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Not so long ago, a friend of mine asked me if I kept a dream journal. I remembered writing some stuff down in a spiral notebook ages ago, but I never kept up with it.
So when friends kept asking me about my potential web page and what it would be about, I thought about doing this dream journal as a section of my web page.
My great aunt passed away. I had visited her from time-to-time but I felt that I had not visited her enough. She had many more stories I wanted to listen to and document for a more complete family history. 29
A man worked on a small bed frame in the middle of a carpeted kitchen floor. He opened up the posts like a hinged cabinent door. He took a long, deep screw out of one the posts. It was an arduous task to perform. The bed frame had an evil aura about it. A couple with a love/hate relationship had an intellectual discussion. It was a game of wits, with one trying to "out-intellectualize" the other. One said with a wry grin, "And remember: The Miceans numbered there." I believe there was supposed to be three. 19
A man on a Dixie Chopper tractor mower drove over a gravel driveway near a backyard. He had the blades engaged and I feared for my safety since the rocks were large -- the size of the rocks caused the mower to thrash about as it traversed its path. Another person at this place wanted me to keep a vigilant eye out for his snake as it slithered about the rocks. I tried to retrieve it but other snakes swarmed around it. A pick-up truck with a camper shell was near this group of snakes and I walked around it several times attempting to get to the man's snake. I was unsuccessful because one of the snakes was a large cobra and it chased me around the truck. It was time to go and I felt bad that I could not get the man's snake for him. 10
With a small group of people at a house, I suspected something was amiss. Seated upon a carpeted floor under some clothes, I spoke with my sister in our parent's closet. I saw some old toys on the floor. I returned to the small group. People were being replaced by large, vicious dogs with spiked collars. Eventually it just me and my sister. We got into a car and drove away. As we passed other cars along the road, we noticed that the people occupying those cars looked exactly the same as the group of people that were replaced by the large, vicious dogs at the house we had left. Another car had Dean Martin and Sammy Davis, Jr. as its passengers. My sister said that they were too original to be replaced by dogs. I did not know if there would be a place for us to go home to. 9
In a city, I wished to purchase a fare. I saw a lady at counter giving out standard change. I placed a quarter upon the counter for my fare. I was informed that the fare required several dollars and a penny. I opened my wallet and found several dollars and a penny. Two people in a group wrestled and got the attention of police. They went with police, as did I and another man. They waited for a few hours for their release from custody. I travelled to another planet. The planet's atmosphere was composed of durable, prickly thorn trees. We descended through various openings of the thorns, which were colored in pale reds, yellows, and greens -- consistent with colored pasta. Though our rate of descent increased, we continued to find open areas through the thorny trees. It felt like an amusement ride, exhilarating and dangerous, but I did not know what our destination would be or if we would make it there in safety. We reached the surface of the planet. The maze of thorny trees served as a barrier to beings not of this planet, which was a paradise. We discovered that we were telepathic, an ability generated by the planet. We did not need to speak aloud to communicate amongst our group. Soon we met the inhabitants, who were quite friendly, welcoming us to their planet. Feeling at ease, we frolliced with a few of our comely hosts in a sudsy hot tub. We went to a dwelling. I inquired about the circumstances of this planet and the use of thorns to discourage visitors. The inhabitants showed me several gas lamps. I asked about the length of a day upon their planet. A man performed elaborate calculations on triangular wedge of slate. His answer: two solar days. My next question was met with silence and blank stares. I surmised that we would not be allowed to leave this planet. Small soldier figurines entered the room -- akin to the Small Soldiers in the movie of the same name. I noticed one pointed to a small "door" on its jawline. A very small soldier exited the "doorway," followed by several soldiers of miniscule size. Something was wrong in paradise. 3
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