Date of dream: Saturday, May 31, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent? No
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My (waking life) husband has set up a stall for selling art on a busy little street in a bohemian neighborhood where others sell their wares as well. I look at his things, which mostly include elaborate paper cuttings collaged in three dimensional ways. There is one small 5x7 piece of an abstract lion striding through dry grass, the grass represented by wavy pieces of cut paper. I walk down the sidewalk, looking at the stalls of the other street artists and thinking to myself that G's work fits in well here. At the end of the block, I turn the corner and find a dead-end street where people I seem to remember in the dream have set up their booth. It is a man and his wife; he looks like a bright eyed young American boy and his wife is of Mexican heritage with thick black hair and dark eyes. She is heavily pregnant and her young husband tenderly touches her round belly with a gentle hand. I turn away, uncomfortable at witnessing such an intimate moment. I walk back the way I had come, happy that we've found a place here among these people that I think I will like very much.
A shift in time and I'm walking with Rae and G. At least, I'm walking, they both have cross country skis on and they begin to ski down a dirt path that leads around a corner. To the right is a hill covered with shrubs and greenery, to our left the hill drops off into a wide ravine that has a shining river coursing through it. As they ski around the bend in the path, flower petals from an unknown tree flutter down and partially fill the road. I laugh and think that it's grand to ski on the petals. I pretend that I'm skiing, too. There are ski pole marks in the dirt, and footprints that I recognize as the tracks of the skiis (this makes sense in the dream). Andy, who in the dream appears as about 10 years old, runs ahead of us along the path. He's come out of nowhere literally, and I wonder that I didn't see him before. I catch up to Rae, who's having a little trouble with her ski poles, the points of them seem to be stuck in the ground. I stand behind her and support her with my hands under her arms and she leans backwards into me, we're laughing and goofing around. Our stance is precarious and her skis slide apart further unbalancing us. She begins to fall just as a tall boy with dark hair falling into his eyes rounds the corner and collides with her skiis. There is a sense of destiny, overarching importance and I know Rae will fall in love with this boy.
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Date of dream: Thursday, May 29, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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Another night of tiny little snippets:
I walked through the wide nondescript halls of a hotel. There was a group preparing for a birthday party that I passed by. As I walked past, a trio of helium balloons attached itself to my hair by static electricity. It hurt a little bit and as it was at the back of my head, I couldn't see to disentangle it. I asked a young girl for help and she seemed curiously disinclined to help me. I told her that the balloons belonged to her group, and anyways, I couldn't see them otherwise I'd do it myself!
I needed to get to a lower floor of the hotel and saw that the elevators had quite a crowd around them. A door leading to the stairwell was right nearby, I could take the stairs maybe. I dismissed that idea because of the cart I was pushing....I needed the elevator (curiously, there was no cart). I mingled into the group waiting for the elevators, I could see how some of the people who'd been waiting longer were a little agitated by all the newcomers, thinking they'd lose their place in line. I stood carefully back, willing to wait for the two or three turns necessary to load all these folks into elevator cars. At first when the elevators opened, people would rush up and try to wedge their way into the elevator even as other people were departing it. To my delight and surprise, quite soon the half of the crowd I was in (there were two banks of elevators and we'd naturally split off into two waiting groups) had formed themselves into two rows to wait for a turn in the elevator. As the car opened on our floor, the two lines would stand to each side of the opened doors and wait for the passengers inside to depart. Those passengers had a clear exit and could make their way off the car easily and without a crush. Then, the waiting passengers filed into the open car in an orderly fashion until there was no more room and the rest of us waited. I glanced over to the other crowd around the other elevator and saw that they were beginning to form themselves into two orderly rows like we had. What a nice solution! I looked ahead and thought that perhaps in one or two more turns I would be able to ride the elevator down. Nice!
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My grandmother and I were riding a train over the state line of Indiana. We didn't talk much, but we were happy to be together. I remembered that she had died of congestive heart failure and I saw myself in the distant future, dying the same way. In the vision, I was rather poor and had to rely on the charity of the hospital along with some help from my daughter Anna.
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I wrote a song, complete with lyrics, and went over it a few times in my head thinking to myself that surely I'd be able to play this when I woke up. I wasn't exactly lucid, and maybe wasn't even exactly dreaming, I don't know what that was. Sure enough, when I was actually awake, I couldnt' recall the song at all.
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My sister was vacuuming my bedroom floor. In her arms she was holding a baby and for some reason I made a move as though to frighten the baby. As soon as I did this, I saw that the baby was someone different from whom I'd thought. (I'd thought the baby was a strange creature with longish auburn hair, but instead it was a sweet baby boy with a bald head.)
I told my sister a funny story about how the baby had pretended to put deodorant on earlier. This was a dream memory of an entire dream that I can vaguely recall....not sure if it was an actual dream or merely a dream memory of a dream. I noticed the vacuum cleaner had a funny sound to it and saw there were little wisps of sawdust flying around the bag. I turned it over to see if the brushes were revolving properly, they were.
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Date of dream: Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Level of Lucidity: N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No
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I'm not exactly sure the order of events (I'm going through one of those dry dream cycles of little recall), but the dream involved flying around inside of a building. There was a large atrium in the middle and that's where I flew. The building seemed to be a sort of school, a boarding school where we all lived.
I could fly by virtue of a special navy blue smock I owned. I felt mildly upset that I couldn't fly without it, and at one point panicked that it seemed to be missing. It turned out to be tied around my waist. Something I was responsible for was rescuing people, since I was the only one that could fly it seemed to fall to me to do it. Near the end of the dream I was flying outdoors over a lake and a sand beach. There was something about a boy with unusual teeth.
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