Dream Journal
Damon, Beth, B and I were driving together north to Fairbanks. We had stopped at a lodge to rest. I find myself wrapped in a towel walking through a common, shared area. An older gentleman calls for my assistance. He is bent over a table trying to identify something. I come over to him, tell him that I do not know what the object is, then leave to the bedroom.
B is already on his back under the thick, plush covers. I come to my side of the bed, kneel on the mattress, and remove my towel - feeling both daring for being naked in a public-like area, and very safe being in our bedroom with b. I scoot under the covers and wrap myself around him. I am instantly worried that the older gentleman had followed me into the bedroom. I ask B if he can tell if someone else is in the room. Because of the thick covers, he can’t see a thing. He gently pushes down the blankets and quilts so that he can better see the other side of the room.
Now we four are in our red car, pulling up to a small fishing dock. We are farther north, and the dock is covered in ice and slushy snow. Regardless, we drive right out onto the narrow dock and get out of the car. Damon tells us to not walk off of the end of the doc - even though it looks like thick ice, it may not be all that safe.
I walk towards the end of the dock and stop a few feet short. Under a portion of ice is a long, dark snake. It pokes its head out of a hole in the ice; I refuse to go any farther because I am scared of the snake. I am also baffled as to why no one else noticed the snake.
Despite his warning, I watch as Damon walks off the end of the dock. I then notice that B had moved the car so that only one of its wheels were on the dock - presumably to give us more room to stand on the dock. My brother Marty is pushing the car back up onto the dock. He has to lift the rear end of it to get it up onto the dock, but he manages to do this. I see that the rear rims are all bent and misshapen. I tell B that those rims were part of the reason the car wasn’t driving straight. He insists that it’s just a flat tire.
He and B stand a few feet from the end of the dock, and the snake backs out from underneath the ice towards Damon. I yell to Damon to be careful, but he insists that the snake is harmless. He says that the snake probably didn’t have any fangs left. As he’s finishing his sentence, the snake reaches over and bites the top of Damon’s right black boot.
Damon then understands that this snake is dangerous. He stomps on its head. It coils up, and Damon jumps up and down on its entire body, but the snake will not die. We walk up the dock back to the buildings. I see a mechanic jacking up our car with a special “two wheel jack”. It does not jack up two wheels at a time, but instead is specifically made for two wheeled vehicles. Since the car will take a while, we decide to go exploring.
We take the road south back the way we had come, passing a female construction worker, and happen across a small house. We enter, and there is a lady baking in the kitchen. She welcomes us in. B finds a bed and lies down because he is very tired. Beth and I stand by the bed talking to him when the ground starts shaking violently and a deep rumble comes from beneath our feet. There is also a glowing red light coming from the direction of the ocean.
Damon runs into the bedroom where the three of us are and exclaims that the volcano is going to erupt. We didn’t even know there was a volcano in the area, but that would explain all the rumbling and the glowing red color in the ocean. B’s bed has been jarred a few feet from the wall, and Beth crawls behind the headboard and sits down and hugs her knees. I go to the kitchen and ask the lady who is baking where the volcano is located. “Across the road,” she says, never pausing in her baking. She tells me that they have been due for another eruption for some time.
Damon and I flee from her house and see the volcano directly across the road. We had assumed the lady meant in that general direction, not that it was sitting on the other side of the road. We see that lava is already flowing over the road toward her house. We run as fast as we can back towards the car and the icy dock. We are traveling as though we were on a sled, but there is no apparatus aiding us in our travel.
Again we pass the female construction worker as her round metal station is being sucked into the earth. She is calm about finishing up her work before leaving, but we grab her anyway. We have to hop from her metal station to a rock on the hillside to a rock on the opposite side of the road in order to avoid all of the lava. At the same time, ice and show is falling from the mountain above. We sled down a steep hill into the area with the dock and our car.
Everything seems calm, and all the vegetation is a healthy green. The female construction worker bends over and picks up something white. She is so happy to have found this object that she cries. I run past her into one of the buildings - for a second I didn’t know which one I wanted. I open the door to an empty house with hardwood floors; all the lights were off. I call for my dogs, Lacey, another one, and Chilly. I keep calling, but hear no sound of dog feet on the hardwood floors.
All of a sudden, Lacey runs to me from one doorway, the other dog comes from the hallway, and Chilly comes up the stairs to meet me in the entry way. I sit down with all three of the dogs lined up licking my face. I was crying, so very happy that they were safe.