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12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : Porcelain DREAM"

Porcelain DREAM

This dream was extremely strange. It was comprised of so much stuff, a whole bunch of different images that caused me to convulse and wake myself up after I dreamt them. I can only remember a small portion of what I actually dreamt, which I am documenting here:

I was being forced to give up *everything* I owned because I had to be relocated somewhere. I think I might have been able to keep my pets, but nothing else. I remember that I really wanted to keep my Pink Floyd CDs, but I had to give those up too which made me really sad. I couldn't even take notebooks with me to write in. I was loaded onto some kind of train or bus. Lucifer Sam was playing on the floor but I was afraid he was going to fall through some cracks and end up outside. I was covered with a blanket and there was a rabbit on me...I don't know if it was supposed to be one of our cats or dogs or what.

I think this dream was not part of the previous one, but then again I am not sure. I was with Stan and we were wandering around Estes Park, CO, and for some reason, I was supposed to meet up with The Fourth Pig (nevermind who this) for some strange reason. She was working in some sort of craft store which sold ceramics. I saw her in the store as we entered and waved at her (WTF). Stan started looking around the store and saw some bowls or something. As he grabbed them to take a look at them, there was a noise as if he broke them, but he didn't...they just made noise is all. The 4th Pig looked at him in disgust. Some strange white dust or powder fell off of the ceramic bowls. Stan flinched as if he caused something bad to happen, and I tried to give him a look or say something so that he wouldn't worry about it, that everything was OK.

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Well I think it's uncanny that I was dreaming about The 4th Pig and she was working in a ceramic shop: The white dust or powder could either represent coke (she was quite the druggie), but I'm thinking that it was dried porcelain clay, and you know what the word "porcelain" means...female pig genitalia.

By Ann @ 20:31 AM CST:12:20:03 ..::Link::..