Date of dream: Saturday, September 29, 2007
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I was Sammy Davis Jr. First I was eating some chocolate cake. The name of the kind of cake was,
apparently, 'GONE'.
Then I was walking down a long stationary parade of soldiers, indoors. They were waiting to go
through some gate. Every now and then I would see someone online that I knew and then I'd have the
chance to do one of those Sammy greetings!
Date of dream: Friday, September 28, 2007
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I am watching a metallurgist welding a sculpture. The sculpture has various flat pieces, all different
shapes, with spaces in between. Not sure how it's all connected. The edge of the pieces form a clean
rectangle, maybe 3 feet by 2.
He tips the whole thing upright. The metal center rectangle is in a very wide wooden frame. The frame
has gift boxes, like presents, stuck on all around the perimeter. The boxes have greeting cards on
them which have been signed either very hastily, or very sketchily, like maybe by kids with crayons...
Date of dream: Thursday, September 27, 2007
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Yesterday's dream: about a half white/half Lakota rancher. [I spent some time up in his wilderness
many moons ago. we just recently got back in touch.] He shows me a big cavity in one of his teeth,
apparently from chewing gum?! [Not likely at all.] I'm stretching out some taffy-like chewing gum in
front of him, just to demonstrate the 'evils' of it.
[I woke up thinking that if you're at the bottom of society, no matter how good you are at the barter
system, it usually dead ends when you get to dental work, cuz those damn dentists demand cash not
services.]
Today's dream: I am in the house I lived in as a young teen. It's just me and my Mum. Dad doesnt'
seem to be in the picture. I am in the living room and I hear voices coming up through a dream grate
that opens down on the basement. Men's voices. It sounds like a real estate agent's tour with a
prospective client. Mum says she just started looking for places.
I become aware that she and I now have only two weeks left before we have to move out. Uh oh!
Moving to France. [which I did in real life when I was 14.]
