"Writing is nothing more than a guided dream"-Jorge Luis Borges
My Dreams
From 9/17/97:
The later part of my dream had something to do with Chinese food. It was really good! "L" was there and maybe "G", too. In the next part, I don't remember what we did, but a friend of
mine (maybe "J"?) were put in prison. We didn't really do anything, but at this place there were 4 levels of prison. The worst was Auschwitz. That was where we were. It was a big, cold,
white walled room with a small room off it. Nothing (absolutely nothing) was in the first room. In the little room there was a contaminated water source and a bear. There were at least
four people there including us, probably more, and a live bear for food!
From 9/28/97:
I remember Ms. Ricketts reading my dream journal and telling me how terribly I had done it. She said that the entries were too detailed, that I had to learn to be brief and succinct. I felt
awful and then got really mad and started yelling at her. I told her that I was a writer, that this was what I DID! I got REALLY upset. That is all I can remember.
From 10/18/97:
We also all went to Disney World after the tournament. There was a statue of a hippo, and it, in the dream, reminded me of a time when I had been w/ my mother and had gone to a card store and
stuff. I think, in real life, it reminded me of a previous dream I'd had. This is, to my knowledge, the firft time this has happened to me.
From 10/31/97 (HALLOWEEN!):
Also, I was driving somewhere on Lake Shore Drive. I always forgot to turn on my turnsignal. I saw a big guy in a little car, he was foreign, who wanted to know where to go and I was sad I couldn't help him.
From 11/8/97:
We brought home a camera from Phototech. We took some great pictures. I remember telling my mom that we had to replace the film before we brought it back.
From 11/16/97:
I had a big elaborate dream that I don't really remember. There was something about a theater and a play I was in and a hotel. There was also a BIG part about mice and rats. I remember, I went to a rodent who was
my friend of mine, and a mouse scurried across the floor. I said, "I hate mice." He looked at me funny. "Oh," I said, "I'm sorry! Are you a mouse? I'm so sorry!" We laughed and that was that. That is all.
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