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Posted on February 7, 2013 in Dreams

My mother has fallen on bad times ((Shut up, Lynn.)) — she is very sick and leaves my brother and me to look after her business. When she comes back, she thanks us for getting most of it done, but there is still the matter of the electricity bills. She kneels on the floor and goes through them with a man from the utility, stacking them neatly in little piles on the floor.

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Posted on January 20, 2013 in Dreams

One theme that has appeared in my dreams lately is reconciliation. Specifically, people who have wronged me in the past — parents, bosses, etc. — come to me as I am sitting reading a large illuminated book and tell me that they are sorry for having underestimated me or for having bullied me.

Another dream: I realize that I have been skipping physical education and English. School officials take me to my Advanced Placement English class and tell me that I am being removed to a lower course with another fellow.

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Posted on June 24, 2012 in Dreams

I have some obnoxious neighbors who are into obliterating things of mine. I go over to talk to them and explain to them that I am no threat. But they continue to harass me. Finally, just before I wake up, I discover one of them riding his motorcycle in circles around my back lawn.

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Posted on July 27, 2011 in Dreams

I’m riding a bike along a winding mountain road when I round a bend and find an accident.

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Posted on July 19, 2011 in Dreams

This dream occurred several days ago. Sorry for the delay.

I’m at a pet store, maybe with Lynn. I have several aquariums at home which I’ve left to deteriorate. I’ve come to get new fish and trade in some of the ones that I have. Several deals transpire. I arrange most of my fish into clean tanks. I have one large tank left filled with angel fish, sharks, and gold fish shaped like puffers. The store owner shows me his reptiles. He produces one snake that has irregular, flat lead crystals sticking out from its body at right angles. It has a pair of feet just behind the head. He sets it down on the floor. Immediately, it snatches a twelve-inch long gold dust gecko from a tropical rain forest display and swallows it. I go out the back to look at the goats. My job is going to be to take care of them. They have mangy hair. Some are missing eyes.

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Posted on July 2, 2011 in Dreams

I’m cooking dinner with my mother. She is working on one dish and I am creating the other while concentrating on an online game. When it is time to serve it, I discover that she has added large charcoal briquettes to my part of the meal. She insists that this is what the recipe calls for over my protests. I check a calendar and discover that I should be back at school. Why hasn’t she told me?

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Posted on June 26, 2011 in Dreams

I am in [[Craters of the Moon National Monument]] ((Which I have never visited)). Lynn and I have become separated while hiking, so I go back to the car. I drive to the entrance where I explain to the rangers that I have lost my wife and am looking for her. I drop by a church where they have fashioned statues of martyrs out of lava rock. The landscape is green and I splash through flooded rivers. (Do I find Lynn?) I arrive at the farthest parking lot in the park where I get out of the car and begin hiking towards part of the monument which used to be a nuclear testing ground. I tell my companions that they had allowed a nuclear reactor to meltdown ((True.)) and that I was not going past a certain canyon so that I would not be exposed to radiation. I follow the trail to the point of a hill. I find myself looking down an extremely steep trail and scream as I slide down it.

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Posted on June 23, 2011 in Dreams

I’m riding with a crew of explorers (?) when someone either takes my horse or it dies. My fellows ride off without me, but I spy a wild horse in the brush and go to catch it. These are odd horses — more like lithe hippopotamuses with donkey fur all over their bodies. I catch one just as a pack of bandits arrives. I am brought before the bandit leader who is wearing an old Napoleonic officer’s uniform. I tell him that I know how he can make more horses without having to go out and catch them all the time: it is called animal husbandry. The leader is surprised and grateful for the secret: he gives me two horses and lets me go. My former comrades are amazed at my cunning.

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Posted on June 13, 2011 in Dreams

There is a family with a few children and a man in a gray business suit who I am told is a wizard.

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Posted on June 12, 2011 in Dreams

I am in a large classroom with several other people. We’re holding the door shut against I don’t know what. (Vampires, ghosts, evil spirits?) When they get inside, they find the person that looks like them and paint them in bright poster colors. (Do they die?) I look outside into the darkness. Seems that our room is mounted to a railroad car. Is it safe? A fluorescent deer stands on the platform. No, that means it is not. A horse tries to get inside, but some of my companions hold the door shut as the train begins to move. At first the town is dark — the things have taken over — but as we move to the edge of town, the houses are decorated for Christmas with increasing garishness.

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Posted on June 7, 2011 in Dreams

I’m distracted from talking to my mother while playing a video game. I open the front door and find a fit-figured guy wearing a small box over his head. “Chato?” ((Not the Chato I know in real life. It’s funny how I don’t see these things while I am dreaming the dream.)) I ask. Something is wrong here. He’s come all the way around the block to see me. An episode has come over him and he needs help. “We’ve got to do something,” I say to him. “There’s a meeting that is both a DBSA ((Depression Bipolar Support Alliance)) group and a Toastmasters’ Club.” He agrees to go. The club is holding a speech contest. We decide to get dinner first — some egg rolls at a Chinese takeout. As we are going to get them, an Argentinian grabs me by one of my belt loops and begins telling me how I should order my food. I squirm away from him. When I get the food, I realize that I have to tell the people at the Toastmasters’ club that they will have to make a choice: they aren’t doing much to help people with bipolar disorder, just using the affiliation to attract members. I think I can tell them nicely that this has to stop.

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Posted on May 30, 2011 in Dreams

I’m going to the Claremont Graduate School to complete a degree in social science. Or is it English literature?