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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : DREAMs - Reversions to Fort Collins"

DREAMs - Reversions to Fort Collins

1.) I was in a high school and heard that after a certain hour, a part of the school would be closed off, which was the area where I had my locker. I was running down a set of stairs to get to that area. There was a huge sliding glass door that was blocking it off, but I was able to slide the door open and sneak into that hallway. I was standing at my locker when this toad-shaped administrator/teacher (who looked like someone from my high school, I think, complete with cheesey plaid sports jacket) told me I had to leave. I yell out in my sleep "but you don't understand!!!" waking me and Stan up.

2.) I had to pick up some of my art that was in a show at the Methodist Church in Fort Collins (!!!???yeesh). There was a young woman who was supposed to take me to the room where they were storing the art. I followed her all around the church, up and down many flights of stairs (it looked a lot like a library), through rooms, and finally I couldn't follow her anymore because she was walking too fast for me. Then I just stayed by a flight of stairs, hoping she would find me. I think she eventually did, and told me that she couldn't find any art . I asked her what was I supposed to do about it, that I want my art back. I can't remember how it ended.

3.) I was walking with some people...Stan? My parents? down Pitkin Street near Whedbee and Smith, heading toward my parent's house. We had dogs with us, the pugs that we're going to look at tomorrow. The male was quite a bit larger than a pug and it had whitish-hairs poking out of its fur. I looked at it again and it looked more like an English Sheepdog than a pug.

By Ann @ 20:30 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..