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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM-Now you understand, young Grasshopper"

DREAM-Now you understand, young Grasshopper

Dreams were really complex and hard to remember all the details and succession of events, again.

Dream 1. I was in a very large bar with a bunch of people that I didn't know, but it seemed sort of like a school. I forgot what was happening, but I wanted to keep my seat by the bar but go to the restroom, so I put a bunch of my possessions on the barstool and left for the bathroom. There was a long line waiting, and people were complaining that none of the stalls worked. I forgot what happened next.

Dream 2...this one is REALLY convoluted, and I don't remember which events happened first. I was walking down East Washington around K-Mart and Klein Floral with some people. I felt like I was back in Jr. High, and one of the people I was with was like an icky friend I had around that time. Suddenly she started grabbing my crotch and leading me toward her house and asking me who I want to have attack me (in a playful way?), her or some cat puppet. I chose the cat puppet, which was sort of a creative mannequin made of badly crocheted and knitted yarn. She starts playing with the cat puppet like it's attacking me. I'm wearing only a tightly fitting bathing suit, and the straps break. I try to explain to her that that's the only thing I have with me to wear, so she stops it. Then I'm walking around her house which seems like a very poor adobe style, but it turns into Stan's parent's house. His dad is still alive, and he's sitting in a chair talking to some people, maybe former students of his. I wave to him. I think I see Stan there. Then Stan and I are walking down West Washington a few blocks south of the capitol, looking at the large old victorian houses that are now student rentals. On the west side of the street, Nicolas was supposed to be living there with his girlfriend. We were on the east side of the street, looking at his house. I told Stan that Nicolas lived there, and Stan said, "It looks like they're home." I asked him how he could tell and Stan said it was because there was a car in the driveway, but the car was a 70s AMC Pacer...not the kind of car he'd be driving. Then Stan and I were sitting against the side of a building by a parking lot and Nicolas came by holding a baby. I introduced Nicolas to Stan and vice-a-versa. Nicolas said he was babysitting the baby, and gave it to me to hold. I didn't really want to hold the baby, but I took it anyway. It was an odd thing...it wasn't quite human...it was sort of like...an alien dogcatperson. It would do things like lick me on the chin, and jump out of my arms and run around on the ground. I was chasing it as it crawled under a bunch of cars. I saw a large semi-truck pull into the parking lot and was afraid it would run over the baby. I picked up the baby and carried it back to where Stan and Nicolas were. As I was doing this, there was a suburbanesque family in the parking lot. Mom and two kids, a boy and a girl, were playing a game of catch. The boy, who was about 12 or so, threw the ball toward his sister, but it hit me in the wrist of the hand I was using to protect the baby's head. I got really mad at the kid and cussed at him. He felt quite ashamed. Then Stan wanted to hold the baby, which I also thought was odd, and Stan started loving that thing like it was his own. I felt very uneasy and uncomfortable being around this "side" of Stan. I kept saying "Thank goodness that ball hit my wrist instead of the baby's head" in a loud voice so that the boy would hear. Then something weird happened...I can't remember what, but it would involve harnessing the boy's aggressive powers and his throwing arm. We were all sitting down on the side of the building and I was sitting next to the boy saying in a "Kung Fu" accent, "Now you understand, young grasshopper." (heh) Then I was in a very weird building, which I think was the inside of the building we were sitting against. I can't remember what happened there, but when I tried to leave it, there was only one exit and that was out a fire escape that led into deep water.

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Hey, that's the kind of baby I would want, a dogcat baby - just drop the human part ;o]
Yay, the ego in me like that you dream about me, even so it's only at night ;o]

Posted by Nico @ 05:14:2002:04:25 PM CST

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