“Common sense insists that we are awake and not dreaming. But the problem is HOW do we know this? … Carroll later wrestled with the problem in his book Sylvie and Bruno, in which the narrator shuttles back and forth mysteriously between dream and real worlds: ‘So either I have been dreaming about Sylvie,” he says to himself in the novel, ” and this is not reality. Or else I’ve really been with Sylvie, and this is a dream! Is life a dream, I wonder?’ “ Hugh Curtler – ‘Are We Dreaming?‘ March 2017
Between Rivas and Limon Nicaragua
An early-December dream entangled itself in my waking hours – and lingered for over a month. The dream sifted through my wakefulness, and I wondered if trouble was brewing for Central America.
I had been dreaming of Nicaragua. Of living in a cozy attic apartment not far from the Costa Rica border, yet in a wild and rural area. In the dream I was interacting with friends that I do not know in this present life. Returning home just before the last of the natural light merged with the night, I spotted a military helicopter sinking low in the distance – as if about to land.
(Helicopter photo taken near Jama Ecuador)
‘Oh no,’ I thought (in my dream) ‘I’m not sure what is happening, but it’s not good.’
Almost immediately the local airport was barricaded – no planes could land or depart. I instinctively knew that I should leave immediately. I knew that all borders would be closed, and that my passport would be worthless – and perhaps even a liability.
In the dream, someone had just paid me for a painting in a strange type of currency. Under the cloak of darkness and with money in my pocket, I headed for the mangroves, a place worthy of hiding until I formed a plan for sneaking to safety in Costa Rica. (Growing up along the Mississippi River gave me great survival skills!)
I often visited that area of Nicaragua when I lived in Costa Rica. The people were friendly, and I never felt in danger or threatened. I could throw on brakes and rest for a week, and the cost was extremely low for food and lodging. Why – after an absence of nine years – was I dreaming of Nicaragua?
View of Isla Ometepe Nicaragua
San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua
Between Rivas and the Costa Rica border
I’ve followed the news/stories of the crisis which started last year, and have heard first-hand reports from friends and new contacts. People fear sharing many of the stories, which might place their lives in danger. I wondered if I should take my dream seriously. Was even-greater trouble brewing in Nicaragua?
Waiting for the ferry to Isla Ometepe
In late December, my Ecuadorian neighbor asked, “Do you remember that dream you told me about?” Continue reading