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After much thinking about memory the last few days, of course I had a dream last night in which a woman was trying very hard to forget. I'm not sure what it was she needed to stop remembering, but she went so far as to take "amnesia medication" for it. Several of us were going on a 90-day trip to a quiet ranch in the middle of nowhere and the poor woman was panicking when she realized that both the ranch and the beautifully-illustrated children's book she was reading were too reminiscent of the place where the event to be forgotten had occurred. "How am I supposed to forget like this? What will happen if I don't forget?" I tried to calm her by suggesting she go to the library for different, unrelated books. Even someone from the government hung around to try to help her forget.

There was an odd assortment of people going on this journey. One of the others was a man--probably in his mid-40s--who taught gym at a local high school. He wasn't one of the original party, but it was decided to take him along when whoever was in charge of the arrangements saw that he was being persecuted by his children because of his mental illness--"and people always think that he's the one who attacks them when it's always the other way around, poor man."

Most of the people going with us were trying to forget something for a while, even to forget that the outside world existed. I, on the other hand, made sure I brought my AM/FM/shortwave radio with me so I could know what was going on in the world of men. The others were upset that I would think of bringing such a thing, but I wasn't willing to leave the radio behind. (I wonder if I could tolerate being away from my Internet connection for three months IRL. I don't see it happening.)

Also in the dream: Mutant glowing ghostly white liquefied pumpkins with big soulful eyes!