melanieb

I had two fragments this morning. I'm amazed I remember them.


Dream 1 - I'm sitting in a room with a box, similar to a Jack-In-The-Box but less interesting. It has some odd decorative shapes on the sides so I can only assume it's a toy. The box sits on a plain table.

The table sits in a plain room, perhaps 8 feet on a side, and one wall has a window set in it. The window is covered by a blind which blocks any view to the other side of the window.

Out of the box pops a purple monkey wearing a hat. It's not actually part of the toy but seemingly sitting on top of the box. It waves around like a toy but I know I would never buy it. The monkey talks to me and I talk back but I have no recall of what is said.

And I wake up.


Dream 2 - I'm walking along a hike-and-bike trail and the most fascinating thing for my attention is the asphalt. Usually the trails around here are crushed granite but this one is paved, and I'm lucid enough to not only know I'm dreaming but enthralled by the detail in the pavement.

A runner comes by, one of the many who runs this path, and as his foot passes in front of me a spray of dirt is lifted into the air. Time slows down and I can examine each particle of dirt as it floats in front of me, tumbling in slow-motion at a pace slow enough to reach out and touch it. I can't believe no one else but me notices this, but I really don't care. It's incredible, like having a nature show in my mind.

I think to myself, "I love slow-motion."

And I wake up.

This is a fragment I had on the 21st. I woke up and simply couldn't recall the entire dream by the time I got to write it down.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the house I find myself standing near a table withparty supplies on it. I seem to be cleaning up after a party that has takenplace recently. The room does not resemble my house but is akin to a party roomin one of those places where you can hold a birthday party for 25 people andrent a party room for everyone to eat cake in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Sarah and Jen are helping me clean up stuff and pick uptrash. Napkins and plates seem to make up the majority of the offal. The roomseems surprisingly clean otherwise. No food or drink remains in the room, andeven the floor seems obscenely sterile.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Something in our conversation brought up the fact that Sarahhad recently been to Consumer Credit Counseling. She asked me, “Don’t you goanymore to Credit Counseling?”[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Me?” I replied with some degree of incredulity. “Hell no! Idon’t trust those people anymore!” [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I don’t recall what it was that led me to distrust them,though I think I remembered the fee they charged for every transaction,essentially charging me to do something I could have done on my own withouttheir help…but they had never told me that.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]This dream had more to it but when I woke up all I couldretain was this fragment.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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