I dreamed I was staying at my uncle’s house in Alaska. He wasn’t there – which is quite common when I go to visit him. I go to visit him and he says, “oh, nice to see you, I’ve got to go work, so, enjoy the place.” So I was there alone. Except then my mother showed up (my uncle’s sister). She was complaining about the cold and rain. And then there was a storm and the sea began to dig away at the “lower shed” which is right at sea level on the Port Saint Nicholas Fiord, where my uncle has built a dock. We watched the waves begin to destroy the shed, and my mother and I got into a discussion about global warming, while several panicked-looking wallabies tried to flee the rising waters. There aren’t normally wallabies in Alaska, but I suspect they’d followed my mother there into my dream. My uncle showed up in a helicopter (appropriate) and said “bah humbug” to global warming, even as his shed was being destroyed. This was all very realistic to their personalities. I just felt sad, and decided I needed to go back to Minnesota, but I couldn’t find my bag. Perhaps it had been in the destroyed shed?
Here is a picture I took from the door of the “lower shed” at my uncle’s in Alaska, taken in October of 2009.
