down under the dogs tail and grabs what looks like a penis. The boy tells me that all female dogs have this appendage. Then the boy says, “The ?? causes confusion to those not used to seeing it”, (somewhat like a female Hyena perhaps?).
Two men enter into the space on the other side of the wall from a building (home?) on the far side of the lot. I am told by the woman to go through the gate to join the men. The men are dressed in drab earth colored clothing. The first man one has an Egyptian type hat (Fez?) on his head. The second man has a sand colored turban on his head. Both men wear vests.
After a few seconds of idle talk one of the men asks me to sit, and offers a beat up well used wooden kitchen chair for me to sit in. When I sit, the man tells me the other man will begin shortly and I should be still.
As I am thinking to myself, ‘Begin what?’. Then the second Man stands behind me, places his hands with his ring fingers on my upper lip and his other fingers up on my nose, his hands stopping just below my eyes. His wrist are partially covering my ears making it hard to hear anything clearly.
He presses his index finders firmly on my upper lip and starts speaking in a loud voice. I can hear some of what he is saying, though he is not speaking English. He was making some sort of statement, not an asking or demanding tone. I did not understand a single word of what little I heard.
This only goes on for ten or so seconds and he removes his hands from my face. He then starts to walk away and the other man follows. After a few steps he pauses, turns and tells me, “Come back Sunday, and I will fix something else”. They both turn and continue walking away towards the building they came out of.
I go back through the gate to where the woman tending the fire is. She is very happy for me, but unclear about what happened and why she is so happy. The children are also happy, and the dogs are excited bouncing around and barking.
As I look at the woman still squatting by the fire, and the children, I notice the larger dog. Some of the muck on his front left side is coming loose. It falls off as a huge piece (like armor only it’s mud) falls to the ground. Seconds later so does the mud plate on the other side of the dog fall off. I can now see the dog is both well fed and well groomed. With the exception of the dogs head and legs, the dog’s coat is smooth and shiny.
The woman now looks like the cat that ate the canary. The children are not sure how to react, and become anxious. The woman breaks the awkwardness by telling me she is happy for me, and happy I have been asked back.
Perplexed, I thank her and the children, and walk back down the alleyway wondering what transpired and why the ruse? Everything seemed to be staged. There was no reason for the fire. There was no water anywhere, only dust from each step on the dirt. The dogs ‘mud’ suit falling off was curious as was the mud to begin with.
I know I have been here before in other dreams. I end up here by accident it seems. Always arriving on foot. Never arriving from the same trail as the previous time here. I never met and talked with anyone there other than a few formalities until this dream.
The houses are adobe looking homes. ALong a cliff are the same homes, built pueblo style. There are no stairs or ladders that I have seen. No windows either.
A gondola type system too odd to explain, but is how people move from the upper story homes to other parts of the city. Buildings containing shops are adobe also and built like groups of shops would be here on a city street.
In a previous dream about this place, I was curious and went into one of the shops. Everything for sale was of a simple primitive nature, bows, arrows, clay pots and such. There was clothing for sale, mostly earth colored and simple of design.
Many trinkets for sale, mostly blue and red, and pieces of jewelry were arranged in bins. Under glass cases were worked metal necklaces with semi precious stones in them, and bracelets and bangles.
There were fruits too. Apples of several types and colors, and pears. For vegetables, there were green and yellow chili’s, and other varied vegetables I did not look at closely enough to identify. There was no meat, fish or fowl.
Where this is, and why I go here is a mystery. I hope to some day I learn the reason for these almost dreams. I have had other serial dreams in the past that came to a conclusion. These new serial dreams are interesting to ponder as these dreams have no connection except where I go, and I know I am dreaming.