Tag: dreams
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A Dark Rain
My Darling B and I were out for a walk in one of the swankier parts of town where the mansions were four and five stories tall. Densely built hip-to-hip along the street, they made a fortress-like ring around a city block a half-mile wide from street to street. The ground floor of every one Read.
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Killer Cotton Balls
Our house was infested with cotton balls! Only a few, at first. I was taking down a pair of shelves that I had mistakenly bolted to the wall with bolts as big as jumbo dill pickles, and when I got the second one off there was a whispy patch of cotton balls stuck to the Read.
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Lost in Dreams
Last night’s dream was a horror movie about inky black tentacles creeping under the bedroom door to get me. I was sleeping so well until I woke up at about four o’clock with a jolt just a teensy bit milder than the one I’d get if I stuck my tongue in a toaster. To wake Read.
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Splashdown
I don’t know how I managed to wangle a ride to the International Space Station aboard a Russian Soyuz capsule, but I did. They stuffed me in the back seat. I didn’t know the Soyuz even had a back seat, but it must have because I got to ride out the trip to orbit in Read.
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Duck duck bear
There are many, many reasons not to tell you about last night’s dream. I’m going to tell you anyway. First, the duck massacre. In any detail, describing the duck massacre would require that I scare off pretty much anybody who’s still reading this blog. I don’t recall why I was asked to investigate the duck Read.
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Block Party
Fragment of the dream I had last night: I was in prison. It was a pretty nice prison, too, a two-story half-timbered cottage on an acre or two of land in a nice neighborhood. I would go so far as to say it was a desirable prison to have in your neighborhood, if you had Read.
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zorg
The alarm clock woke me up this morning right in the middle of a dream about being a very old Bruce Willis in the continuing story of The Fifth Element. I don’t know where that came from. I haven’t thought about that movie in years. (Coincidentally, in a Facebook comment someone reminded Number One Son Read.
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oats
I went swimming last night in a great big, shallow pool, the kind you sometimes find in campgrounds filled with kids. In fact, it was filled with kids, hundreds of them, and I kept bumping into them as I swam under the surface of the water from one side of the pool to the other. Read.
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