Date of dream: Thursday, January 18, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
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My father was throwing some type of a business meeting/party at our house. The guests were sitting
around in a circle while we mowed and cleaned. There was a loud platform lift/elevator next to the
stairs that my father was using. It was supposed to be for the painter who used to live there. (The
painter was supposedly Cassius Marcellus Coolidge, the man who painted Dogs Playing Poker). I asked
my father who the painter was, and he said President Wilbur. Up on the landing upstairs there was
also some sort of a wooden swing or birdcage overhanging the Great Room. I was sitting in this
wooden structure, but parts of it kept breaking, causing me to fall down a story next to where the
circle of business-people were talking. I came back upstairs and sat in it a second time, only to
again fall down and land on my feet (but not hurt myself).
At another part of the dream, our house turned into some sort of an old town, and there was a famous
old apartment. The apartment looked different than all the others in the area, and it was the only
one that hadn't been altered. The apartment was apparently ideal for dogs, with lots of small
tunnels and rooms for the dogs to play in. One of the guys that was at my fathers business meeting
talked to me about the apartment, and said how it must not be difficult to find someone to lease it
out. It was called "The twenties apartment on 500 avenue" or something similar, corresponding to the
number on the door.
Additional Comments:
This dream was recorded at 11:04 am. I watched Mozart and the Whale last night, and there is a
birdcage in that movie.
Date of dream: Monday, January 15, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
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My family and I ordered some food from a restaurant and took it back to my old apartment in
Bloomington. We were going to order the food off the internet, but my dad said that he didn't trust
ordering food off of the internet. His reasoning for this was because they didn't hire as smart of
people to work for the internet store as they do in real stores. He said the people who work in real
stores have to be smarter because they have to interact with people, and he feared ordering off of
the internet would risk having them screw up his order. When we got back to the apartment, we
started eating on my front porch. There was a young boy there with us who was eating some sort of
candy, like nerds. He kept dropping the wrappers onto the sidewalk below, and when he went down to
pick up the wrappers I reached my hand down to throw them away for him. When we were done eating, we
were heading inside my apartment when my mother noticed three black men running across the street to
another apartment. She asked me if they were wearing her pants, and I sarcastically replied "yeah,
mom, yeah"... I told her no, that they were wearing sweatpants. To this, she replied "oh".
Additional Comments:
This dream was recorded at 11:04 am. I think this is the first dream I have had at my old apartment
since I moved out of there in August 2006.
