Dream #301: Seattle’s Volcano
02.02.2012 § Leave a comment
I’m lost a maze constituted by the sections of hallway just outside the various rooms in which I grew up. I feel like I should remember at least one of the three stairways up and out.
It’s mid morning and we’re watching Seattle’s volcano begin to erupt from a vista point across a crystal clear lake, sitting on top of our cars in the museum parking lot. The group votes to flee when the explosion gets really big, though I remain insistent that it’s unnecessary; I was here last year and we did have to flee, but it was a much much bigger explosion and the magma only barely made it across the lake. I let everyone else drive off then try to find my way back inside the museum. The counter lady tells me that tickets are sold inside. She assumes I won’t try to sneak in the side way.