November 22, 2005 - Zipblock Bag Full of Important Stuff

I am somewhere near an urban shore area. Like on a lake or ocean, with rocks and cliffs that run right up to the water, but which are also accessible from the center of the city. Reminiscent of the bridge that we scubaed under in Florida, combined with the lakeshore in Milwaukee and parts of lower Manhattan, like Battery Park.

I have put all of my important belongings in a big Ziplock bag, reminiscent of the bags that I kept my toothbrush and shampoo in for Ucross, but also of the little orangish cloth bag that I used for the car. In fact, now that I think about it, the color of the rocks in the dream is the same as that little cloth bag. Anyway, all of my important things are in this ziplock bag – wallet, keys, phone, and many other things.

For some reason I have lost this bag, but know the man who has it. I don’t know who he is, or remember anything much about him other than that he has dark hair (?) and seems unstable. I finally find him on the aforementioned orangish rocks right near a deep inlet. I don’t think I can see them, but I know that all of my things have been dumped in the water. I’m angry and ask him why he did that, and he replies that he needed the bag to hold all of his blood. I don’t see the bag anywhere, but I know that he has emptied all of the blood from his body into the ziplock bag.

He leaves and I dive into the water and begin retrieving all of my things, which are resting on the bottom of the ocean/lake floor. I don’t recall the sensation of being able to breathe underwater, but it is remarkably easy to swim around on the bottom and see everything that is down there.