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02:03:2006 Entry: "Ann : DREAMs with Indian Immigrants, Weird Mountain Sculptures, and Hairy, Hairy Legs"

DREAMs with Indian Immigrants, Weird Mountain Sculptures, and Hairy, Hairy Legs

I don't even know where to begin to describe this dream. It appears to have about three different parts to it, and I don't know if they're connected or not.

One part involved the story of an immigrant man from India who lived in a very tiny house or apartment with his child and his mother-in-law, who was American (European ancestry). His wife was deceased, and he owned his own business selling music CDs. His entire life was devoted to his business, and he did nothing but work in his shop, day and night, which appeqred to be attached to his place of residence. It was all too much like myself (without the family situation) spending all his time on his business for very little financial gain. It was as if this was a movie I was watching, but then it was like I was in his shop, not looking at CDs, but just hanging out on a back porch where there were a lot of other people. (Part Two) It was like it was in the mountains, and there were some men there wearing shorts, even though it was bloody cold outside (that's soooo Colorado guy look at me I'm tough I'm wearing shorts on a cold day in November...gee...am I thinking of anyone I KNOW here?). For some reason, his lower legs were really close to me, so I started examining them. This is all very non-sexual. His lower legs were absolutely covered in thick black and grey hair, so thick it was rather dog-like, not human at all. I start to feel his leg hair and am stunned at the thickness of it. Another weird part was that the thick hair growth stopped at his knees, so that it looked like he was wearing hairy socks. And yet another weird part is that his legs were so THIN, like young adolescent girl leg thin. And tan too. Part Three is weird because it almost might've taken place somewhere before part two or one, but I don't know. I was supposed to meet some people at a spot in the Colorado mountains, either Pikes Peak or Red Rocks. I have no idea which. I had no way to get there (Stan was not in the picture, oddly) so I had my parents take me (yeah, like as if they would volunteer to do that. and as if I'd let them). When I got there, it was like an area outside a public gather place like a ski area or a large restaurant with a outside eating area. One of the persons there was someone we used to know from Wisconsin (DW). Another one was a taller, blonde woman, but I don't know who that person was. We were out on this porch area (maybe the same porch area by the Indian CD guy with hairy-legged shorts-wearing visitors) which is on a mountainside, overlooking a large vista of mountains with weird touristy sculptures like the kind you see around Madison parks made out of steel and cement, but on a HUGE scale so that they can be seen far away. It was also sort of Arches-like. Since I was the last to arrive,I asked the other women if they had hiked around the area yet, and they had said no. Before I arrived at that spot, I actually had hiked a bit of a way to get there, so I had no desire to hike anymore.

Damn, those hairy legs were bizarre.

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Those are some very strange legs.

Posted by Stan @ 02:03:2006:04:38 PM CST

By Ann @ 09:55 AM CST:02:03:06 ..::Link::..

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