Lucid bits are in blue.
Semi-lucid bits are in green.
November 29th, 2007
The New Cat
I get a cat. It looks a lot like my old cat, but it's younger, with grayer fur, and isn't nearly as lazy. I'm sitting around some house, playing with the cat. I keep trying to come up with a name for it, but I can't. My friend Charlie is there. The cat keeps sitting on my hand. Charlie finds this quite amusing, but I think it's unsanitary.
Migraine Swabs
Charlie and I are walking around some kind of store. It's a very odd cross between a flea market and a convenience store. Charlie looks at some things, and asks me whether he should get the big "migraine kit," or the small one. The "migraine kit" consists of a large box of what looks like cotton swabs with unusually large tips wrapped in paper. I'm not sure how they work. I start thinking about visual disturbances and migraine auras. The woman behind the counter starts talking about her migraines while we pay for the kit.
My Lightbulb Collection, Her Football Bet
My mother and I are hanging around a house that looks like a combination of my current house, my parents' house, and my grandmother's old house. My mother is doing something football-related (American football). She's rummaging through the refrigerator, throwing lightbulbs to me from my "lighbtulb collection" (which I apparently keep in the refrigerator, inside a little fence made of cases of beer). She throws me a bulb, and it smashes against the ground, shattering. When she's done pulling all of them out of the refrigerator, she counts them up. I've got eight.
"Well, seven now," I say, somewhat dejectedly. She throws me another lightbulb. I catch it, and toss it back, telling her to put it back where it belongs. She doesn't bother to catch it, and it smashes on the floor. She then throws me one of those spherical glass Christmas ornaments. I throw this back as well, and it, too, shatters on the floor. I tell her not to throw me anymore. I get quite upset with her.
We're suddenly in a different room. There's a table by the window, that has a lot of little wooden or ceramic tiles on them. They're arranged like Scrabble tiles, but they have numbers on them instead of letters. My mother and I are entered into some kind of football-related bet. She starts tossing marbles onto the table. If any of the marbles land in one of a few containers scattered around the room, then I have to do something that I don't want to do [I can't recall what it was]. She casts the first marble, and it comes to rest against a tile with "29" written on it. Then, it somehow rolls across the table and onto the windowsill. It turns to the right and rolls across the sill. After it drops off the edge, it goes into a drainpipe. I'm quite nervous, because one of the "bad containers" is outside the window somewhere. I listen for the sound of the marble dropping into the container, but I'm relieved to hear it hit the ground instead. I'm very glad, because I had been certain that the drainpipe emptied into the "bad container."
A Higher (Air)Plane
I'm standing outside with someone I knew from high school. Somehow, we've both reached a higher plane of reality. Things look a bit different on this plane. We're looking up at the sky, which is full of contrails. Two fighter jets weave back and forth, following the contrails. I'm surprised by the beauty of the sky.
Hiding the Heart
Lionel and Jean (from the television show "As Time Goes By") are moving around a house that looks a bit like an art gallery. Eventually, Penny and Stephen (two of the irritating supporting characters from the show) enter and start poking around. They enter one particular room where there's a donor organ being stored. It's a heart hanging from the ceiling, behind an old-fashioned cloth pull-down shade. Jean, however, tells Penny and Stephen that there's a liver behind the shade.
NOTES:
A sky full of contrails appears to be one of my dreamsigns. It certainly shows up a lot in my dreams.
That's the second appearance of one of those spherical glass Christmas ornaments. I talked with my parents about those a week or so ago, which is probably why.
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