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Little lost Draco

Morning of October 6, 1973. Saturday.

I am fairly certain that there are older versions of this dream but at any rate, it holds a sort of unusual "nostalgia" yet also rather distant, but clearly "fixed" in the "background noise" of my memory. October 6th, 1973 (had missed a couple days of school during the week before this Saturday - flu). I am still in fourth or fifth grade in my dream, yet somehow back in La Crosse, it seems, or some sort of strange composite of La Crosse and Arcadia (Wisconsin and Florida). It is late fall as in reality for the most part. (There is a false memory in my dream that I had the lizard as a pet when much younger while living in Wisconsin. I only had it in Florida when almost a teen.)

I am focused on one thing - trying to recover my lost pet draco volans. The flying lizard could have "flown" off like a bird, perhaps, but I am not fully focused (they cannot actually fly upwards like a bird). It would seem impossible to look under every leaf, of which there are thousands. The streets are mostly deserted. I get the impression it may have somehow been attracted to a fake gumball machine version north of where I am mostly exploring. I do get there, but there is no sign of life of any kind, really. I am only vaguely concerned about missing more school (though my dream was not actually on a school day as implied within my dream. By a strange coincidence, researching a bit more meticulously, I learned that there were eighty-six days left in the year from this date. "Eighty-six" means "getting rid of something").

There is very mild confusion regarding one of those Chinese fortune-telling fish that can curl up in your hand. I pick it up from near the curb and mourn for Draco. This is not my pet, though. My pet is a live lizard. It barely lasted a week in reality before somehow vanishing into...where? What would a draco lizard think of a Chinese fortune-telling fish? I am alone in my thoughts. I do not even see any cars going about on the streets. I walk by a laundromat. At least one dryer is going but there are no people in there, either. I do not really feel anything threatening about this absence of people in the main part of town.

My flying dragon will probably not return and I am close to accepting this and putting it behind me.

There may be a very loose connection between this and seeing myself as a "prehistoric chameleon" (Florida chameleon - they often came into the house in real life as the larger geckos do where we live now) embedded in a rock (as some sort of fossil) - with a sort of mossy and olive color, which was at the end of a dream where there had been an explosion on the sun - that part of my dream also reflected a strange sort of nostalgia as it flowed into a vivid hypnopompic state.

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