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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : Backlog"
Backlog
I've been gone again, so here's a backlog of dreams:
DREAM 10/28/02
The dream started out with me travelling down a road with small, creepy houses in a row, like someplace that would be in Northeast Fort Collins. There was one house which was a basement-only house. My dream went inside the house where there was this even creepier man who was a child molester. He had a young boy, toddler-age, sitting on his lap and I wanted to save this child, so it was very strange what happened, but in the dream I became the toddler and Stan became the man and it turned from a disturbing dream into a nice and naughty dream with me attacking Stan instead. Back on the road, my dream went into this one neighborhood in Baraboo, which is a little town about 40 miles north of Madison. IRL, there's this old house on a hill, which looks like it used to be a boarding house but now it looks like it's just apartments. In the dream the house was all boarded up, but I could hear loud rock and roll (nothing I like) coming from it. There was writing on the windows, and it looked gutted inside. The writing had something to do with money, like the amount of money needed to invest in the new business that would occupy the house. Then before my eyes the house came alive and the business started to open up. First it looked like a cafeteria, with a cafeteria line, lots of aluminum. Then it slowly started to mutate into an espresso bar.
The odd thing about that dream, is that the house in Baraboo was similar to houses/buildings that I'd see on my trip up to the U.P. the very next day.
DREAM 10/29/02
I was trying to thread a needle with yarn or thread that wouldn't fit through it.
I was in the presence of someone I knew in grad school that I don't want to know anymore. In the dream she'd turned very rancorous.
DREAM 10/30/02
I forgot.
DREAM 10/31/02
Stan and I were going to adopt three teenage boys (oh please, deliver me from My Three Sons) so we had to figure out where to put them in the house. We were devising some sort of structure, like a treehouse, but it was in the basement. In the dream, our basement was huge and vast with high ceilings, most unlike our real basement, a dark, cramped, damp thing.
1 Comments
Baraboo looks
like a
dark, cramped,
damp thing.
Stan
became the house in
the dream. He
had something to
invest in Baraboo.
Posted by aseyelum @ 11:08:2002:02:51 PM CST