Coyote's Den

I cannot really call this a dream... but close enough. More like a vision in an altered state... but I feel like it's a kind of followup to the Wolf Dream and Looking for Coyote Dreams.

Dream(?) Feb 1, 2001

Actually... I'm not sure that I could rightfully describe this as a dream... because I was awake, though not in normal consciousness, the whole time. If it's easier for you to think of this as a dream... be my guest . It felt like a sort of followup to my Coyote-dream of January 29, 2001, and the Wolf-Dream of April, 2000.

I was lying in bed... thinking about trying to continue the dream of a couple night past... and while I was sitting there, relaxed, with my eyes open even, I started to _see_ little bits and fragments of a landscape. I wasn't asleep, I was just kinda tranced out... so I focused on making it more "real". I knew, at first that if I moved, or even blinked, it would all go away. So I focused on it, until the vision solidified.

First there was a great pillar of rock above me. It grew higher and higher, and the area around became clearer and clearer, until I knew I could just get up out of bed and walk into it. Finally, I did just that. I left my mortal shell behind and went walking in this weird place. There was something about it that was _similar_ to the realness that I once saw around Wolf. But not quite the same. It was as though there were yet a veil between me and that reality.

And this reality was somewhat volatile... the landscape developed before my eyes. It seemed that the longer I stood still, the larger the area became, so that the things I wished to investigate, which started out right by me, were now far away. And it seemed as though I was moving from the past, to the present. Things looked like they were aging and changing. At first, all I would have had to do was go right up the rock spire. But now, I had to walk around a ridge of rock that had risen from the sea.

When I first noticed I was near the sea, I said "Of course! How perfect! Here is the ocean, who I have missed so much!". Now I had to go around this ridge that had risen along the coast, to get around it so I could walk towards my destination. There was a spot where I had to go through the water a little... but here, instead of being clear and clean, the water was kinda mucky and dirty. I kept looking around to keep my bearings, making my way towards the first spire of rock I'd seen. Past the dirty water beach, I could see more groves of palm and palmetto trees (there were tropical plants everywhere!)... and just around an outcropping of rock... there was some kind of junky van or trailer! I was rather annoyed and disheartened to see that. It became apparent that there were people living nearby now. Around this time, the landscape became harder to hold onto, and I found myself back in my body.