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04:21:2002 Entry: "DREAM"

DREAM

I dreamt this after I already woke up, had breakfast and coffee in bed, and then fell back asleep.

I was without clothes, lying on the bed and the venetian blinds were open (IRL, I had clothes on and the venetian blinds were closed). Our new neighbors who just moved in were in their back yard getting ready to leave for work. I realized they could see into our bedroom. It freaked me out...I lied still and hoped they didn't see me. Then somehow I did have a nightgown on (I never wear nightgowns...I don't even own one) and I was in a different room entirely. It was more like a college art studio, or a gymnasium/cafeteria from a high school. I got up to close a large steel door so that people wouldn't be walking through the room, disturbing my slumber, mistaking the room as a hallway. I heard people talking that the professors didn't want to catch anyone living out of their studio, that it was ok to take a nap there, but not to use it for a bedroom. I looked over at my area, which was a matress on the floor. I noticed I didn't have any personal items lying around, so I assumed that no one would be the wiser that I actually lived there. There was a woman talking, and I thought it was Johanna, about her life, about her parents, and as I slowly woke up, I realized it was just the radio, a show on the Catholic priest/celibacy controversy, a caller talking about her positive experience with some priest.

2 Comments

don't kill the bunny, who will deliver the easter eggs?

I used to sleep with the radio on and music would infiltrate my dreams , usually it was reo speedwagon.

Posted by rhondalicious @ 03/25/2002 10:48 AM CST

I love the sensation of sleeping with the radio on. It can lead to some really unique sensations of altered states. On the other hand there's nothing worse than hearing neighbors talking or their radio when you're trying to sleep.

Posted by Ann @ 03/28/2002 09:22 AM CST