Dream

Posted on July 27, 2011 in Dreams

I’m riding a bike along a winding mountain road when I round a bend and find an accident. A burnt tractor and an SUV have collided, blocking the way. A fire flickers on the slope beneath them. I pull out my cell phone and call 911. The operator wants to know where I am, so I pull out my GPS and give them the coordinates. When the fire truck arrives, I realize that they will block the way for some time, so I look for another way. There’s a road that leads around the hill. I find my way to it. A man tells me that I can reach the road following a particular path, but he can’t give me permission to cross a Latina woman’s property. I meet her at a white-painted wrought-iron gate. She allows me through, smiling at me as I nod to her daughters.

The dream fades to another scenario in which I am involved in a Civil War battle. We defeat the rebels, but at the cost of my captain’s ability to walk. What battle is this? I wonder. It turns out to be the capture of New Orleans. I meet several mulattoes with their escorts near the river. As I turn away, they begin sneering at me and at the troops. “Beast” Butler declares that any woman offending against a Union officer will be treated “as a woman of the town plying her profession”. I go off to find food.