From the Dream Journal, March 7, 2002

 

ME AND MY AVATARS

This dream seemed set in a science-fictional future. When I start remembering it, I am running against the current of people as school is letting out, going back in to get things left behind. There is a notebook, a backpack, and a visit to a locker. But as I leave, I realize I am also recognizing and gathering "avatar" friends who should accompany me. There are at least three inside who follow me and more are waiting outside.

Outside I get the feeling we shouldn't get on the bus (I'm not sure which to take, anyway) and decide we'll have to walk home. But in the parking lot we find an old-fashioned looking open-topped red car with a girl waving at us; there are several others with her, all avatars as it turns out. This car I recognize is mine and we all try to fit in, with me driving. Among the avatars: at least three guys, a girl, a robot, an animal, and a tall blue fellow. At the last minute Mike and John join us.

I start the car up and it begins to rise, hovering. We slowly and unsteadily gain altitude, to the amazement of those around us. When we hit a cruising height I look behind us and see a squad of flying police cars approaching and I know instinctively that they're after us. We all feel they are an annoyance rather than a danger. So we peel out to avoid them.  We head off to the city.

I consider first going home, but Mike says Mom and Pop are out on the moon, visiting. So we decide to look for somewhere we can rest and plan what to do. Mike asks testily if we are flying high enough to be out of danger, and I take a particular look at where we are. The city is very "futuristic," with tall buildings, lots of wires, and beam bridges to slow air traffic. I decide to take the car higher.

The next instant we are at what the car's computer voice announces is "Fearfully High. Oxygen masks are engaged." We are hanging upside down in an open-topped car at a height where you can see the curve of the earth. After a moment of disorientation we get settled again, and start heading down.

A small figure approaches us, and it turns out to be young Goku (also an avatar) on the Flying Nimbus. "Oh, there you are," he says. "Is he in on all this?" Mike asks.

We get to an apartment in the city where we can talk and rest in peace. The avatars are all walking around the room and for the first time I can really look at them and think about them. I realize they are all expressions or parts of my personality, and to have them externalized is very revealing and a little embarrassing, yet I feel close to them as family, and know I can rely on them.