Dream Catcher

I've been going to sleep incredibly late lately,almost early, between four and five. In consequence, I'm guessing (because I can't figure out any other reason why) I've been having incredibly strange, vivid dreams.

Last night, I dreamed that I was in the San Francisco, California area for Pesach with my extended family. It was the first night of Pesach, although it was daytime, and we were all outside our hotel hanging out and getting ready for the seder, which would be in the next room. Suddenly, there was a huge explosive sound, and we saw a space-ship flying through the air, leaving a thick trail of black smoke. "Oh," my father said, "that's the new space-ship". So then I wasn't worried, because I knew it was planned, and was going into space. But then the space-ship skewed off course and the bottom part fell off, and into the hills above our view. The top of the space-ship made it into space though. Suddenly, there was a nother, huge explosive sound, and an entire house, or housing complex, flew into the air. This was a couple of hills away.

I decided that I wanted to see this, even though it was the night of Pesach, and we had just started the Seder. So I walked away, and followed these paths that went between and through streets and constantly kept going up the hill. After one big street, I came to a winding path and there was an old man on the path, coming down. There wasn't room for both of us, so I moved to the side as best I could, climbing on rocks to do so. The old man made a comment about how the cars ruined the city, and how it was so hard to get around anymore. "At least," I said, "they have these walkways. I think they're really great." "Yes," the old man said, "they are really great." And I couldn't tell whether he just wanted to agree with me or whether he really agreed with me.

I kept walking up the path, which had by the time I met the old man begun to zig zag. Suddenly, I was through some barrier and could see all the hills around me, but then, suddenly, I was also incredibly afraid of heights. For some reason, the path ahead seemed incredibly jagged, and I couldn't take a step forward. I just couldn't take a step forward. So I turned around and went back.

By the time I got back, the whole Magid part of the Seder was over, and the family had, in fact, moved rooms, or I had been confused about where they had been before and they were actually at an adjoining room. I went in, and everyone in my immediate family looked disappointed. They were all either eating the meal or were done. Then they were going visiting. There were two troops of visitors. The first, stopped not so far away at a very vertical street, almost at a 90 degree angle, and they took a van I think, one of my cousin's and I (I remember who, but in the interest of privacy am not saying) took a scotter - he was driving, and I was behind him, to his or her friend's hotel. I remember getting there, and we went inside the hotel, and it was a lot lower class than the hotel we were staying at. The hallways were thin and the lighting was dim. And there were a lot of people there. We went down a hallway and turned right, to the elevator bank, and then my cousin gave me a wink and gently tapped the elevator button so the light turned on. Then it turned out that next to the elevator bank there was a semi-large foyer or living area, where people were gathered, to read Megillat Esther, before it was read in the morning. I was thinking that there was something wrong about this and then I woke up.

Just one comment - although there are many I'd like to make. The winding paths, while reminding me, in my dream of San Francisco, reminds me now of Jerusalem, and walking to my cousin's house there through Rechavya.