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hummingwolf) wrote2004-01-09 08:52 am
hummingwolf) wrote2004-01-09 08:52 am
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Three images I remember from my dreams:
A reference book. A really, really cool reference book. It was a combination unabridged dictionary, almanac, and collection of essays on assorted subjects, liberally illustrated with photographs and paintings. I had so much fun reading this book in my dream, and reading aloud to everyone around me (the fact that people stuck around me to listen to the reading and watch me point at pretty pictures proves that this was a dream).
In another dream, I walked from the closest shopping mall to a shopping mall much farther away. Why my brain picked shopping malls for landmarks I don't know--it's not as if I've been buying anything at the malls lately. It was a good walk, though.
And, as my subconscious mind decided to return to the classics, I dreamed that I was standing in the middle of a highway naked, though I did have a towel which could keep me partially covered. Was trying to get from the median strip to a store where friends were working (and had clothes ready for me) without getting arrested.
Woke up to find a leetle bit of snow outside. Other parts of the area have enough white stuff for schools to close [edit: not sure any schools actually closed, but it sounds like some openings should have been delayed and weren't], but here it looks as if some cosmic chef decided to sprinkle a little confectioner's sugar on us. Oh, I hear from the radio that the problem isn't the snow so much as a thin layer of ice everywhere, making driving hazardous. That makes sense. A few more flakes are drifting down, not very determined to do anything once they get here.
Mild headache. After an hour & a half of wakefulness, I have nothing more to report.
A reference book. A really, really cool reference book. It was a combination unabridged dictionary, almanac, and collection of essays on assorted subjects, liberally illustrated with photographs and paintings. I had so much fun reading this book in my dream, and reading aloud to everyone around me (the fact that people stuck around me to listen to the reading and watch me point at pretty pictures proves that this was a dream).
In another dream, I walked from the closest shopping mall to a shopping mall much farther away. Why my brain picked shopping malls for landmarks I don't know--it's not as if I've been buying anything at the malls lately. It was a good walk, though.
And, as my subconscious mind decided to return to the classics, I dreamed that I was standing in the middle of a highway naked, though I did have a towel which could keep me partially covered. Was trying to get from the median strip to a store where friends were working (and had clothes ready for me) without getting arrested.
Woke up to find a leetle bit of snow outside. Other parts of the area have enough white stuff for schools to close [edit: not sure any schools actually closed, but it sounds like some openings should have been delayed and weren't], but here it looks as if some cosmic chef decided to sprinkle a little confectioner's sugar on us. Oh, I hear from the radio that the problem isn't the snow so much as a thin layer of ice everywhere, making driving hazardous. That makes sense. A few more flakes are drifting down, not very determined to do anything once they get here.
Mild headache. After an hour & a half of wakefulness, I have nothing more to report.
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Thank you, Willow. :P
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I know very little pop culture--but what I do know, I exploit.
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Your first dream reminds me of one I had years ago. I was reading a beautifully illustrated book which was one poem about American poets and poetry. One poet, for instance, was described in metaphors of pressing apples into cider. One part had to do with privet hedges. In the dream, I really saw the illustrations and think I could read some lines word for word, but nothing remained that I could write down when I woke up.
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