Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
No Car I had a car. I was listening to something on the radio, then it became the Silver Sun Pickups. I heard the lyric and kind of the tune. That is good for me in my dreams. I was having some trouble with the car and it became my daughter's bicycle, low tire and all. I was having trouble rolling. Someone mentioned Jerry Bell (?). I said to them that my Dad had played (harmonica) with Jerry Bell. Everyone at this point was on a bicycle. I started riding on, then I was going down the street without a mode of transportation, but I was cruising down the street. This was really weird. I was lying down as if on a skateboard on my stomach, but there was no skateboard. I wasn't so much levitating, but rather the tips of my toes were keeping me up, or my left hand was, while I used my right to push the road back, propelling myself forward. I was moving pretty well, but up a hill I slowed down and had to stand up, just as I would have to with a skateboard, though again, I didn't have one. I knew it was strange in my dream, but I didn't question it either. No Boat I was floating, bobbing in the ocean. I didn't need to exert any energy; I just floated. Other's were in the ocean also, bobbing along. I was concerned about sharks, so I asked a guy if there was a code among us (floaters). The guy didn't understand what I was asking, so I said, "Is there a word I shouldn't say?" I thought maybe nobody wanted to say the word "shark" as it was bad luck. The guy figured out what I was talking about and said, "You need to use that phone over there." Then it was like a pool where I could get out a man-made edge and go over to a yellow phone that hung on the wall. The End