March 15, 2005
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Last night I dreamed I was a teacher in Catasauqua (where I lived when I was a kid). I caught a cab because I had to be somewhere, but the cab was in very bad repair, mostly rusted with rusting metal plates nailed over holes. One tire was flat, and another was going flat. But when I told the driver, he shrugged and said he didn’t have the money to fix it.
He dropped me off at a train station. I took a ride and got off at a warehouse. I don’t know what I was looking for, but I was soon hiding from this serial “killer” who was abducting people and experimenting on them. While I was hiding, I found a huge salamander as long as my arm. The serial killer was just about to find me when some government goons busted in the front door and took him into custody. In reality, they just wanted to collect his experiments for themselves.
Since they didn’t know I was there, I stepped out through a side door into a hall where a coworker was walking. Since I knew she liked lizards, I gave her the salamander, knowing the government goons would confiscate it. She thanked me, saying now her collection was complete, she had a representative of each element (salamader=fire).
I left her and went back inside because I would have to walk past the goons either way I went, and I wanted to distract them from my coworker and the salamander. The government goons wanted to know if I had anything on my person, but let me go without too much fuss.
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I took a nap around five because I had a headache and dreamed I was on my way home with a group of friends. We were walking through the woods and it was raining. Mud was washing down the roads, which were all of dirt. I was worried about flooding, so while they continued on a low road, I tried hiking up a hill though the mud and water was up to my thighs, and cars kept passing very close to me.
When I reached the top, it was still raining, but the mud and water was not nearly as high. I stopped at a bar to try to use the phone, but some men started chasing me. I ran around the building to the parking lot, but beyond the lot it was a shear drop back into the woods. Someone had sawed off some of the trees so as the men reached me, I jumped onto the stumps, but I was still very high up and after three jumps, I ran out of places to jump.
I was still close enough for the men to try to grab me, so I tried jumping to an unsawed tree. Well I missed and started to fall, but I turned into a dove and went flying through the trees and then down a high, undulating grassy hill. As I got to the bottom, I saw one of my friends and tried calling her name, but she couldn’t understand me as I was only making bird sounds though it sounded to me as if I were yelling her name. She turned to look behind her and I alit on the ground, changing back to my human form. I surprised her as she turned back around, and she told me she had been looking for me. I told her about the men who had chased me, but I didn’t tell her about being a bird. It was still raining, though more of a drizzle as we walked down the path.
Comments (3)
it was his death day yesterday (march 15 1937).. perhaps ill walk into a random bookstore tomorrow and scream his name..:Cthulhu2:
Wow…all I can say is that I love your dreams and keep on dreaming…they are better than tv..
I think the best thing about your dreams is that you always get away from the bad guys (or it seems that way to me…). That shows you have a triumphant spirit, if nothing else.:Seeall:
I dug the transforming into a dove…I would love to be able to fly in dreams, although I have manage to kind of float down, landing gently on my feet.
Peace and Love and more wonderful dreams…GFW