I dreamt that my daughter toddled backward into traffic and, to explained to the man babysitting for her why you couldn’t do that, I told him to lick a camel because it is similar to licking a rhinoceros, the only way to learn how to watch a toddler.
I dreamt my mom insisted I drive two hours to a pharmacy because she had run out of placebos.
I dreamt that everytime a high school friend of mine sprayed me with a fire hose I turned into a different one of our friends.
I dreamt that my daughter’s job was to stick her hand into dirty, smelly contractors’ work boots and straighten out the tongues.
I dreamt that I was sitting cross-legged on a sidewalk. My friend came and, with a saw, cut entirely around my concrete slab leaving it floating like a magic carpet above a dark abyss. I was fascinated by this event.
I dreamt that an expanding rift appeared, a hole growing in space and time, with ragged, torn and burning edges. A green product about the size of an ATM with robot arms coming out of the top, appeared in the hole. I knew the machine was the answer to a product that a friend has been struggle to design. And then it was gone, answer gone too, and horses started leaping out the rift.
I dreamt that my daughter and some of her friends were drinking at our home. Before they left, one of her friends in a white t-shirt took a full glass of red wine and threw it at her chest.
[I didn’t dream this one, actually happened, but a favorite nevertheless.]
My sleeping daughter sat up in bed, said, “I do not have bacon,” and lay back down.
Kevin Bacon, annoyed to not be had.
“Dream Weaver,” Gary Wright
I dreamt that a former boyfriend reappear, just standing beside me in an empty white void; it was a very comforting surprise.
I woke up. I went to the library where I met on the entrance stairs this ex- and his girlfriend. I said to him, “I dreamt about you last night.” His girlfriend whispered, “I am sorry.” She grabbed my hand and we left the library, leaving the boyfriend on the stairs. I looked back at his shocked face as I was lightly led away by her.
I woke up.
[First time I ever dreamt within a dream. I would insert a post into this post if I knew how.]
I was walking around a city looking at another city scape in the distance. Mushroom clouds started appearing on that skyline and were coming closer and closer to my location. I crouched down closing my eyes and suddenly I could feel grass under me and I could feel myself rolling and rolling. There was the feeling of a tornado storm surrounding me.
Then the grass I could feel beneath me change to the feel of rock and water. I couldn’t get any oxygen and I had to open my eyes to breath. I saw lots of people down in the valley on the rocks. There was no storm. Many of them were on their cell phone trying to contact family back in the city to see if they were ok after the nuclear bombs, but there was no cell service.
I wandered down into the valley and came across my sister-in-law, mother-in law, father-in-law, and nieces-in-law.
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