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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM-Mystery train three way plane expressway to your skull"

DREAM-Mystery train three way plane expressway to your skull

The dream started out great, ended up bad. It started out with me talking to Tim. He was asking some questions...I can't recall what they were, but the answers were something like "Bob Dylan, Hibbing Minnesota, Highway 61 Revisted, and finally, Route 66." I was telling him where Route 66 went (although I've only been on a small part of it myself), and said it went from Chicago to St. Louis to New Mexico..." and as I said this, I was actually travelling on Route 66. I was saying "I wanted to ride the rails on that train" and suddenly I was on a train, except it was invisible. I was riding a ghost train down Route 66 in New Mexico. We were going quite fast, and I was afraid it would tip over. I could see the red rock cliffs as we neared the border of Arizona. There were a bunch of sheep on the road, lots of them, clogging up passage. The invisible train eventually stopped altogether, and everyone got off, mingling with the sheep. I sat down on some sort of cement parking thing, and then it seemed like I was swept up in some sort of college class. I don't remember the class specifically, but I remember going into someone's apartment. I was there with Stan, and there was a guy I remember from grad school, Kevin, and there was a woman there we know (I'm not saying who it was, but I will remember who it was when I reread this). Kevin was smoking lots of pot and was incredibly stoned. He was using one of MY decorative carnival glass bowls to sort out the pot seeds. It had a large break/chip in it. I was quite mad about that. Stan seemed to be hanging around Kevin and the other woman and neglecting me. Then I went into another room where another woman that we know was (again, I won't say who these women are, to protect their identity). She was mad because some ad she had put in the paper to sell her belongings was met with derision in an editorial. It was because she had asked a million dollars for something, and I figured it just had some sort of sentimental value to her. I was looking at stuff in her bedroom, and it all had price tags on it. She was selling a computer for $233...I wondered if it was a 233 mhz computer, but it was a 207 mhz computer. Go figure. I also saw something that had the initials "KK" on it and I was wondering if she was connected with the KKK. It was white and embossed and looked like cake frosting on a book. I don't know what the item was. Then I went back into the room with Stan, Kevin and the other woman. All three of them in bed together. They were sleeping, but they were also naked. I was extremely mad...they didn't even ask me if I needed to sleep. I woke up crying.

By Ann @ 20:22 AM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..