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July 23, 2004
fine sleeping weather
My son told me about a dream he had about a strange, magical land, with bizaare creatures. In part of the dream there was a tile set into the ground in a grassy lawn. On the tile there was a depiction of the sun. If you passed your hand over the tile, a shadow would pass over the sky. If you held your hand over the sun, a hand-shaped shadow would appear overhead. My son said someone sat on the tile, and night fell instantly.
I asked him if he ever had any dreams that recur. He said, no, but did I? So I told him about the dream I have everytime I get sick, virtually without fail. In the dream I see the interior of a white room or box (I can't tell the scale of anything in this dream). In the middle of the box I see a tornado-shaped vortex made of solid matter of a dark-brown color. It looks like cornflakes mixed with molassas. It makes a crunching, grinding noise as it slowly turns. In the dream, I'm not actually there in the corporeal sense, and I can feel the tornado as well as see and hear it.
My sister informs me that last night she dreamed of "a beautiful deciduous tree in a rainstorm, [and] the branches twisted and shook in slow motion...the leaves were as broad as frisbees."
Could this be mere coincidence? Call me a dreamer, but I prefer to believe it could be.
Posted by joel at July 23, 2004 12:25 PM
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