Date of dream: Friday, November 30, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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(In the dream....)
I live in a flat that has been carved out of a grand old mansion. There are several families living here,
claiming rooms that have been parceled out of the huge home. I walk up a narrow staircase, brushing
my shoulder against the long strands of carved ivory that make up an artistic screen. The soft sound
of clicking is pleasant, and I happily make a mental note of it. Should anyone try to sneak up on me in
my home, they will have to pass through the ivory curtain and I'll hear the sounds it makes, thus
depriving them of their surprise attack.
Around an open corner of the staircase I can see down into the next level of the house. The tops of
intricate glass windows are visible next to the railing. I consciously don't look into the windows, not
wanting to intrude on the privacy of the family that gets to live in there. There is a tug at my soul, I
feel momentarily sorry for myself that I don't get to live in that nicer part of the house. I brush off the
feeling with a wave of gratitude for what I DO have. I get my key out and head for the locked door
behind which are my cozy rooms.
Date of dream: Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I watched as a large duck walked gingerly through a swampy field. The webs of it's foot were folded
together like an umbrella and it was using the middle stem much like a ballerina's toe shoe.
From high above I saw two fast moving bodies cutting through thick green algae. I heard a male voice
describing their speed and movements. I thought they were air boats at first, until I came lower and
lower and saw they were actually two swans, male and female. I was amazed at their speed and
grace.
Date of dream: Monday, November 26, 2007
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
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I was newly in love with a young man who was about to leave on a group trip with mutual friends. He
was walking down the stairs as I was walking up and we clasped hands as we passed, our touch
lingering as long as possible as we went our separate ways.
Inside the room upstairs, I cooked a cheeseburger for a girlfriend on an impossibly ancient stove. The
whole kitchen was disorganized and ill-kept. In the middle of telling my girlfriend about my new love, I
looked over at the huge black stove with rusted hinges and falling off knobs and said in a quiet sad
voice, "I really hate that stove."
My girlfriend and I moved into a small bedroom and I continued the story about my new love. I
rhapsodized about him, telling her how we'd first met and how I felt I could talk to him so easily. She
listened with eager interest until we both must have fallen asleep from the boredom of it.
I woke up with a start, hearing a male voice in the yard under my window. A wisp of grey hair caught
my attention up on the wall. I gave it a tug and found to my combined horror and amusement that a
gigantic ball of grey hair was stuffed inside a shallow depression in the wall. "How the heck did this get
in there!?", I asked...speaking to myself and continuing to wonder, was it some kind of nest?
Outside the window an elderly gentleman wearing a white sport coat was bringing up a basket of
vegetables we'd been promised earlier. Was my girlfriend downstairs to receive it? This seemed
confusing, like I had vague memories of making this arrangement earlier. I watched the man from the
upstairs window, he was talking to someone who stood outside my line of vision. I hoped they would
work out whatever they were doing. I turned back to the room and M, a waking life friend of my
husband's was there. He lay atop my body, moving sinuously. I sighed and reminded him he wasn't
allowed to actually DO anything, but curiously...I didn't try to push him off. He nodded eagerly, "Oh
yes yes, I know. No humping." There was someone else on the bed as well, not saying or doing
anything.
A woman pushing a stroller peeked into the room, looking for me. I immediately went red with
embarrassment, pushing M off and explaining with rushed words, "This isn't what it looks like!" Even
as I was declaring it, I was wondering to myself...*well, what IS it then??*.
The woman explained that I'd fixed broken snaps on her child's coat before and could I do it again? I
inspected them, fingering the silver pieces and experimentally connecting them together. I smiled
sadly, "I don't have the equipment to fix these anymore. But look, you could use this piece of the coat
as a belt. You won't actually need snaps anymore."
The dream switched and I was riding in a car my sister was driving. I held a baby on my lap. We
were driving through a quaint neighborhood, next to some train tracks. The crossing lights were
flashing and the rails went down so I knew a train was coming, in fact I could see the headlights of it
down the track a little ways. Just as I was about to warn the baby of a loud noise, the train flew by with
a roar, it's horn blaring. The baby was startled, but because I was right there with warm arms to
comfort him, he settled down immediately. I expected the train to continue on down the tracks, but it's
brakes screeched and it stopped amid a crowd of confusion. I looked back out the window as we were
driving away. What had happened I wonder? I hoped someone hadn't been hit.
My sister drove on a little ways, we were coming to a stop light and I was suddenly concerned about
the baby's safety. Why didn't I have him in his car seat? Did I really think I could protect him with my
ARMS if the car was in any kind of accident? I told my sister I was going to put the baby in the car seat
in back and opened the door. Just then, the light turned green and my sister drove away. I stared
after the car, what?? She turned the corner and came back around the block, but I had to walk a fair
distance over grass to get to the car. As I was strapping the baby into his seat, my sister asked me
why I'd gotten out of the car when the light was green. Couldn't I have waited until we stopped? "We
WERE stopped", I reminded her. "I didn't know the light was going to change so fast."
Additional Comments:
extremely low cohesion. there seemed to be entire sections of the dream that I either missed or only
dreamt the memory of.
