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My dreams are an integral part of each 24 hour cycle. I don't view them in a voyeuristic sense, I see them as direct experience. They are lived, not watched like TV. ~~ Nick Bantock

Monday, November 21

I'm out with Pyewacket, who is a dog. We are looking for a Buddhist monastery on 53rd Street, somewhere in Brookside. I park the car and get out and walk up the hill, and see it in the distance. I realize that I've left my camera in the car, and go back for it, but meanwhile, Pyewacket is getting away from me, and I wish that I had also brought the leash.

Tuesday, November 14

I'm driving home from work, and a tunnel has been constructed over Ward Parkway. It's kind of translucent, like glass bricks, but inside it's both dark and hazy, or maybe foggy. Very hard to see, anyway. The floor of the tunnel might be glass, too. It seems like cobblestones, very uneven and kind of rounded; there are children playing in the tunnel because they like the unevenness of the floor, but they're running right out in front of the cars and I'm terrified that I'm going to hit one of them because I can't see them. I know they're there, though. Very stressful drive home.

Monday, November 13

I was on vacation and had asked Bob's mom to take care of Doña although she and Bob's dad were apparently on vacation with us. I think she was just supposed to watch her. But Bob's parents showed up, and Doña wasn't with them, and no one seemed very concerned about her. I rushed around and got dressed and got all my stuff together and ran out to see if I could find her.

Even if I could find her, I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to keep her safe. I wasn't sure what to do about her in our hotel room--if I put up a sign that said "Cat Inside," would that be enough to keep the cleaning people from letting her out when they came to make up the room?

Saturday, November 12

I dreamt that I was living in an apartment with three other women, but I was still married to Bob, who apparently didn't live there. Bob was mad at me, so he was going to go on a date with one of the other women. I asked him how he knew her, thinking that he had set up a blind date after having met her online, but he said no, that he'd known her for a long time. I said, "Well, I'm not going to tell you to have a good time!"

Later, I was sitting around in the apartment with my friends, and noticed that the boyfriends of some of the other girls, or maybe just male friends of ours, had suspended a live Christmas tree from the ceiling--we had really tall ceilings. It looked good. Diffferent, but good.

I was telling my mother about this dream the next day, and she said that she had seen a suspended Christmas tree-although point down--on a decorating show the night before, so I think it's pretty clear that I got a psychic message from her about suspended Christmas trees. Why else would I have dreamed about it?

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