Lisa Shea
Dream Logs
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I was trying to do a dream meeting with Jenn, concentrating on a gazebo, but no such luck. Then again I slept quite late and it was quite sunny, quite early, so maybe these are only the dreams from late morning and I don't remember the ones from the night.
I start out in a big, soft, white bed with a huge window at the head of it. Bob's with me, the room is big and airy. He gets up and goes somewhere. The window's open, and I turn to see a big mourning dove sitting near my face, just staring at me. We look at each other for a while; I examine its beady eyes and sharp beak. I worry that it'll peck at my eyes, so I grab it's beak and hold it shut. It flutters a bit, trying to escape. I let go of it and it takes off ... Hamlet goes streaking past it and they're both gone.
Bob comes back to bed; he's naked so I throw a sheet over his waist since the window is so big and we're on the ground level. There's a large grassy lawn outside the window; I worry that people could see in. People start coming into the room, visitors of some sort. I get up and start looking around. On one wall is our names, I think, with gold square decorative ornaments by them. Mine doesn't have a name ... another woman's is up there with a musical clef. I think that I should take that one and put it by my name. Along the floor are a bunch of various gold squares, with different symbols on them. I don't like any of those.
I get the sensation that someone else, like a stepmother, 'really' owns this area and she might not like me redecorating things. Like I'm not free to make things look the way I want them.
Then Bob and I are in a big supermarket with wide aisles. He wants water for something - like a bucket for watering flowers. There's a tall floor-to-ceiling pipe, like 3" in diameter, and he's thinking about unscrewing it and using that to get water. I'm watching him unscrew the pipe and worrying that he doesn't know how heavy it is, or how unwieldly it will be once he gets it loose, and plus how is he going to keep water from pouring all over the place?
At the final part, I'm in the front of Filemark which is open to the air somehow. Other people are around, and Angela's sitting at the reception desk. She's feeling worn down and for some reason is topless so I start scratching her back. She likes that a lot. I give her a long back and shoulder massage, and then move around to her front (when I wake up of course).
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