First Night

Dreamt I was in a kitchen with a giant cobalt blue beetle.  It was the size of a small dog.  It had something stuck in its eyes or across its face that it was trying to pull away with its front legs.  Suddenly it flew straight up in the air and swan dove backward, crashing onto the floor, where it quickly resumed its efforts to clear its eyes. 

It seemed frustrated, so I blew in its direction.  That seemed to help.  It stopped rubbing its face and looked at me, glossy black eyes blinking.  They were not insect eyes.  They looked like the eyes of a dog or maybe even a person.  There was a creepy intelligence in them. 

The beetle started scuttling at me.  I got scared and screamed, breaking up the dream.

Second Night

Dreamt I was in a classroom where the assignment was to paint a picture illustrating something or other, I forget what but something very mundane.  Instead of illustrating what I was supposed to illustrate, I was painting a picture of (get this) Atlantis rising in a surprising location.  I forget the location now, but wherever it was, it was the equivalent of Bayonne or Staten Island — someplace completely un-exotic and thoroughly paved over.

So I was trying to paint Atlantis rising, but I ended up painting an icy blue mountain with a long ridge sweeping down to the foreground of the picture.  Or more appropriately, you could say a long ridge sweeping up to a craggy snow-topped peak in the distance.

It was a painting composed entirely of pale blue and white.  But when the paint dried, the icy blue turned molten red.   My snow-topped mountain became a mountain of fire.

Third Night

Dreamt my husband and I were away for an extended family gathering.  It was morning and we were getting dressed in an unfamiliar room amid too many bags.  I looked in the mirror to do my hair and was surprised to see that I had dark brown hair with fat ringlet curls.  I couldn’t remember how my hair got this way.  Nevertheless, I went back to getting dressed.

I looked in the mirror again to put on mascara and saw a young Asian woman looking back at me.  At first I thought she was someone else, but she matched my every move as I applied mascara.  She was my reflection. 

Then we all went out on the beach where crowds of people were celebrating.  Everyone was hooting and cheering like it was the World Series and the ocean was the playing field. 

But gradually I realized that a shadow was crossing us, and then the day turned as night.  At first no one around me seemed to notice, so I started pointing it out.  Hey, why is it dark as night at noon?!

Others were indeed noticing it, but most were still hooting in celebration.  I looked at the sky.  It was roiling with black clouds, black like smoke, with a fiery red wound in the middle.  Then hail came raining down on us.  We were trying to gather our (too many) bags and race to the car when the dream evaporated.