Date of dream: Tuesday, February 26, 2002
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
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My brother and his wife and I were down south, touring some city. While we're there, though, I fall into some kind of
mental state where
I'm unable to think clearly. My brother and his wife put me in the hosptial, but then have to rush back home.
So I'm there alone. It's miserable in the hospital; but to make matters worse, the insurance company discharges me
while I'm still in this
dazed state of mind and puts me out on the street. I don't even know how to go to an ATM machine to get cash.
A week or so goes by (how do we sense that long periods of time go by in a dream?...there's not even a fade-out or a
fade-in like there'd
be in a movie to let you know that had happened.,,yet it's clear when much time has gone by). I'm still wandering on the
streets of this
strange city, destitute.
By chance, I bump into my brother and his wife and an old friend of mine from college, Carol M. They look very
uncomfortable on seeing
me.
"We came back to finish enjoying our vacation here," my sister-in-law says, "because we didn't really get to enjoy it last
time."
I'm about to tell them I need help, but it looks like that's exactly what they don't want to hear. And my brother gives me
a look like,
*You're on your own, brother, we can't take time away from our high-society social life, with all our high-caliber friends,
to assist you.*
The odd thing in this dream, too, is that this Carol M., in real life, was a very basic sort of person who didn't try to make
friends in high
places...besides being my friend back then, not theirs.
"Well, I'd better let you go," I say in a hurt tone of voice and look down. They quickly leave.
Feeling very wounded, I wander until I come to outdoor restaurant that has, out in front of it, whitewashed boards
supported on mud
bricks with sandwiches and cactus plants on them. It's called the Mesquite (something). The old woman who runs it
sees me (she's
sweeping), and comes over and asks if I'm hungry.
I take a soft dough sandwich on one of the boards with some kind of spicy bean filling, and can actually taste it in the
dream. It's
delicious.
"Can I work here for a while?" I ask. "I can sweep for you."
She says I can, and suddenly I feel safe. I notice there are paintings of the desert around, too, in pretty pastel tones. I
suddenly feel
very relieved to be here, and in such a calming atmosphere.
I wake up thinking my brother and his wife would never do that to me. But it is true, I have felt a little used by them
lately, because their
little kids are always yelling so loud I never get to tell them of all the tough things going on in my life...and then they're
off, with their friends for the evening.
Date of dream: Monday, February 25, 2002
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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My older brather and I have both had some kind of spinal injury, so that we're in the hospital together and unable to move. And both
feeling extremely miserable. But new research may help people with the kind of injury we've suffered; if microscopic samples of elbow
hair are analyzed, and it appears that the composition of the hair is a certain ratio of "good hair to bad hair"...there's a good chance of
complete recovery. One of the researchers is about to pluck one particularly long hair protruding from my elbow that has two large
specks of dandruff on it. (Why didn't I become lucid at that point? Elbows don't have any hair!}
Suddenly my brother comes catapulting through the air with a goofy smile on his face...and lands on the floor in a crumpled heap. I find
out that he asked someone to use his bed as a crude launcher, and send him flying so he could re-experience what it was like to move
freely through the air again. He didn't care if he got hurt when he landed. I scold him, and it does look like he's in some pain. But he
doesn't regret it at all; in fact, he seems amused that he upset all the nurses and doctors.
The dream changes; I'm with my friend M. at a large bridge that's been closed off for some reason that I can't remember now. But it's a
huge news story, and reporters are everywhere. We go to leave, but then I convince M. to go back with me so I can take pictures.
Coming up to a large column that's by the turnstiles that lead to the bridge, I spot my cousin A.
"I'm so glad you came back, Al!" she says to me, and gives me a hug. We talk about the bridge as I keep glancing over at the turnstiles,
wondering how I'm going to get through because they have police tape wrapped over them, blocking anyone from entering.
Date of dream: Friday, February 22, 2002
Level of Lucidity:
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There's a new guy at work who has some kind of mental problem. But everyone's kind of overlooking that because he's been putting on
impromptu shows where he takes off his shirt and cuts with a pair of scissors right down through the skin and muscle of his chest to the
bone...without shedding a drop of blood. Then he focuses and somehow makes it heal up again. The supervisor's coming, so he gets
everyone to follow him to another room so he can continue on with more cutting. I'm so grossed out, though, that I stay behind and
continue my work.
Later, I'm outside and an alien spaceship the size of a shoebox lands on a driveway. I'm alarmed at first, for there are two hefty little
guns mounted onto it. But suddenly my younger cat and some other cat from the neighborhood come racing into the driveway, hissing and
howling at the spaceship as if they sensed from quite a distance that there was something bad about it...or did they smell something
coming from it that stirred their reactions? I find myself suddenly defending the little ship from the two cats, for the second cat was
just about to bite into it when I pulled him/her away. And my little cat is trying to do the same thing.
The dream changes, and I'm walking out the front entrance to a house with two older women. I almost become lucid at that point, even
though it was the most normal part of the dream. The thought never entered my mind during the other bizarre parts of the dream that
things were too strange for me to question the reality of them.
I wake up.
