This was a very disjointed dream. Lots of scene jumps – for me at least. Overall it was very bright and colorful, though not very emotionally charged. I have a sense that it’s set in Chicago, IL (where I was born) along Lake Michigan. I found it interesting that this seemed to be set in my birthtown – a place we left when I was about 2 and a half years old.

It starts out on a pier of some sort. Lots of boats, some sailing, some motorized. It’s all very upscale or yuppyish. I’m just sort of taking in the scene.

Then it cuts to a driving scene. At times seems I’m riding a horse instead of driving, as I have no car around me, yet there is a speedometer. Another car is following me, in which is riding most of my immediate family (mother, father, brother, and younger of my two sisters). It’s a divided road and for some reason we leave the road and start driving in the VERY wide grass divider. It’s basically a park, people are walking, running, playing, etc. We’re cutting diagonally across, but not at a sharp angle, so it’s taking a while. Plus we have to weave in and out of people and even around a funeral and parts of a tree (i.e. more than just a branch, a good-sized chunk of one, leafless too, despite the summer season). The funeral is in view for a while, and I watched it as we passed. I had some concern that my family, in the other car, would have trouble keeping up, but they were fine. These are all sub-scenes, it’s not one continuous scene.

The scene shifts again. Now we’re walking up a tunnel, it’s wet, there are other people. The tunnel is fairly wide and there are little carts selling things. We reach a “T” which goes up to the left and continues on to the right, I think. At this junction, there’s a soap dispenser, which I use on my left (I think) hand, and then have to look for someplace to rinse my hand. Also, I am suddenly naked. I rinse my hand and the water is bitter cold. Then I walk to the left and find my clothes – some flannel shorts and a t-shirt – in a pile and partially soaked. I pull them on.

My brother inexplicably says: “I wish I had a telescope to show you guys stuff out here” (more or less). In my mind he’s referring to astronomical viewings, not the scenery. I find this very odd, since I’m the one that studied astronomy in grad school. He never had much interest in it, though when we were young he’d occasionally look at stuff with me in our backyard.

Another small shift and I’m looking for camera film. I find a slatted wooden box that is a sort of lost and found box, which contains a video camera but no 35mm film.

Then the dream ends.