HAZ Dreams

[hippiepunkpirate]

Ever have dreams (the ones when sleeping) involving HAZ? I do.

Example: Last night I dreamed that I went away on vacation and when I returned, I found that Jeff MacE had broken into my house and left my a stack of books about photography and hiking. I was very happy until I woke up and realized it was all a dream. You owe me a stack of books, Jeff.

[JimmyLyding]

Skateboard, bad haircut, old girlfriend, and an old term of endearment. And an old car! Man, that old car pumpkined!

The craziest pumpkin are the Hawai'i-driven dreams. Some of you (Liz from the White Mtns., you know what I'm referring to) know about how crazy the spiritual stuff re: the Islands are.
I started to become an atheist as I grew older, but also started to see and feel more and more "things" after my auntie passed away in the ocean off of Maui. My aunt was snorkelling off of Maui (where she had lived since 1972) with her best friends and humpback whales when she passed away the same day some of us had hiked Mount Kimball in 2009. My mom (also born-and-raised in the Islands) left a bunch of VMs for me that I got when we were back on the road, and I've felt things ever since then. It's absolutely crazy.

When I read about the possible tsunami heading towards Hawai'i, and thought about our great family friends who live on the north shore of Maui, I felt it. When my uncle (my aunt's common-law husband) died in a major house fire, I felt it. Big Time. When my bruddahs were on Maui having a heart-to-heart on the beach when I was taking a statistics final, I felt it. Hiking through the Haleakala crater with my best friend after the best (and most libidnous) week of my life....I felt it. "It." The previous week I hung out with my best friend's girlfriend's girlfriend, and it was nothing more than the Islands. I hadn't spent time with my best friend for years, and that vacation fell out of the sky. Maybe it's just the Islands?

Every time it was like a wave of wind washing over me that was both hot and cold at the same time. It made me not only somewhat scared, but excited as well. It made me want to communicate with good friends as if something wanted me to share emotion, memories, or I don't know what. I know that I'm closest to my father when I'm on some trail or the top of a mountain. That's where he wanted to be.

I remember reaching the summit of some mountain, and thinking that's where I was closest to my late father. I remember walking along a beach where my mom & her family grew up, and just knowing that's where she grew up. The "family plot" off of Maui where my ashes will hopefully be scattered has just started to hit me, but I'm sure it will gain in importance as I get older.

The craziest, most enjoyable place I think of my family...or dream of while being awake is on my late auntie's deck. In Kula, Maui about 3,000 feet-above-sea-level, and with views from Lanai to Molokai, and over the top of the West Maui Mountains with green flashes almost every sundown, and always there with friends and family.

However, being touched by one's ancestors and relatives after they have gone on to look after you is a feeling like no other.

[azbackpackr]

Not too exciting but while camped at the Garfias TH... I had a dream Pappa Bartel hadn't been on the site for a long time and his pm's were unread. So I found out where he lived, went to his house and broke in. It looked like someone had left in a hurry and there was some "contraband" in his clothes strewn room so I left. Then I got to thinking, it was a huge house with a big yard even though it was in Sun City and all the bland decor the same, so I went back thinking I could just live there since he wasn't. While there someone came to the door and I told them I was the owner of the house. She said,"I doubt it because I'm Joe's sister." Awkward.
She told me a girl close to him had died and he left to start another hike site/community in another state but she didn't know where.
Then her boyfriend showed up and didn't like what we were doing but I woke up before he hurt me.

That is just friggin' goofy enough to where I know you didn't make it up, you are repeating your actual dream, huh?

I no longer seem to remember any of my dreams. Maybe very occasionally I will wake up and remember one. Weird, because I used to remember them all the time.

[azbackpackr]

@Jim Lyding
I have had some experiences like that but not lately. Lately, over the past few months, I have taken up a specific type of twice-daily meditation, which I had let slide for years, being "too busy" to bother with it. One thing that is happening as a result of this regular meditation is that I am calmer and have "bliss attacks" occasionally. Usually it happens when I am driving, I can get into a mode where I am feeling really relaxed and have this incredible feeling of well-being. It can also happen while hiking or biking, but I have not had time to do that lately. I think that once I get more used to river-running it could happen there, but on Sat. when I tried white water kayaking in a very technical hardshell boat for the first time ever, I was on edge, scared, but enjoying it, too, but too edgy to have a bliss attack.

In 1980, in Hawaii, when my dad passed away, my mom called me on the phone from the hospital to tell me. I was working in a restaurant in Kona, up mauka a short distance from Kailua. I left the restaurant and walked down the hill to my mother's house. As I walked down the steep hill, I was looking out over a broad view of the ocean and I intensely felt my dad go flying free from his body that had not been working well for a long time. After he had had a stroke in 1977, his body was like a big weight on his soul. I told my mom about it. She also had a similar experience. Like he was free now. We both felt it very strongly.

[JimmyLyding]

Cool, Liz.
Come to California, and you won't have any "bliss attacks" while driving!

[azbackpackr]

Well, you never know! It's my home state. I think about it a lot. 4th generation, you know? In 1857 my great-grandmother and grandfather sailed from New York, and went around Cape Horn, in a sailing ship. They had their baby with them, the first of 12 children. The voyage took about 5 months. They sailed into San Francisco Bay and settled in SF.

Other great-grandparents are buried in San Pascual Valley, just past the San Diego Wild Animal Park. There's an old cemetery on the hill. I took my kids and granddaughter there a year or so ago to see it.

[chumley]

Ever have dreams (the ones when sleeping) involving HAZ? I do.

I was driving my truck on the Young Road through Pleasant Valley after a big snowstorm, and Joe Bartels was riding along. Then we got out to hike in the snow ('cause Joe loves the cold?) and ended up hitting a fence line with a sign warning of possible nudists in the area.

Not sure if I spend too much time here, or just need to ease up on the drugs ;) , but that was a mildly disturbing way to start my new year!

[PatrickL]

Had a dream Joe posted a triplog for 8 consecutive Camelback summits, only to realize it was a drowsy reality.

[AZLumberjack]

Ever have dreams (the ones when sleeping) involving HAZ? I do.

You must have been dreaming up a good one when you came up this this idea.