Psychedelic Seahorses

I’m in the backset of a large SUV. In the front passenger seat is a dear friend of mine, the truck is being driven by her husband.  We are going to pick up another friend at her home. We drive into an entrance that looks like the entrance to an underground parking garage. Instead of the ramp leading down, it leads up. It is very dark and all constructed of wood. There are dark stained planks on the floor, walls and ceiling. It is so dark, and feels like it just absorbs the light form the headlights, rather than lighting the way. Nonetheless, the vehicle slowly circles up and up until the space opens out.

We are parked in the kitchen of a woman’s house. It is constructed of the same dark wood, but there is more light here, one wall is glass. My friend gets out of the vehicle and goes to greet the woman, who is gathering her things from the counter. I also get out of the vehicle, say hello, then walk over to the wall that is all glass. I look out and see an idyllic lake. There are tidy little docks and boat shelters. People are pedalling around in pedal boats. As I watch, I can see not only the activity on the surface of the water, but also under the water. At first I’m not sure what I saw, a little streak of color moved through the water. A moment later, a much larger one, it seemed to fill the space from the bottom of the lake to the surface, it was moving much slower. I can clearly see that it is a large seahorse, nearly transparent, save a splash of bright colors over it’s belly. Several more also passed by, some large, some small, all headed in the same direction. Finally the last one passed, I waited a while longer by the glass, but no more appeared into view.

I woke up.

Kindergarten Cop

I am walking down a street in a gated community in Florida. There are tidy little bungalows with manicured lawns on either side of the street. I meet a friend and past colleague, a retired police officer. We stop and chat. He tells me he has something to show me, evidence from a case he was working on years ago when he was still on the force. I ask him why he still has evidence in his possession, he says the case was unsolved and he still works on it in his spare time.

He says it’s nearby. I walk with him through the streets of the community. I notice another former colleague at the front door of one of the bungalows. He looks like he is returning from playing tennis. We wave and keep walking. The street turns into a high school running track. The surface is red clay. I turn to my friend and tell him he’s moving well for his age, he’s probably up for a jog. He gives me a swat for being impudent, but we start jogging. I looks down and notice we both have bare feet, a moment longer and there is a thin layer of snow on the track. We continue running in bare feet, our footprints leave a striking trail of red against the white snow.

We arrive at a storage locker. My friend pulls a key from his pocket and opens the padlock. He rolls the door up, and a huge pile of toys appears. He starts sifting through the toys, muttering to himself, looking for something specific. I ask him if he used to be the Kindergarten Cop, or what? He glares at me, tells me this is important evidence, and disappears into the pile of toys.

I wake up.