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I had a dream..(help!)
Not many wild Apes in Australia...interesting.
I could pick two free items from Cindy Crawford's makeup line, in a store which looked a lot like an airport gift shop. There wasn't a lot of selection. I picked one item, then pawed through the foundations and nail polishes, there was a Pepto Bismol pink glittery polish, and rubber hair caps rolled into tubes. For some reason a lot of the items were submerged in baby oil or mineral oil, so I didn't want to touch them. I stood there for a long time, vaguely dissatisfied. I noticed they had some other items on another counter - peppermint Chiclets on a ceramic tray decorated to promote Italy or someplace similar, for $6.54, and a huge white tray of chiclets with another design. I decided to go for the smaller tray of chiclets. An employee approached me and I thought maybe she thought I was shoplifting.

Is this a real thing or a dream thing? Because if it's real, I need it in my life.

Thanks, LG.
My dream last night was very long, with many multiple parts. In one part a man was in a house reading a poem titled Opposition to a Mexican Wedding.

Wow. Weird. Book pages, no less.
I dreamed I was about 30 yards or so away from a kindergarten class, probably across the street and several floors up. I could see into the class. A man had just died in the class and was now lying face down on some boxes, and the kindergarten teacher was leading all the kids out of the classroom to get away from the body. The kids were clueless, just prancing or walking along like 5-year olds do, like zombies, not even noticing the body.
I dreamed I was about 30 yards or so away from a kindergarten class, probably across the street and several floors up. I could see into the class. A man had just died in the class and was now lying face down on some boxes, and the kindergarten teacher was leading all the kids out of the classroom to get away from the body. The kids were clueless, just prancing or walking along like 5-year olds do, like zombies, not even noticing the body.

Evie is a mom, even in her dreams. :) I love that!
So, I was running with a group of people. I'm not sure who or what we were running from, but it was scary desperate running. Then, in an open field we run into this chubby kid who tells us to stop and firework like sparks come out of his hands and fly all around us. We all glow green at this point, but it's a good thing. Then the sparks shoot up and hit a tree then fly into the sky. The kid shouts at us to quickly look and tell him what the tree says before the light fades. The side of the tree says, "My turnovers turn over".
I can only imagine that my subconscious wants to know how Phil's apple turnovers turned out? Or, I am jonesing for some TC. Life has been work/family/travel/Christmas crazy. *sigh*
I can only imagine that my subconscious wants to know how Phil's apple turnovers turned out? Or, I am jonesing for some TC. Life has been work/family/travel/Christmas crazy. *sigh*
I think I mostly just need a good night's sleep, Felarry...crazy running dreams do not make for good rest.
Okay, so in the H.G. Wells book The Time Machine there were the Morlocks, and then the pretty people up top with the big eyes, I can't remember what they were called. The Eloi? Something like that. So I dreamed that I was travelling forward in time and taking the Eloi (or whatever they're called) one at a time back to all different times in history and dropping them off. It had something to do with diversifying the gene pool.
That's all I remember.
That's all I remember.
It has been a really long time since I've read The Time Machine...not sure what put that into my head. I expect the "gene pool" part was having been handed a book called Evolving In Monkey Town to read earlier that evening.


Creepy dreams, huh?
I started writing a book based on a dream. The idea could work, but my writing was crap. I stopped.

I was on the committee that would decide if Chuck Hagel became Sec of Defense. It was not a Congressional committee, just a seemingly random group of people seated around conference tables set up in a square. Oddly, Chuck Hagel chaired the committee. I got to the meeting a little late, took my seat, and noticed I had mistakenly brought the Edition Peters of Bach's English Suites with me. Chuck Hagel began talking about himself.
I was on a very small road trip with Jennifer Garner and Ben Affleck. We had stopped in a small town and Jennifer wanted to sell some of their old used books she had with her, to raise some cash.
I was playing two very fast piano pieces, but not properly, really just letting my fingers skitter lightly over the keys. One was Chopin's Etude Op. 10 No. 1. After a page or so a blond woman walked up and started talking to me. She resembled Heidi Klum. The tip of her nose was kind of on fire, glowing and smoking like an ember. It alarmed me and I thought it must be painful, but she was ignoring it.

Then I was with my husband looking at houses to buy. We were inside a gigantic house. For some reason, we began upstairs and I was talking about what colors we could paint the rooms. He said the colors that had been painted were fine and I said that they were not painted but wallpapered. I started pulling the wallpaper off the wall. We went downstairs and it had a dining room that sat at least 30 people easily. The living room was huge with exposed wood and a very high ceiling. I commented that it was the nicest house we had looked at for the money and I really liked the wooden beams. My husband seemed unimpressed.
I was then living in the house and answering the door. My mom had come for a visit. I told her, "Thank goodness you are here. This house is too big. You have to help me find little".


Why am I plaqued with the desire for brownies lately?! It is like I am under some kind of brownie spell.
::sniffs air and follows brownie smell to Phil's house::


I had a dream about a really big bundt cake made with beer. The dream was really long and multilayered, and segment about the bundt cake seemed to go on forever. It was very, very complex.
Books mentioned in this topic
The Sandalwood Tree (other topics)The Interpretation of Dreams (other topics)
Let the Great World Spin (other topics)
Authors mentioned in this topic
Henning Mankell (other topics)Fox Butterfield (other topics)
William Greider (other topics)
The house was situated overlooking a little beach, and ours was the only house I could see. It was an 'A' framed house. Behind the house was a really bushy hill with a stream running down into the bay. I spotted a family of great apes in the bush.
There was wooden walkway that went by the house and right along the water front. I remember thinking it would be noisy during the high season because there would be loads of people using the walkway.