dreams?

[michael clubb]

QUICK!   Before you forget.

What did you dream about last night?

[Quinn]

My middle brother.
It was more of a nightmare really.

[P.A.]

Too late

[Chez moi]

Michael, what a funny coincidence! I thought of starting this the other day and the idea fell out of my head, but not the dream.

I dreamed that there were crews with saws and backhoes pulling up all the street trees in Seattle, "because they were damaging the sidewalks". I was so worried, because we had planted a pair of Norway maples in front of our old house before we left and I had to see if they had been taken. When I arrived they were gone. There were just a couple of muddy holes left in the parking strip. *sob*

I think this may have come about because the last time I checked them out on Google Earth, I noticed that the big ash tree along the driveway, between our houses, had been taken down by the neighbors. This was some months ago, so it must have touched a nerve somewhere for delayed release. I just looked again and see that the new owners have let the hedge invade the yard, but the street trees are fine. Whew.

[Goldilocks46]

I dreamed about traveling, that's all I can remember about it. I woke up feeling thoughtful, not frightened.

[Stir Young]

It was something erotic.

[Snagg]

There was something involving living railroad ties, standing upright and hopping down the street in formation - Sort of like the water buckets in "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" segment of "Fantasia". Also something about a unicycle race at an airport. That's all I remember.

[michael clubb]

Just curious, are you able to make your dreams go your way? I seem to be able to structure circumstances while the dream is in progress.

[Quinn]

No, how do you do that? Tell me!

[Chez moi]

It's after ten p.m., Dot, do you know where your car is?

,-D

[P.A.]

Last night I dreamed about my high school girl friend.

[Snagg]

I had a dream where I was trying to use the ID number off of a set of broken keys to fool the security system and break into the apartment of a desperate friend, who was being held hostage elsewhere by crooks. I knew somehow that getting something from her apartment would help her, even though, here in the real world, I don't have a single friend who is vaguely like the friend in the dream. (In fact, I don't even know what the dream friend looks like.) Her apartment was in the World Trade Center, which had never collapsed (and for some reason was situated on the site of a local auto parts store, instead of being in New York), and somebody who looked a lot like Samuel L. Jackson was the increasingly-suspicious security guard. What the Japanese submarine was doing sitting in the lobby (and halfway out into the parking lot), I have absolutely no idea.

[Chez moi]

Wow, Snagg, a worthy recollection, indeed! Thanks for sharing that!