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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : DREAM-You Know How to Whistle, Don't You?"

DREAM-You Know How to Whistle, Don't You?

I was looking at this old apartment that Stan and I lived in in Fort Collins. We were staring up at the attic window on the outside. Then I saw Matt, Tim's ex-roommate inside the window. I don't know what he was doing there...crawling around, decorating or something. Then he crawled out of the window and was on the hood and windshield of our car, which was like one of the old 4-door sedans we used to have. He couldn't see us inside the car, however. Then the dream got even weirder. I was at some party with some people I vaguely knew. There were people running around doing strange things. I was then seated with a bunch of other people...we were like the guests of honor or something. There was a weird woman dressed up like Carmen Miranda running around with some weird thing that she blew into that whistled, and each guest of honor had to take turns blowing into it and whistling, except when they got to me, I tried to blow but it didn't whistle. Then when she gave the instrument to the person next to me, I realized I had part of the whistle mechanism stuck in my mouth.

By Ann @ 20:23 AM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..