12:20:2003 Entry: "Ann : Disburbing DREAM"
Stan and I were in Colorado, I think, but I'm not sure. We were to meet up with some people that we knew there the following night, but as we were walking along a very strange lakeside setting, we saw them. The setting was sort of like how it is on the south shore of Lake Mendota by the Memorial Union where everything is concrete by the lake, but it was not in that location. The people were playing ball or something, partly in the lake and partly on the patio. It was as if everyone had their own private concrete patio. As we walked by, we said hi to them, but I heard the woman say, "Oh shit" as if she was mad that she ran into us, and then tried to hush herself up so that we didn't hear her, but we did. They didn't say much to us, and we decided that they definitely did not want to see us at that time, so we said, "Well, we'll see you two tomorrow," and then walked on. Then Stan and I were inside a house with someone we used to know in Colorado as well. She was writing on a typewriter or computer or something. I don't know if she knew we were there, or we were her houseguests, or what, but as she typed, she ate chunkfulls of houseplants that she'd pull up from their pots, roots, dirt, and all. I thought this was very disturbing, but Stan wasn't aware that she was doing this. I know there was more disturbing things to this dream, but I can't remember them.