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dragonlady7I am uncertain as to how it all started. I may have died and gone to... sort of heaven maybe?
A large part of the dream was me exploring my [I interrupt this to laugh at the fact that Dave, alerted to my awakeness by the clicking of my keyboard, has just sent me a "Good morning!" IM. Who needs face to face contact?]
where was I?
OH yes. I was exploring my sort of dingy new surroundings. I had an apartment to myself, in an old house. The carpets were dingy institutional gray. I then went to a meeting, wandering through snow-filled streets, and came in through the front room of an old house and dealt with some unpleasant people before moving to the back room where the group I was interested in resided. They were all old, and cheerfully told me next time I should come in through this side door (and they pointed to a lovely set of French doors) so I wouldn't have to deal with the idiots in the front room.
It was morning, so i periodically woke-- I am a light sleeper and usually wake a number of times before I finally actually wake. I believe some part of me revolted against the grey institutional carpets, and so the next time I fell asleep, I had a beautiful tiled floor in the kitchen, and was exploring with a very definite sense that I would find what I wanted to when I went around the corner. It was lovely, and so I had a large dinette that went around a corner into a large kitchen that went around a corner into a large pantry, all very chunky and conceptual but nicely illuminated by sunlight. I then went into my large but cozy bedroom and academically knew that there was a balcony. At this point it was rather silly, as I knew it was a dream. I decided that Dave had an apartment downstairs, and one of my sisters (I think it was Ann) lived upstairs. Why I'm not sure.
I think my point is that the dream was more interesting before I started to just wish-fulfill. Because they weren't particularly my wishes. Dreaming of one's ideal house is always fun, but this one wasn't; at the end I was vaguely dissatisfied, and finally I just woke up and decided to get back to proper imagination, and finish Ch. 5.
Shut up! I almost finished it last night. I'll finish it before work. Shh!
A large part of the dream was me exploring my [I interrupt this to laugh at the fact that Dave, alerted to my awakeness by the clicking of my keyboard, has just sent me a "Good morning!" IM. Who needs face to face contact?]
where was I?
OH yes. I was exploring my sort of dingy new surroundings. I had an apartment to myself, in an old house. The carpets were dingy institutional gray. I then went to a meeting, wandering through snow-filled streets, and came in through the front room of an old house and dealt with some unpleasant people before moving to the back room where the group I was interested in resided. They were all old, and cheerfully told me next time I should come in through this side door (and they pointed to a lovely set of French doors) so I wouldn't have to deal with the idiots in the front room.
It was morning, so i periodically woke-- I am a light sleeper and usually wake a number of times before I finally actually wake. I believe some part of me revolted against the grey institutional carpets, and so the next time I fell asleep, I had a beautiful tiled floor in the kitchen, and was exploring with a very definite sense that I would find what I wanted to when I went around the corner. It was lovely, and so I had a large dinette that went around a corner into a large kitchen that went around a corner into a large pantry, all very chunky and conceptual but nicely illuminated by sunlight. I then went into my large but cozy bedroom and academically knew that there was a balcony. At this point it was rather silly, as I knew it was a dream. I decided that Dave had an apartment downstairs, and one of my sisters (I think it was Ann) lived upstairs. Why I'm not sure.
I think my point is that the dream was more interesting before I started to just wish-fulfill. Because they weren't particularly my wishes. Dreaming of one's ideal house is always fun, but this one wasn't; at the end I was vaguely dissatisfied, and finally I just woke up and decided to get back to proper imagination, and finish Ch. 5.
Shut up! I almost finished it last night. I'll finish it before work. Shh!
