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I had a dream..(help!)

Most of my dream is too odd to recount but it involved me pouring water slowly and carefully into a birdbath-type thing, in which a tiny woman swam; a woman I was with needed to go catch a helicopter at 1:55 p.m., the helicopter would be taking off at 2:06 p.m.; and after it had left, I went back to the building I'd come from and was joined by a man who was operating a spaceship with a remote control. We stood at a window and watched as the Starship Enterprise hove into view. We could see Spock at the controls. I had to pee but the only toilet was out in the open in a room, and two young enlisted military men in their casual clothes were coming and going. I peed anyway, as discreetly as possible.

Composer Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958) wanted to hire me to do some job for him. I'm not sure what, but I was happy to do it. I spoke to him on the phone.


But will you shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die?

I don't think I've ever dreamed that I killed somebody.
Jammies wrote: "Lobstergirl wrote: "If we're talking real life, that's a different story. And I'm sure I will kill again."
But will you shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die?"
I feel like that's a reference to something, but I have no idea what.
But will you shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die?"
I feel like that's a reference to something, but I have no idea what.

In my sister in law's house, I came across a horse smoking a pipe. Not a regular looking pipe, not a crackpipe, not a corncob pipe, although it did look vaguely homemade.


Mark wrote: "I can not say I did, LG. Why did you ask?"
Just curious. I noticed you are from Dublin. I listened to a couple of the live streams to see how good the pianists were.
Just curious. I noticed you are from Dublin. I listened to a couple of the live streams to see how good the pianists were.
I lived on the end of a row of rowhouses. A few doors down was the house where Etan Patz and his family had lived. It was being completely renovated or demolished, or something, and there was a big pile of debris in the back yard. On top of the pile was Etan's old toy from childhood, a sort of combination trike/wagon made of wood, painted, with handlebars and wheels. I thought that if we examined it for forensic evidence, and also dug through the pile of debris, maybe we could solve his disappearance.
My professor was sitting at a table. I went up to him to ask what was going to be on the exam. He went away and came back a few minutes later with a black sheet of paper (white type) that described the exam, the topic of which was Leo Strauss (the political philosopher). I thought I was kind of screwed, because I hadn't been to any of the classes.

I was trying to get to my brother's house, but I had no idea what town or city I was in. I was in a train station. A station agent told me the last train out for the night had just left. I wandered into an auditorium connected to the station, where a young Jewish guy (late 20s or early 30s) was about to give a talk. He turned out to be an associate justice on the Supreme Court. Another woman and I were sitting right under his nose, and she kept taking his notes away from him, and he kept reaching back to get them.
I was spending the night in a large, multilevel rich person’s house. I went up the staircase to bed. George Clooney was at the top. He bent some railings to allow me to step over them. The homeowner had put decorative centerpieces everywhere, containing candles, candy, and tchotchkes. I told George that if I got hungry during the night I would just get up and eat some candy from the centerpieces.

This week I dreamed my two daughters were moving back home and we discovered two bedrooms and a sitting room that they hadn't used in about 18 years. We were trying to decided how to redecorate them. Daughter #2's old room was papered in a loud orange floral and a loud orange geometric print. She insisted she liked it.
The sitting room was furnished in gold and orange upholstered antiques, and had a small kitchen off to one side.


I don't know if I've ever seen a multilevel rich person.

::warns Felarry to be more careful::
Some people I knew were starting a clothing line, designing extremely simple clothes that could be constructed quickly. For example, dresses made of two rectangles sewn front to back. I said, "I guess Topshop will carry these, and maybe....Macy's." (I couldn't think of any more clothing stores at that point.) Jennifer Aniston was standing around, sort of half paying attention to our discussions of clothes.
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I dreamt that I came home in the rain. When I got to my apartment, the sidewalks were dry out in the open, and wet under the canopy. When I opened the door to my apartment, the sink was overflowing with dishes and piles of laundry were waiting to be cleaned. I was appalled.
I started cleaning. I took my clothes down to a nearby laundramat. While I was there, my childhood friend asked me to watch her dog, Neetzie. (In real life, I remember going to visit her and hating her yappy chihuahua.) I was happy to say that I was too busy.
While I was doing the laundry, I realized that I didn't need to come to the laundramat since I had a washer and dryer in my suite.