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04:21:2002 Entry: "DREAMs"
DREAMs
I was traveling in the Colorado mountains with Stan, and possibly some other people but I don't know who. I remember we were staying at a cheap motel, but I wanted to stay at a nice motel with a swimming pool and hot tub, but it we had to go back "home" which I think was where we used to live in Fort Collins. It was sort of a neat dream, lots of scenery. It was one of those reocurring dreams, especially the park we visited looked so familiar from many dreams before.
For some reason our neighbor in back had Plato on a leash, even though I was there. It was like he was caring for our dogs because I couldn't because I was blind or something, even though I could see what was going on. Then he took Plato over to our neighbors' yard to visit their dogs, and Plato was amazingly well-behaved (so unlike the little brat). Hieronymus also got over there and I was trying to call him back into our yard, even though I wasn't supposed to be there (or was supposed to be blind)
Stan and I were in the audience in a theatre. I realized we were in the audience for the Grammy Awards (shyeah!) There was a guy sitting next to me who looked familiar. My legs were up, resting on the chair in front of me. The guy got up to leave, stepping all the way over my legs. I thought that it was weird that he didn't ask me to move them, because I would have. Then they made the annoucements for some of the new artists who had been nominated, and Hoopty was one of them. Then when the guy came back, I realized it was Hoopty, although he looked more like Billy Corgan. (This is the second time Billy Corgan has appeared in my dreams; last year his head was a superball) Then he asked me if I knew where someone was, and I didn't catch the name, so I asked him to repeat it and then he yells at me (as if I'm deaf!) "Do you know where GAYLE is?" (Who's Gayle?) I told him I didn't know, although in the dreamworld I "knew" who "Gayle" was, and she was the woman who used to sit in front of us in the theatre, as if it was a reocurring event that happened every night. Then I noticed that Stan was passing a piece of paper back and forth with a guy a few rows in back of him. I asked him kiddingly if they were playing "Exquisite Corpses" and he said "no." He also seemed unamused by my lighthearted comment...he was very serious. I looked at the piece of paper, and it was a translation from German to English of a name of some building in France (huh?). I remember the words "Sahr" or "Faber" with umlauts on the As. I looked at the guy he asked for a translation, and he was someone Stan used to work with at a former job who died about half a year ago or so. I then noticed Stan was trying to fill out an application for study abroad in France, that he had to fill out in French or Italian. I asked him, kiddingly again, if he got several copies of it in case he made a mistake, and he answered "oui." It freaked me out that he was seriously thinking of studying abroad, and I wondered what would become of our household and his income and our life together. I woke up with a start.
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I didn't even know that the Grammies are tonight (I don't pay attention to that). That's even weirder that I dreamt that now.
And the dead guy actually died a couple years ago, according to Stan.
Posted by Ann @ 02/27/2002 11:24 AM CST