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07:15:2004 Entry: "Ann : Dreams With Footnotes"

Dreams With Footnotes

First dream, last night, early, around 12:45 am

I was at home and feeling rather sad. I don't know why. Stan left for work. I was doing the various things I do in the morning, drinking coffee, watering plants, organizing stuff to be mailed, whatever, and I hear someone at the back door. It's Stan, back from work, early. I'm surprised to see him and ask him if there's anything wrong. He says there is, and says that his job doesn't exist anymore, that he was fired. It is such a shock to me, that I wake up in a start. The thing is, though, I don't know if it was the shocking dream, an unbearable dream to have to continue dreaming, that woke me up, or if it was the sound of kids outside (little assholes...where are their parents?) shooting off firecrackers. I usually don't dream this early in the night, or if I do, I don't remember them. Maybe being woken up prematurely by the little assholes outside enabled me to remember the dream I was having.

Second dream, later in the morning, maybe 6 am or so.

My dad was selling license plates on eBay1. I was looking over a list of what he was selling and to whom, and he had sold (get this) a Hawaii 'Indian Island'2 plate to Peter Jennings3. The address was 'New York, NY' and his email address was something like jennings@jeopardy.com4. I was so surprised, and I was saying, 'Dad, you sold a license plate to Peter Jennings! THE Peter Jennings! Peter Jennings bought your Hawaii license plate!' Can you imagine Peter Jennings buying license plates on ebay? Can you imagine Peter Jennings buying *anything* on ebay?

Well, I can see by that dream I'm already gearing up for our trip to the front range in Colorado this year, psyching myself up for the 3:30 Jeopardy ritual every day, the tv turned on loud because my dad can't hear very well. Oy. Thank heavens we have LOTS to do there and places to see...having to just 'visit for the sake of visiting your parents' would be pure torture if I had nothing to do but sit and chat with them and endure Jeopardy.

Which brings me to my dream a couple nights ago. In this dream, I was wandering around Fort Collins. There's this special place in Dreamtime Fort Collins (that doesn't exist in reality) that is sort of Black Lodge5 in nature. You can only access it by a certain passageway, and that is often hard to find. It is located somewhere between East Laurel St. and the Library, but if you go to that general area (in my dream that is, not in reality, this does not exist in reality) does not guarantee you will see it. You have to find the special entranceway first, and it's not always available in the dream. I remember having lots of dreams where I never find it. Other dreams I find it right away. Very strange. I found it this past dream. It's a place that is very impoverished. Lots of old buildings without paint, something that looks like it's out of the civil war era or Appalachia or something. The area is low-lying, flood-prone. And it is very hard to find your way out of it once you're there (waking up helps). I have lots of dreams about places that don't really exist in Fort Collins. They stopped for a while, and I'm starting to have them again. I could literally create an entire map of these places as it is so vivid in my mind. Reocurring dreams are so strange, it's as if we actually create an entire reality that has fixed properties that can't be changed since we can go back to it dream after dream and it's still the same.

1In reality, it is STAN who is selling his license plate collection from when he was a young nerd boy on eBay, not my dad. My mom doesn't even let my dad touch her computer. Getting my dad superimposed for Stan...weird....they're nothing alike, in fact, their birthdays are exactly 6 months apart, Stan a Taurus and my dad a Scorpio.

2The hell? OK, the only thing I can think of is that in addition to the license plates Stan is selling, he is also selling these metal license plate-esque tags from his old high school's politically incorrect sport's team, The Yuma Indians.

3One of the few things that my dad and I agree on, is as far as news anchors, we both like Peter Jennings. My mom, on the other hand, doesn't. who knows why...some weird idea that he's anti-woman or something. My mom--a feminist--? What? Who knows what goes on in parents' heads

4Jeopardy. That's all my parents watch. Jeopardy. Must be a retired person thing. Seinfeld should've done a bit about this when he would visit Del Boca Vista...coming to his parents home and what does he find at 3:30 in the afternoon? Parents huddled around the telly watching jeopardy, intently, not allowing you to talk to them for the fear that they miss a question (or is it answer?).

5From Twin Peaks

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