Blue_Opossum

Night of November 29, 2014. Saturday.



I become more focused while in my dream (though I do not become lucid) and I am mentally having a conversation with someone unknown about the writers on one website. I am mentally reviewing the writing of other dream journalists and I am actually reading for a time. It is somewhat as if I am speaking about them to benefit the interests of another when they eventually start posting on that site.

This goes on for quite awhile but eventually breaks off into a different scenario. I am back at my sister Marilyn’s house on Loomis Street. My brother-in-law Bob is watching television and I look at the screen. It appears to be showing a typed or precisely hand-printed paragraph regarding events at a local school. One of the sentences ends with the word “dama”. At first I am thinking it is a misspelling of “data” but then I realize that it is a misspelling of “drama” (and related to students doing different activities in preparing for a school play).

I point this error out to my brother-in-law and he defines the event by saying “narrow” in a deterministic yet casual way as if “narrow” meant being careless. He seems to be commenting on the people who did the writing shown on the television screen and not addressing my attention on the one small error. I then go on to explain that when writing is shown on television in this particular way, it is not actually meant to be read more closely.

After this, my attention is drawn to the sound of my mother (who died years ago) vacuuming a particular room of the house, but I cannot work out which room she is vacuuming. It does seem to be from more to the north area of the house. I look around but do not see her anywhere, as if the noise from the vacuum cleaner is impossible to locate (even though it should be very easy to determine where she is).