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Contacting Michibou

Date of dream: Wednesday, October 30, 2002

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I had, the other night, what seemed to me to be a meaningful dream about a moderator on a website I frequent, named "Michibou." (The moderator, not the website.) I use the spelling I prefer; it may actually have been spelled "Michabo," and probably was, but I prefer "Michibou." "Michibou," as you may or may not know, is the name of the Algonquin rabbit creator god--the Great Rabbit, the same as Manabozho. Mackinac Island was his dwelling place. In my dream there was a moderator on the website by that name, and I was very excited on learning this. I wanted to contact them...I feel it was a her, or they were gender ambiguous. It didn't matter. I just wanted to get in touch. I felt I could learn things from this person. Well, I discovered, from looking at their portfolio, that they had deleted all or most of their stuff long ago, and apparently hadn't been onsite in ages. :( I was so crushed. I remember peering into a jug of water...you know those translucent jugs for holding water for storage? Squarish things? I looked into one and saw blue water swirling within (blue=the color the moderators on this site are represented by), and looked for things floating in it, but I'm not sure if I saw any; this represented the empty, abandoned state of the mod's portfolio. But then I thought to myself, I recently wrote to another user who hadn't updated their items in quite a while, and they responded promptly (in real life). What if Michibou is still around somewhere, just waiting for me to contact them? And that lifted my spirits. Straightaway I decided to contact Michibou.

Now this dream may seem completely inane to you, but to me it left me with some kind of feeling. Like it meant something. I would not be here typing it up, otherwise.

In Search Of Roman Polanski

Date of dream: Wednesday, October 30, 2002

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I did not take good notes for this dream, so all I have are some spare details.

Last night I fell asleep during the second half of the second episode of Cold Case Files, so I had a rather interesting dream concerning two old men traveling Europe in search of Roman Polanski, a giant bloody stain on a city street which passersby ignored and which I washed off with a hose, me walking along a steep dirt path with wobbling wooden fort walls, Sharon Tate, me eating something (I think), a spastic hamster or rat that I had to feed, and who knows what else, by now...DAMN! I know there was more to it that I can't recall anymore! *SIGH* Well, needless to say, it was all quite strange.

The Floor's Gonna Cave In!

Date of dream: Saturday, October 19, 2002

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent? No    

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I actually had a spinoff dream yesterday.

"Rooms Upon Rooms Upon Rooms, Oh My"

A couple of nights ago I had a dream I went upstairs into the other room and again it was clearer than usual, though it was in the process of being cleaned. I think I was looking for photos...was I doing that in the old dream? Stuff to scan. Anyway. In this dream I seem to remember yellow cloth or carpeting or something. I turned around to face the other way and there was a lot of clear space, but there was a mattress and a couch and such, furniture, piled in the middle of the room. Meaning the room was a lot bigger than in real life. And the floor was sloping downward, like it was collapsing. This was an old bad dream theme of mine, sloping floors in the upstairs of our house. I would slip on them and fear falling. I wasn't terrified in this dream, but I did walk carefully. I seemed to jump or stomp at one point, then was afraid that the pressure from the piled furniture would cause the floor to cave in. (In real life, Dad once claimed the top story of the house would cave in because of all the junk we've got piled up there.) So I walked carefully back to the higher part of the floor, near the window. There wasn't much more to that dream. I seem to think of stuffed animals, but can't be sure.